Chapter 10 #2
Without warning, Brody’s hand came down hard on my ass.
It was so sudden that I didn’t even feel the pain at first, but as the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room, my brain caught up with my body.
The burn of his strike felt like it reached right down into my core and ignited a flame inside me.
I moaned and angled my body to press back against his hand, trying to get more contact.
Brody carefully stroked the area he’d just struck, acting as though he were soothing my bruised flesh when really, he was just aggravating the already angry nerve endings.
“Maybe you can take it,” he mumbled before pinching that same spot.
I was going to have an impressive bruise on my ass when he was done, and we’d barely started.
My tongue already felt like it was tied in knots, so I didn’t bother trying to respond. I just buried my face against the mattress and nodded. I felt Brody moving around behind me but couldn’t see what he was doing. The only clue I had was his distracted mumbling.
“Too bad we didn’t plan ahead. With more time to prep, I could do so much more with you. Oh well. This’ll be enough for now.”
Enough?
He wasn’t’ stopping was he?
I got my answer soon enough. Using his knees, he spread my legs farther apart, and with one hand on the small of my back to keep me still, he roughly slid a lubed finger inside me.
Compared to the pain that still lingered around the abused spot on my ass, the stretch of one finger inside me was almost unnoticeable.
Even the jolt of cold lube against my hot skin was more noticeable.
I didn’t say anything, but Brody immediately picked up on my lack of response, and a second finger joined the first.
He slid his fingers in and out of me, scissoring them apart and stretching me open while the hand on my back still kept me pinned. I felt his weight shift as he leaned forward until his breath brushed against the tip of my ear.
The fingers inside me jabbed at a particularly sensitive spot, while at the same time he bit down on the other side of my neck.
Pain and pleasure were indistinguishable.
Everything melted together into one intense moment of feeling.
I didn’t even realize I was screaming until I felt the hoarse tickle in my throat.
He continued to drive his fingers in and out of me, hitting my most pleasurable spot every time. Each thrust didn’t come with another bite, but he did tangle one hand tightly into my hair to keep my head pressed down against the mattress, and the tugging left a constant tingle along my scalp.
I lost myself in the sensation and panted so hard that the sheets beneath my face grew wet with spit. The knot in my gut twisted tighter and tighter, pushing me toward an end that I both feared and longed for.
Then, all at once, everything stopped.
“Not so fast,” Brody said before nipping the shell of my ear. “We aren’t done. I’m not even inside you yet.”
His fingers inside me disappeared, and even the hand tangled in my hair pulled away. The sudden loss of sensation left me reeling. I was desperate to get him back and tried to chase after him, only to be reminded of my bound wrists.
Tugging at the ropes hard enough to shake the headboard, I begged as tears dripped from my eyes.
“Please. Wait. No. Come back. I need… I need more.”
It wasn’t long until his weight was pressing down on me again, spreading my legs wide enough to accommodate his hips, but even that short time was too much.
I practically sighed in relief when I felt the hard shaft of his cock sliding against my bruised ass.
While I’d been panicking, he’d prepared himself with a condom and more lube, meaning he wasn’t going to hesitate much longer.
Any moment now, I’d finally be satisfied.
That moment came almost immediately, and yet it was still too slow.
Grabbing onto both my shoulders, Brody lined himself up and thrust inside me. I felt every inch of him as my inner muscles stretch to accommodate him, but it wasn’t enough.
I needed more.
Harder.
Faster.
When he was only about halfway inside, I gripped onto the headboard and used the leverage to thrust my hips back into him, slamming him the rest of the way home all at once.
We both groaned in unison. Brody dug his fingers into the meat of my shoulder as he clung tightly to me, adding more bruises to the already impressive series of marks he’d left decorating my skin.
He was rough, almost uncaring, as he pulled most of the way out and shoved in again.
Each thrust shoved me down hard against the bed, driving the air from my lungs until I could barely breathe.
Black spots danced across my vision. I could barely move.
Even my fingers didn’t want to respond and could only meekly cling to the headboard.
It was ecstasy and oblivion all at once. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I gave in to the overwhelming sensations and suffered joyously inside my own skin.
“You’re crying now?” Brody panted as he rutted into me.
There wasn’t enough air in my lungs to speak. I could barely even nod, but I managed to jerk my head just enough to get the meaning across.
He thrust in hard again, even deeper than before. “Good. You fucking asked for this. So, take it.”
As he continued pounding into me, he buried his teeth in my flesh again.
The sting was never enough to indicate that he drew blood, but it was a close call.
He littered bite marks all across my neck, shoulders, and even part of my back.
Anywhere his mouth could reach was fair game, and I gave it all to him.
There wasn’t an inch of my body that I tried to hide.
The faster he went, the slower my thoughts became, until the only thing inside my head was a gray mist. I floated between the line of pleasure and pain like driftwood on the ocean, helplessly going wherever the current took me.
Time passed slowly, yet before I knew it, Brody was speeding up even harder and faster inside me. I could tell he was close, and while I didn’t want it to end, I also didn’t want him to hold back.
Brody wrapped his hand around me to grip my cock and started stroking me in time to his thrusting.
My whole body tensed, clenching down around him.
The pleasure in my gut, which had slowly been coiling tighter and tighter, abruptly sprang loose.
I came with a shout that was muffled against the pillow, spilling my release across the lines of his fingers.
At the same time, Brody grabbed onto the headboard with his other hand for extra leverage, thrust deeper inside than he ever had before, and followed me into his own climax.
I couldn’t have described the moment to save my life.
Words like pleasure and ecstasy weren’t enough.
Bliss was an accurate term, but it was also too soft.
The feelings that passed between us weren’t soft.
They were rough and aggressive, like the heat of burning gunpowder igniting inside a gun.
My release had hit me with the force of a bullet, equal parts pain and pleasure, and I couldn’t have been happier about it.
When the intense sensations finally let us go, Brody collapsed on top of me. If I’d been any smaller, I would have been completely crushed. Even now, my shoulders felt the strain as my arms remained tied to the headboard, and my lungs struggled to draw in a much-needed breath.
“Oh, sorry,” Brody said when he noticed my gasping and quickly raised himself off of me. “Hold on. Let me get that.”
I hadn’t paid attention to what kind of knot he’d used to secure the ropes around my wrists, other than noticing that they were tight. However, they must have been expertly tied, because despite how securely they held me, the knots easily came free when Brody tugged on them in just the right way.
My arms landed like limp string on the mattress beside my head. I tried to thank him, but the only sound that came out of me was a useless little grunt.
Brody just laughed. “You’re welcome.” He sounded nearly as tired as I felt, but still managed to raise himself off the bed. “Hold on for a second. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Time no longer mattered. He could have been gone for seconds or hours as I lay there, face down and utterly spent. Eventually, he returned, and a warm washcloth was dragged along my skin. The soft material soothed my hurts, and soon enough, I was left with only the ache of a very pleasant evening.
Everything hurt in the best way. I hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked since before my brother got sick, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed it. Not just the sex, but the mindless oblivion that came afterward. My mind was quiet, and my body lay completely still.
Without realizing it, I dozed off under Brody’s gentle care.
Sunlight streamed through the window at a much steeper angle than I expected when I woke up. As soon as rational thought returned to me, the first thing my gaze did was jump to the nearby clock.
It was nearly noon.
The bed beside me was cold, but there was a distinct impression among the sheet where Brody had slept, so I knew I hadn’t been abandoned the previous night.
Brody was a man of action. He couldn’t just sit there while he waited for me to wake up and was no doubt working on some project around the property.
They really needed to come up with a name for the place. Calling it “The Property” even in my own head was annoying.
It was comforting to trust someone enough to know that even if I couldn’t see them, they were still around.
With all of my previous friends, partners, and even my brother, there was always a lingering fear that they would disappear the moment I took my eyes off them.
I’d assumed it was my own anxiety that caused such feelings, but I was beginning to realize that the fear stemmed from the fact that I never trusted them.
I never felt valued and was left wondering if each time we parted was the last time they’d bother reaching out to me.
Brody was different. From the first moment we met, I knew I could rely on him. He made it clear that he never did anything he didn’t want to do, so if he was spending time with me it was because he wanted my presence in his life.
Even after such a short amount of time, looking through Brody’s wardrobe for something to wear had already become a familiar routine.
Most of his clothing was casual, with only a few more formal pieces.
Most looked brand new—some even still had the price tag on them—but I avoided those pieces, nonetheless.
The only formal outfit that had clearly been worn several times before was a military full-dress uniform hidden at the back of the wardrobe.
I trailed my fingers over the gold buttons and the collection of various badges pinned to the lapel.
I didn’t know what they meant, but the sheer number of them was still impressive.
I’d have to ask Brody to explain them sometime, so I could fully appreciate his accomplishments.
Maybe I could even convince him to wear the uniform for me sometime.
Letting the uniform go for now, I grabbed a set of clothing that looked like it would fit me and headed for the bathroom. I was immediately greeted by the sight of my own image, and the number of bitemarks and bruises that decorated my skin.
I lost myself for a few minutes just admiring the marks. The worst of the marks still stung when I ran my fingers over them. Brody had come really close to breaking the skin a few times and it would take days for the marks to heal.
I wished they would last forever.
Eventually snapping myself out of my self-exploration, I turned my attention back to my morning routine.
A smile came to my face when I saw a brand new toothbrush sitting on the sink right next to Brody’s regular one.
The fact that Brody had put supplies for me here among his own items rather than storing them in the guest bedroom was a clear sign of my place in this house.
I wasn’t a guest. I still wasn’t sure what exactly we were, but our relationship had definitely passed the casual stage.
After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs to find breakfast already waiting for me on the table.
Well, it was technically lunch, but Brody had chosen to make breakfast food, so it still counted.
“Hey,” Brody greeted when I sat at the table across from him. “How’re you feeling?”
“Famished,” I said as I started piling food onto my plate, grabbing a little of everything he’d prepared.
There were no eggs. He’d made sausage, pancakes, and even fresh-squeezed orange juice, but eggs were clearly missing from the table. They were a standard breakfast food, and I’d seen Brody eating them before, so I knew he liked them.
I, however, hated them, and that was apparently enough reason for Brody to completely forgo serving them at all.
Tipping my head so I was looking up at Brody despite our similar height, I let the collar of my shirt fall open.
I had purposely chosen a shirt that was too loose along the shoulders so that more of my bruised skin would be on display, and my effort paid off.
Brody’s gaze immediately snapped to my neck, and a desire smoldered in his eyes as he stared at the marks he’d left behind.
With one finger, I traced the edge of a bite mark right over my pulse.
“I’m also really sore. I could barely get out of bed.”
It was a lie and we both knew it. A few bruises weren’t enough to leave me bedridden, but it was still a fun fantasy.
Brody licked his lips and pushed his chair away from the table. “Maybe you should have breakfast in bed, then.”
Before I could answer, the front door burst open and interrupted us.
Magnus strode into the house with long strides, like it was taking all of his control not to run. He made a B-line for the kitchen and slammed his hand on the table hard enough to rattle the dishes.
A few sausage links rolled onto the floor, where the dogs in his wake immediately snatched them up.
“Brody,” Magnus practically shouted, oblivious of the dogs at his feet that were stealing our breakfast. “I just heard news about Creed.”
A mix of hope and fear spread across Brody’s face. “Is he…”
He couldn’t even finish the sentence, but his question was clear.
Magnus smiled wide enough to show off a set of dazzlingly white teeth.
“They found him. He’s alive.”