Darkness Falls (The Darkness Duet #2)

Chapter 29

Callie

I t was super early in the morning when we finally made it to the motel. This one was the closest one we could find to the coordinates in the notebook. I step out of the car to stretch my legs and watch as the neon lights flicker on the sign. I grimace, already knowing what the inside of this room is going to look like.

I look over my shoulder to make eye contact with Seb, who is cautiously watching me. "Couldn't we have sprung for something a little nicer?"

"Sorry, there's no Hilton out here, trouble. A shitty motel is part of the process."

Part of the process. That's what they all keep saying. Why can't we make a new process? Seb's been super uptight the entire ride. The tension between the two of us is at an all-time high. Ever since the other day when we had fun with the toy and the bath, things between us have been so charged. Being stuck in the same room with not only him but also Barrett and Ky should be quite interesting.

"I'm going to go check in," Barrett shouts while walking away.

Ky wraps his arms around me, and I look up at him from over my shoulder. "Are you sure I can't convince you to get us our own room?"

I watch him as he closes his eyes for a moment, almost as though he is tempted to cave into my request. He finally opens his eyes and looks down at me, turning me in his arms so he can place a peck on my nose.

"Wanderer, I would love to have you in a hotel room by myself for days calling you my good girl, but this is work. We have rules that we always follow when on the job. That can't change now that you're involved. We have to stay safe."

I nod in defeat before pushing away from him to grab my bags from the back. The sooner we can get this all over with, the sooner we can all return to a somewhat normal life.

Barrett returns from the main office, and we all follow him to our room with some of our bags in hand. He holds the door open, and when I walk in, I stop in my tracks. It's exactly what I expected it to be. There are water stains on the ceiling and peeling wallpaper around the top and bottom edges of the walls. Two beds sit in the center of the room, and they have a strange, stale smell to them. I suppose I should be thankful they opted for a double queen rather than a single king.

I turn to face them, but before I can say anything, Barrett grabs the keys out of Seb's hand. "Ky and I are going to get breakfast. Do us a favor and just fuck already. It will make this entire trip way less tense. "

"What happened to ‘we have rules’?" I say with air quotes and raise an eyebrow at Kyler.

"Yeah, one of those rules is to make things as cohesive as possible. You two need to get whatever pent-up frustration you have out of your system."

I scoff. "What if I want breakfast too?"

"Have some sausage to hold you over, wanderer," Kyler says while trying to hold back a laugh.

Barrett walks over and pecks me on the lips. "We'll bring something back for you two. I'm sure you'll need the calories to replenish your energy. Text us when you're done."

With that, he turns to whisper something in Seb’s ear before leaving with Kyler trailing behind him. Just like that, Sebastian and I are alone in an awkward silence.

"Assholes," I mutter under my breath, unsure of what to do.

They're not entirely wrong. There's been an uncomfortable pull between me and Seb. We just haven’t had time to explore that fully yet. Stress doesn't exactly constitute the best formula for navigating a new relationship with someone.

I rub my arms uncomfortably. "Um... So, what now?"

He closes the distance between us and lifts a strand of my hair, twirling it between his fingers before dropping it back down. "Now, I’m going to use you like I should have a long time ago, trouble. You’re going to be a good little toy, and let me fuck you.”

My mouth drops open. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Barrett's right; this has been a long time coming. It's not the most conventional way for us to be together for the first time, but I don't think anything about our path has been conventional. You can't deny you're just as distracted as I am."

My eyes widen, and my heart slams in my chest. Did he just say he was going to fuck me? I already feel the heat between my legs, aching for him to touch me. I want to see exactly what he’s been holding back, but this isn't how I saw that happening. I turn my head to try and escape his burning gaze, but he grips my chin and forces my eyes back on him.

"I think a filthy slut like you likes the idea of me using you in a dirty motel room." He leans in and blows a breath on my neck as I let out a heavy sigh. "I bet you're already dripping just over the idea of me being inside you. I could bend you over that desk in the corner and fuck you senseless."

My eyes move to the desk, and I picture myself bent over it with him holding my hands behind my back while he slams into me. He's right; I'm shamelessly wet for him. Part of me wants to admit it, but the other part is still holding back, and I think he senses that.

"Sebastian..." I say, trailing off.

"Is that what you're supposed to call me?" He tilts his head, willing me to defy him as his fingers wrap around my throat.

"No, sir." I gulp, feeling the way his fingers squeeze around my airway a little bit more.

"You know I won't be gentle like your puppy dog boyfriend."

Curiosity fills me as a wicked grin crosses my face. I don't want him to be gentle. He lets go of my throat and walks over to one of the bags in the corner of the room to pick it up and set it on a bed. I watch in complete shock as he dumps the contents and looks through everything.

"You brought a bag of sex toys? What the fuck?"

He grins. "Barrett brought them, but he made sure to tell me they were here before he left. Now, strip."

"What the hell? No. You can't be serious."

He closes the distance between us again with a face so stern it would bring even the strongest person to their knees. "I think you know me well enough by now to know I'm almost always serious."

"Seb, I'm not having sex with you here. It's dirty." I gesture around the room in disgust.

"You will be, too, when I'm done with you. You'll be a messy slut dripping with my come. Take off your clothes, Callie, or I'll punish you. How badly do you want to be punished?" He raises a brow, and I know he's serious.

I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing as I look him in the eyes and free my body of every piece of clothing. He grabs something from the bed that I don't get sight of before he walks behind me and leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Hands behind your back, fuck toy."

My knees go weak, and I blindly comply, placing my hands behind my back. A soft fabric encompasses my wrists, and I already know he's binding them back there. I'm thankful it's nothing harsh like rope. I try to turn to look over my shoulder and see exactly what he's using, but he holds me in place.

"Stay."

"What are you doing?" I question, but he continues his task by tightening both of the bindings around my wrists. When he finally steps back and moves to stand in front of me, I try to pull at my arms, but the cuffs have them firmly in place.

"Let's go over some rules while I have your attention because when you're with me, there will be rules," he says with a domineering gaze.

I'm feeling a little bratty, so I challenge him. "I'm not really a fan of rules," I smile, and while I'm joking around, there is a bit of sincerity with my words.

"Quit trying to be a brat, or you’ll be punished for it," he states firmly, and a chill runs down my spine.

"I like punishments," I say, and he closes the space between us by wrapping a hand around my waist.

"My punishments and Barrett's punishments are not the same. Are you sure you want to test those limits the first time I’m inside you?"

I take a moment to consider this. On the one hand, I would really like to see exactly what he's talking about. It could be fun. On the other hand, is today really the day for that? I don't know how much time the two of us have. For now, I fall in line. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, sir." I smile .

"Good. Are you ready for the rules?" He leans and nibbles at my earlobe.

"Yes, sir," I say, watching him pull back from my face with eyes bright and excited. He loves my submission.

"Rule number one, you already know. You call me Sir."

I nod. "Yes, sir."

"Rule number two, you give me control unless you want to be punished. The only exception is the one free pass I gave you the other day; however, today is not a day when you can use that."

"Yes, sir."

"The third and final rule is the most important. If you are ever uncomfortable, you will use your safe word. If you can't speak, you will snap your fingers twice, and I will immediately stop whatever I'm doing."

"Yes, sir."

"Now that we have established all of that, get on your knees and open your dirty mouth." I hesitate for a moment, remembering we are in a disgusting motel. He grips my chin firmly. "I wasn't asking."