THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BOOK TWO (I'll Never Love Again) (girlxgirl)

CH.ONE

It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.

_Marquis de Sade

ALERT!! :
THERE IS SLIGHT BDSM IN THIS CHAPTER BETWEEN PEOPLE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX. IF YOU ARE NOT INTO THIS TYPE OF THING, PLEASE SKIP THE CHAPTER.

JAYCEY'S POV

So I found out that what's broken can heal but the scars, the cracks, the memories can still linger and plague you like an obnoxious disease. I learnt that love is not as complicated as people assume it is, but us humans complicate it and make it seem like the scariest emotion ever. I also learnt that love is a lot of things tangled up in one web, and once one gets intertwined in that web; it's an obstacle to get untangled from it. I learnt a lot of things four years back, self discovery, heartbreaks, sisterhood that never got to be explored. I learnt life at its worst; I got a taste of love, its bittersweet flavour left a mark on my taste buds and I will never forget how as a person love made me grow, broke me down to a gazillion pieces and shattered my soul but also taught me to be strong.

Love teaches acceptance, sometimes if you love someone you have to accept the outcomes of loving that person, it's not always the case though but in my case, accepting that Belle left was a must. You can't go chasing after someone who always keeps running, I love Isabelle Anderson but she left me; knowing very well how much I felt. She knew but she didn't come to find me, and I guess if love really wants to give my heart some sense of relief...it will make us cross paths again.

"You're not concentrating," a shiver ran a marathon down my spine and my teeth slightly shuddered. His voice, raspy and commanding sounded in my ear before the whip landed on my nakedness, kissing my butt and bringing my senses back to life whilst burying my thoughts. I let out a yelp, the pain inflicted on my skin both painful and pleasuring. The slow erotic jazz playlist that was playing in the background calmed my soul and eased my nerves. With the lack of sight caused by the blindfold that was tied to my eyes, my hands that were handcuffed to the headboard and my legs parted but tied up to the bed also; I somehow felt like I was floating.

My hard nipples dug onto the soft mattress. I lay with my back to him, feeling his hot breath on the crook of my neck. I had received a few whips that had felt magnificently amazing, his manly hands had gropped my breasts from beneath me, squeezed my nipples and I had let out moans of pleasure that swirled around the room joyously. But like always, the thought of Belle had taken my mind hostage and I feared I was going to get punished for losing concentration. Although I knew without a doubt that I would love to get punished.

His teeth grazed my earlobe, his naked body perfectly laying atop of mine. I could feel his hardness between my thighs which made me long for him to enter me but I was well aware that he would make me beg for it first.

"What's on your mind?"

His fingers traced invisible lines on my sides, outlining the curves of my body. His scent driving me utterly insane, his heartbeat drawing a rhythm of a firm and dominant harmony. I was so lost in it's hymn that I forgot he'd asked me a question, his fingernails digging deep into my skin were a painful yet amicably soothing feeling which served as a reminder that I was supposed to answer.

"Nothing," I breathed out.

His body heat left my body, before something cold landed on my back, followed by a hard slap on my ass that made me gasp. He moved the cold thing smoothly on my skin, I assumed it was an ice block. I arched my back and shuddered at the intense feeling of its coldness. He spanked me again, harder than the last time and I let out another gasp, louder this time. The electrifying pain painting the whole of my body.

His deep sensual but hard voice reminded me, "If you want me to stop, just tell me."

My nostrils took in his scent which seemed hypnotic at the moment. I replied, sure that the two words flowing from my mouth where truly what I desired at the moment, "Don't stop."

After a draggingly torturous minute, I felt his hands cup my butt cheeks and he softly spread them apart, a longing sensation hitting me as the coolness of the air met my clit. I sucked in a good amount of air as his fingertips played with my folds, pulling and teasing, making me release long pleasurable moans.

"Please."

He pinched my inner thigh, and I felt his hot rugged breath on my clit.

"Eric please," I tried again, my voice trembling.

His tongue lashed down on my vagina, sucking deep, flipping and pulling my folds and before I could register everything, he pulled it out. I groaned through my heavy breaths, cussing inwardly. I felt him uncuff me, both my hands and my legs before he turned me over to lie on my back. I felt his lips nibbling on my neck, harder and harder by the second and I moaned uncontrollably. He moved his lips down my jawline. His hands holding mine captive, restricting me from touching him and he kissed me on my lips.

"I love you," he professed through the kiss, "...say it back."

"I-I love you too," I whispered, wincing at the pain of his fingernails digging inside my wrists.

"Say it louder."

His lips moved to my breasts, treating them with so much passion. He kissed them gently at first, taking turns to suck and nibble and pull my nipples before he started to bite hard and I gasped loudly.

"I love you too Eric," my voice was loud and clear. As a reward, he unexpectedly shoved his cock inside me, my wetness making him slide in easily. He gripped my neck and thrust in hard, his hand tightening on my neck with every hard thrust he made.

I breathed my moans heavily, searching for air and at the same time loving the feeling of him inside me. His thrusts became stronger and even more harder, his free arm pulling me into him by my thigh and his nails scratching on my skin. I let my hands fall on his waist in an attempt to pull him even more closer if that was possible but he commanded me not to touch him or else they would be consequences. I writhed and twitched beneath him, the need to touch his body adding up with every milli-second that ticked. I lifted my ass from the bed and followed the rhythm of his thrusts and just as I was about to cum, he withdrew his cock and I groaned in frustration.

His fingers traced my stomach and his tongue licked my breasts. My breath was heavy as so was his, my mind all over the place as to why he didn't allow me to release. His fingers fell on my face and he smoothly removed the blindfold from my eyes. It took my eyes a while to adjust to the red hazy candlelit room which smelled like a garden of roses, then my eyes focused on the handsome naked man infront and ontop of me. He awarded me with a smirk and I giggled at how amazing he looked with all the sweat drizzling from his chest down to his abdomen.

"Why?," I asked, my eyes locked on his grey ones.

He stated firmly but with a smirk tugging on his lips, "I wanna get lost in your eyes as you give in to the ecstasy that I give you."

Before I could utter anything else I felt him inside me again and now as I was given the liberty to use my hands, I put that to good use. He moved inside of me, my hands grazing his back and my fingernails scratching him. I moaned for him to go harder and faster and he complied. Both his hands gripped my thighs and he pulled me into him. I tightened my core on his dick, he grunted, growled and I moaned with pleasure.

"Open your eyes," he spoke, breathing heavily. I was in too much ecstasy that my eyes had rolled out, my head thrown back. The delight spreading across my body made it hard for my eyes to flutter open, but I did as commanded.

I whispered through my moans, "D-dont tell me y-you love me."

"I love you," he whispered looking straight into my eyes and we both heavily and with strong force released. My body shook under his, he held onto me tightly until my shaking subsided. We both stared hazily into each others eyes before he fell besides me. Our breaths were still heavy, my eyes locked on the ceiling and before I drifted off to sleep, Eric pulled me closer to him and again whispered the words he only uttered when we were having sex.

"I love you."