Free Sedition by Alicia Cameron Page B

the more visible bruises left from the other day.
    He doesn’t say anything, but he sees that I’ve noticed him. He smiles at me and drives himself into me, making me forget anything else is happening as I’m caught once again in passionate bliss.
    He doesn’t take his time, and I appreciate it. He’s completely inside of me in seconds, thrusting hard and forceful as he holds me in place by my hips. It’s such a familiar feeling, something that I’ve grown so used to and so happy with over the past few weeks. I missed fucking him, as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I missed being close to him in general.
    It’s not long before I feel myself aching to come, to find the release that I’ve rarely bothered to seek out on my own in the past few days. He’s too careful, though, too gentle, and I want that little edge of pain that will put me over the edge. I squirm underneath him.
    “Cash,” I whimper, putting my hand up to clutch at his arm. His arms are so sexy. He’s so sexy. God, I wish I could just get off already! “Please?”
    “What do you want?” he asks, leaning down to whisper the question in my ear.
    He knows damn well what I want. “Cash, don’t make me beg?” We’ve talked about it before, and I don’t like to beg for it.
    “Sascha, what do you want me to do to hurt you?” he clarifies. “I don’t want you to beg. You don’t like it and it does nothing for me in this context, either.”
    Oh. I forget that he does this sometimes, actually asks what I want him to do, or how he should hurt me. It’s strange, but he can be considerate when he wants to be. I can’t bring myself to tell him that it doesn’t really matter what he does, that any old pain will do, regardless of who or what causes it. Hell, I could probably get off from a fucking bee sting right now.
    “Teeth,” I mumble, feeling my face burn as I say it. It does actually turn me on to be bitten, it always has, but the few times Cashiel has done it it’s blown my mind.
    He nods, looking serious as usual. “Where?”
    I want to scream “wherever the fuck you want!” but I figure that won’t end well. “My chest,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed again. “My shoulders.” All over, is what I really mean, but I don’t say that. I have some shame left.
    That shame disappears as I feel his teeth grazing my neck, my collarbone, my chest. It’s wonderful, and he bites me in time with his thrusts, each one a little harder. He pauses the biting, which draws a grunt of frustration, but then he grabs me by the hair and pulls me close for a kiss. To say I’m caught off-guard is an understatement. I yelp and writhe underneath of him, startled by the sudden closeness. We rarely kiss, but when we do, it’s enough to bring me to my knees, except I’m lying on my back.
    I’m still melting from the kiss when he goes back to biting me, harder this time, enough that I don’t know whether to pull away from the pain or lean closer as he brings me closer to orgasm. He doesn’t give me the choice, though, he pins me down with his body as he bites harder, trapping me with the pain, driving into me roughly. I cling to his arms as I come, the pressure of his body on mine sending me over the edge. I cry out as he continues to fuck me, harder now that he’s more excited, and I’m relieved when he stops biting so hard and contents himself with pressing his lips against my skin. It’s not long after that he comes as well, capturing me with that penetrative gaze that he has.
    After a few moments he pulls out, and I wince when I feel the sting in my ass and in all the places he’s bitten me. I know there will be bruises, but they hold good memories. Still, his hand traces over them.
    “A lot of training goes into making someone so dependent on pain,” he comments.
    I shrug. “It was a gift.”
    My master looks at me, doubtful.
    I sigh. I did set this up for an explanation. “My trainer was fond of me. She knew I’d be in for a lot of