Love, Milo
: Chapter 23

Everything in my life seems to be working against me: my mother’s illness, my father’s vendetta, and this ordeal with Jenna.

But the sole person who keeps me from spiraling and stopping me from derailing is the woman standing in front of me, water droplets falling from her bare skin—flustered.

She’s staring up at me like she wants me to take her completely. To fuck her for hours.

‘I…’ She clears her throat. ‘I didn’t know you understood French.’ She moves nervously, turning her head.

I twitch between us as her previous words swirl in my head. Words that set fire to my skin the moment they leave her lips.

I step towards Raelynn, her back hitting the tiled wall. She sucks in a soft breath and looks up at me.

My lungs shake as I inhale, aching for her touch, her kisses, her pussy. Craving her entirely.

‘I could say the same to you.’

My hands lower to the sides of her waist, gliding my palms up and down her soft, wet skin.

I drop my head to her neck, latching my lips right on her throbbing artery. Her head tilts back.

With a pulse this quick, there’s no doubt that she’s dripping for me between her legs.

‘You are by far,’ I drag my lips down to her collarbones, my words mushing together into a low muffle, ‘the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.’

She tilts her head, allowing me further access to her neck as her nails softly scrape down my chest, sending a shiver up my spine as I’ve just been electrocuted in this very spray of water.

My lips travel right beside the end of her jaw, below her ear, latching on.

‘Milo,’ the words barely escape her. I hum against her skin in question, tasting her. ‘I’m…’

I smirk, letting go of her neck and slipping my lips directly over her left ear. ‘You’re what, darling?’

I breathe roughly, forgetting that her feet are shuffling and her eyes can’t stay open.

The confession of her love and the way she handled my idiotic decisions tonight, she deserves to be pleased to the fullest.

To my surprise, Raelynn lifts my head back with her hands and looks at me with a dazed expression.

‘I want to do things to you,’ she whispers. ‘Many things.’

Between us, the tension causes me to throb.

I latch back onto her neck, and she lets out a soft moan, gripping tightly onto my hair. ‘You can do it,’ I grab her thighs, holding her up onto my hips, ‘whenever,’ turning off the shower, sucking her skin, ‘and whatever you want to me.’

‘Is there anything else you want to tell me?’ She asks hesitantly as I walk out dripping bodies to my room.

I think deeply. If there’s one thing I learned in my life, it’s that that sentence never means anything there’s something I should tell her.

But my mind fails to work. I can’t think of anything other than her hard brown nipple pressing into my chest.

Her panting chest indicates she needs to be pleased.

My mind races, but its only goal is her lips.

‘No,’ I answer correctly, hopefully.

She stares at me for a long minute, contemplating something, and then kisses me.

Fuck me.

It doesn’t take long to press her against my room wall, her hand replaceing my cock.

I gasp, breaking our kiss, and slam a hand into the wall beside her head as she strokes me.

‘Fucking hell,’ I breathe out roughly. She smiles, pumping me faster in her tight grip.

In moments, she’ll be dripping in more ways than one if she doesn’t take it slower.

I grab her arm. ‘You first.’ Our eyes latch onto each other, her gaze making me rethink myself—nervousness zipping through my bloodstream.

She tilts her head, her pearly whites showing. ‘Not this time. I should teach you a lesson.’

I raise my brow. ‘A lesson?’

‘Yeah.’ She says pressing her fingers in my chest, so I step back. ‘I think I have to make sure you never keep a secret from me again.’

I watch wordlessly, my eyes following her ass as she turns her back to me and walks into my office. Moments later, she’s back, one finger out, handcuffs hanging from them.

A small pocket knife in the other.

‘These are yours, right?’

I nod, my heart thumping like a drum against my ribs. The sight of her holding them alone might be enough to drive me insane—no, it does. It drives me insanely mad.

She hums, twisting the key in between her other fingers. ‘So, have you ever used them?’

I swallow, a nervous sweat breaking an inch out of my hairline. ‘Uh… yes. A few times.’

She opens them, standing right in front of me, my bed at our sides, our faces close. So close.

‘Really?’ she says in surprise. ‘So you’ve had many women in your bed, your room? Pinning you down… fucking you?’

No. ‘Yes.’

She nearly smiles, and it makes her face glow. My lips part.

Have me. Please, Raelynn, take me.

‘Don’t lie to me,’ She warns me, and my face runs cold.

‘I don’t… uh, I don’t understand.’

The air in here is getting thick. She can’t possibly know, can she?

She can’t know.

She brings her hand to my face, cupping me in her warm touch, the cuffs and knife hanging from her other hand at my hips. The cool metal makes my thighs tense.

‘It’s okay, Milo.’ She lifts on her toes and kisses my lips slowly. ‘I don’t care that you’re a virgin. Everyone has fantasies of their own.’

My blood burns so hot I can’t think of words to defend myself. Do I even need to? I don’t want to seem inexperienced.

I want her to know that I know what I’m doing.

But she’s right; somehow, she’s discovered the truth. I’ve never had sex before.

It’s not like I never wanted to. But I simply didn’t. With the arranged relationships and then the permanent reminder of my father’s discipline on my back, I never grew the courage.

I lied to her.

About the room. About the people who used my tools on me. It’s all for a show, in hopes someone special might come around and these dreams become a reality.

I never actually thought it’d happen.

‘Sit in the chair.’ I follow her finger to the wooden chair at the side, next to a small desk in my room.

I do as she says, walking over and sitting down.

She grins lifting a hand, pulling my bottom lip down with the flat of her thumb. I close my eyes to control myself.

‘I think I’ll like this,’ She starts, ‘you so… obedient.’

‘I’ve been at your disposal since the moment you stepped into that elevator, Raelynn. You just didn’t know it.

‘You could’ve pressed me against that wall and taken me in your mouth right then and there, and I would’ve loved every second of it.’

I lean back, following her body with my eyes as she walks behind me and pulls my arms behind the chair.

The cool metal meets my wrist, seconds later locking around them.

God, I love the sound of that. The anticipation eats away at me.

‘I bet you would’ve,’ she curls her fingers around my neck from behind and leans my head back far to kiss me from above—spider-man style.

I feel her pulling away, teasing me with her lips, her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth, playing along with mine that’s reaching for hers. Then she’s gone.

‘But… I’m new to control,’ she admits, lifting her legs and sitting on my thighs, moaning leave my scratchy throat. ‘It’s been a long time.’

‘You seem to get the hang of things quickly, love,’ I say, almost as if I’m in pain.

It drives me far off the rails, having my dick so close to her soaked mess displayed to me, yet not being able to do a thing about it.

It also thrills me.

She grabs me again, our eyes locking as saliva drops out of her mouth and lads on the very tip of my cock.

So, fucking hot. ‘You’re so fucking hot,’ I repeat my thoughts in words, throwing my head back. Muscles in every part of my body tensed, and she lifts her hips and rubs her clit against me.

She whines and bites her lip. ‘God, Milo, you’re massive,’ she cries out as my throbbing cock spreads her wet lips apart.

Noise doesn’t stop escaping my throat.

Overwhelming feelings rush over me, the need for her killing me like she’s oxygen and I’m on one failing lung.

‘Do it,’ I tell her. ‘Sit on me.’

She grabs the pocketknife she set on the desk beside us and shakes her head, examining it. She drags her finger along the blade, and I almost tell her to be careful when she moves it away and softly presses it on my Adam’s apple.

My throat tightens, holding still.

‘I’m making the orders, remember? How about you tell me what you want me to do with this.’

‘Down,’ I whisper, careful not to move my neck against the sharp metal.

She goes up.

I inhale slowly. I’m going to come.

‘Raelynn. Don’t be a damn tease.’

‘I’ll be whatever I want.’ She drags the tip of the pocket knife down my neck, a shiver making me squirm.

It travels between my collarbones, down my best, over my abs, all the way to my dick. ‘I should be careful, shouldn’t I?’

‘Ruin me. Hurt me. Pin me. I couldn’t care any less what you do to me. Just do it.’

She presses the knife to my lip to pull it down with enough force to prick me.

I gasp softly, and she does as well as if worried suddenly, her eyebrows arching up to the ceiling. ‘Milo—’

I grin at her, laughing briefly and sucking at my bleeding lip. The copper taste flooded my mouth. ‘I’m alright, beautiful. More than.’

She places the blade down for a moment and brings her attention to my wounded lip, cupping my head between her hands and taking my bottom lip between hers, pulling and cleaning. Her tongue ran over the wound, soothing the prick of pain.

‘Take me,’ I mutter in her mouth. ‘Please, just fuck me, Raelynn.’

She stays kissing me, a soft moan of hers slipping down my throat as her hand wraps around my cock, and she lifts her hips.

‘Look at me,’ I tell her. And she listens, looking down at me with admiration in her eyes and swollen lips.

And I breathe out my mouth, my tip coming in contact with her soaked entrance, and then I’m engulfed with her entirely.

My body nearly collapsed in this never chair, a loud moan leaving me, whimpers straining along. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve felt: her slick walls contracting around me, the look on her face when my size filled her. I press against her cervix as she sits completely on me, having me deep inside of her, just where I belong.

‘A fucking prayer,’ I tell her. ‘You hear me? You’re a f-fucking pra—’ she rises herself before the words can escape me, coming back down with force.

I groan, wanting to touch her, wanting to grip her ass, but my hands are cuffed.

She moves her body in a rhythm that might make me come anytime now. She flexes her falls with every thrust, milking me, owning me.

‘I’m the only one you can fuck,’ she says, quickening her pace, bouncing on me. ‘I’m the only one who can fuck you like this. Ever. Okay?’ She cries out.

‘I’m yours, baby. I’m all yours.’

I’m stuck in a haze, a highness caused by Raelynn. Every inch of me inserted in her over and over again until I feel myself knotting, my insides melting.

‘Coming,’ I cry out in warning. ‘I’m gonna come.’

She lifts off me just in time to drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around my cock, my release shooting into the back of her throat as she sucks me off.

‘Fuck,‘ I shout, throwing my head back. ‘Fucking shit, you’re so good.’

She sucks me dry and smiles proudly at me.

‘So it was okay? I did okay for your first time?’

I laugh, panting. ‘Okay? Raelynn, unlock me.’

‘But—’

‘Unlock me. Now.’

The tone in my voice makes her move fast, taking the key off the dresser and freeing my hands from the cuffs.

Immediately, I take her in my arms, rising from the chair, and carry her towards my bed, her squeals and laughter following.

‘What are you doing!’ She giggles as I kiss down her body, down her stomach, down her scarred thighs.

‘You’ve had your little fun,’ I mutter against her throbbing clit, flicking it just once with my tongue. ‘I want to have mine now.’

I flip her over on her stoma h, grabbing her ass, squeezing her, and spreading her ass cheeks out so her asshole is visible.

I groan at the sweet sight—enough control for you.

On my knees, I drop my mouth between her legs from behind, licking her from the soaking hole up to her tight ass.

‘I want you in so many ways.’ I insert my tongue in her pussy, and she cries out. ‘I want this precious ass. I want your clit,’ I latch onto the throbbing nerve, and her legs begin to shake.

I spin her over again, falling between her legs. ‘I want these.’ I suck on one of her nipples, twirling my tongue around the hard things, painlessly nibbling. She grips my hair.

‘I want you.’ Lining myself with her entrance between us, I shove myself inside roughly, paying back for all her orders, getting back my control.

I lock my fingers with hers above her head and moan her name out. Her mouth, hands wide open, below me.

‘Stick out that pretty tongue, Rae.’

She does, smiling. And I let my saliva dripping down into her mouth as I thrust into her.

The bed bangs the wall with every movement, our bodies colliding and contracting in every way possible.

I drop my elbows beside her head, railing into her. ‘This is what you’ll always get for being such a bad girl like that. This will be your reward.’

She can’t speak even if she wants to.

I drill into her, my hardness not dying even with my release minutes ago. Another one coming on soon.

Condoms. There’s no condom, I’ve noticed already. ‘We’re playing a dangerous game here,’ I tell her as I shift my hips and see her face change. She must like this spot.

‘Mhm,’ she whimpers. ‘Don’t… cum in me.’

‘Oh, are you sure you don’t want me to fill you up?’ I play with her, ramming even harder against her cervix as if I’ve been doing it for years. ‘Cum first, Raelynn.’

She bites her lips, our eyes locked on each other, another level of intimacy unlocking as she leans up and kisses me, barely being able to do so, dropping her head back down.

I bend her legs towards the bed, reaching even deeper than I thought possible.

‘Fuck yeah,’ I sigh, feeling her walls contract at an insane amount against me, her body shivering and shaking, her lip jumping as she oozes around my cock.

‘There’s my good girl,’ I praise. ‘Such a good girl for me.’

I hold myself as much as I can for her, then pull out when she’s calmed, spilling my cum onto her lower stomach, jerking myself in my hand till I’m milked completely.

She watches in amazement, sitting still as I give her my design.

Then I collapse beside her, our panting breathes connecting, filling the silent room. My nose rubs against the side of her face, and I inhale her.

‘I love you,’ I whisper into her ear.

She turns to face me. ‘I love you too, Milo.’