Chapter 19 Duncan #2
Bending down, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. Biting her until her sweet cry bounces off the walls of the gallery.
I’m taking what’s mine, kissing, grinding, moaning at the feel of her. She’s so soft and responsive, her pussy wetting the front of my jeans. My cock jerks, fucking hurts, as it tries to get to her.
“Tell me,” she mumbles as my tongue swipes at her blood, my hips ramming her into the pedestal. Not stop. Not you’re being too rough. “You have to. Please.”
“I will, but you need to know this.” Though it’s torture, I manage to slow down so I don’t snap before we’re done talking. “After today, you won’t look at me the same way. You might hate me.”
“The only reason I’m going to hate you is if you keep treating me like that.” She sucks in a breath. “Like I’m looking for a reason to leave. I’m not.”
“You don’t understand.” When she opens her mouth, I slam a hand over her parted lips. “This isn’t some misunderstanding. This isn’t your brother being a manipulative dick. It goes way deeper than that.”
Her eyebrows lower as she listens.
“I’ll explain, but first, wait for me. Right here, okay?”
Confusion flashes in her eyes, there and gone.
She blinks once, mumbling what sounds like yes.
“Good girl,” I praise, letting go of her mouth.
When I release her wrists, the bangles clink, but not because she moves her arms.
What I see when I look up is submission.
A mild tremor travels through her arms with the effort to press them even tighter together.
The discipline in that simple act is so hot that precum wets my boxers. A violent current simmers beneath every inch of my skin.
“That’s it, keep them there.” My tone is deceptively calm. It’s clear just how not-calm I am as soon as I pull the ribbon out of my pocket. The fabric crumples in my clenched fist, my knuckles turning white. “My little prisoner.”
“I am. Always have been.”
Fuck, I love that she’s playing along. That she doesn’t fight me on the word prisoner, that she accepts it as the fact it is.
“This…”
I round the pedestal, stopping right next to her head. Elowyn’s eyes widen as she follows my every move.
“This isn’t just a ribbon. It’s a gag. Open up.” One tap on her mouth, and Elowyn parts her lips. “Good girl.”
Praising Elowyn isn’t just a kink this morning. It’s a necessity. Every good girl is another I’m sorry.
Her flushed cheeks mean she likes it too.
Carefully, I slide the ribbon between her teeth, over her tongue. The material grows dark, soaking with spit.
Her eyes are even darker, the black pushing out the gray entirely.
A dirty, twisted thought invades my consciousness.
“But before I tie this around you.” I lean forward, my face hovering inches over hers.
Our breaths mingle, both hot. “I’m going to spit in that pretty mouth.
So you’ll have both you and me dripping down your chin and going down your throat.
A reminder that no matter how much you hate me, I’m always there. Always a part of you.”
The sound she makes in the back of her throat—part desire, part panic—is enough to drive a man insane.
I don’t think she has any idea how perfect she is. Filthy, raw, and mine.
My mouth waters for a taste of these glistening lips. There’ll be time for that.
Now, I’m going to do what I told her I would, and that’s spitting into her waiting mouth.
She coughs when I’m done, her gaze slightly panicked as she looks at me for help. God, she’s beautiful like this. I’ve been waiting to be the person she leans on my entire life.
“Relax your throat.” While she struggles, I run my knuckles over her jawline. “You’ve got this. My brave little moon. Breathe.”
Like a masterpiece whose true pigment I’m coaxing back into the light, she works her throat. She swallows a little, letting the rest marinate on her tongue, and then she settles.
I hum in approval, and her cheeks burn bright red.
Then I turn my attention to the gag.
My fingers are used to knotting and unknotting bandage strips, ribbons. A decade ago, I tied up Ross too.
All forgettable.
This gag drawn snug around Elowyn’s head is the one knot I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“I meant what I said. You might hate me after today. Not because there’s something wrong with you.” Our eyes meet. Understanding shines in hers. “It’s me. I’m the problem.”
I thank her for listening, for bearing with me by kissing her temple.
“I’m the motherfucking monster who doesn’t deserve you. But guess what? I’m keeping you anyway.” I lick the spit trickling down her jaw. Groan at the taste of us, at the sound of the choked moan she can’t suppress. “I won’t let you go. Not now, not ever.”
She only nods, the gag and my spit preventing her from speaking.
“First, though, I need you to know how sorry I am. I was wrong to punish you. Wrong to believe I could live without you once my revenge was over.” I cup her cheek with one hand, turning her head farther to the side, even more toward me.
“We were meant to be. I’m your first, your last, your only fucking man, Elowyn. I see that now. Clearly.”
She flutters her eyelashes, and I take it as my sign to continue.
“Ten years ago, that night before I disappeared, your brother and I had been out for hours.” My hand slides lower, down her collarbone, between her breasts. She whimpers when I roll one nipple between my fingers, the other. “You know why?”
“Mm-mm,” Elowyn hums her no. A choked, gorgeous sound.
“My parents’ boss.”
Her eyebrows lower at my ominous tone.
“He’d set the fire that killed them. It was insurance fraud. Thing is, he had no idea they worked late.”
A tear escapes from Elowyn’s right eye. She groans as my tongue swipes over it, when I take the pain away, transforming it into arousal.
“He hid it well…from the police.” As if I’m not talking about my dead parents, my fingers trace lower still, circling her navel. Teasing her. “With a few words, he practically confessed their murders to me. My then-best friend didn’t hesitate to help me get my revenge. An eye for an eye.”
Her chin quivers while her body shivers at my touch.
“I don’t care that he’s dead.” I get to my feet and move to the end of the platform. “What I didn’t like was how we went about it.”
My eyes never leave her face, committing the heat in her gaze to memory. Settling my hands on her shins, I spread her legs wider.
“Torturing him made my stomach churn, even if it was Barclay who did the heavy lifting.” My pulse rages, my fingers gripping, claiming, pulling Elowyn closer until her feet find the floor and her knees bend.
I gather arousal from her soaked pussy, drawing it and rubbing her clit.
“But eventually, Mom and Dad got their justice, as convoluted as it had been.”
I don’t add that murdering him was the leverage Barclay used to push me out of her life. How my gratitude toward him turned to hate in the blink of an eye.
It’s not a secret, it’s just, I don’t want her to pity me now, when my cock is hard, and I’m dying to be inside her cunt.
She’s a sight, panting, cheeks getting redder. Her arms are right where I left them. A picture of obedience.
My hands handle her body, her soft curves meld beneath my fingers as I guide her onto her hands and knees. When she’s on all fours, I curl by body over hers.
“Swallow, little moon,” I murmur in her ear.
She obeys. So eager, so beautiful.
Still, some of her spit trickles down her cheek, making my cock strain, throb, ache.
Using one hand, I take myself out, stroke once to take the edge off. But I don’t want to fuck my hand.
I want her. Driven by need, I nudge my cock between her thighs and rock my hips, giving us both pleasure as I rub my length against her and drag the head of my dick over her clit.
As if begging for more, she squeezes her legs together, the added pressure coaxing guttural groans out of me.
“There,” I groan when I find my voice, my cheek close to hers. “Now you know.”
Other than little her little moans, Elowyn stays quiet, pliant, giving me permission to do whatever the hell I want. Not asking me to remove the ribbon.
So I keep talking.
“I’m a monster for murdering a man.” With a hand in her hair, I press her cheek to the pedestal.
I place both her hands forward so she’s grabbing the ledge.
“An even bigger monster for tormenting you. And I’m sorry.
So sorry, Elowyn. I wish I never hurt you.
But I don’t regret bringing you here, forcing you to be mine. ”
When I position her how I want her, I curl a hand around the back of her neck, looking down at her profile.
“Kay.” That’s it. After the longest silence, she has nothing to say about me being a killer. Yet.
I’ll pluck her thoughts out of her, eventually.
“And this monster”—fisting myself, I line my cock up to her pussy, squeezing her neck—“is going to fuck”—I lick the corner of Elowyn’s mouth, tasting the soaked gag—“you.”
At the sound of her whimper, I’m done waiting. I thrust into her pussy in one shove.
“Baby, yes.” I kiss the crook of her neck. Throbbing at how tight she is. How her pulse rages. “You’re probably sore from last night, but look at you. Fucking look, your pussy is sucking me in. Begging me to bruise you all over again.”
More whimpering, more little sounds that turn me into an animal. I growl as I start to buck my hips, ramming into her over and over.
That smooth skin, I can’t stop sucking her into my mouth.
As long as I leave marks.
As long as I brand her as mine.
I’ll do just that.
“Can’t get enough of you.” With every stroke of my cock, I tell her I want her. I own her. She’s my woman, always has been. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Going to stay buried inside you for days. Make up for the time we lost.”
She nods, and I thrust harder in response.
Sex, this kind of sex, goes far deeper than hips connecting. Deeper than my dick sinking into her heat.
It’s everything.
“It might take a while for you to accept me. But hate me, love me, I don’t”—I bottom out, being rough, like I’m binding us with my cock—“fucking”—soon, she’ll be having our babies—“care. I said it before, and I’ll say it a million times.”
I slide a hand to her clit, rubbing, pinching, stroking.
“You, Elowyn Faye Montgomery, are mine.”
As mine leaves my mouth, Elowyn’s orgasm crashes over her. She screams through the gag, clenching and unclenching around my cock.
“That’s it, milk me, just like that.” My hips ramming into Elowyn without an ounce of mercy. As hard and as fast as I want her. “Going to come inside you for being such a good girl. Going to fuck babies into that pussy. God—fuck.”
I groan as my climax drains out of me. My breath is labored, my body shuddering, but I don’t let go. I whisper mine and little moon, emptying more of myself into her, making sure she takes in every drop of my cum.
After I’m done, I pull out and help Elowyn until we’re both standing next to the pedestal, my arms wrapped around her.
Flushed, gagged, and beautiful, she stares up at me. Just staring, not even trying to remove the ribbon or talk around it.
If she needs time to let the information settle in, fine. I’m willing to give her twenty-four hours to get comfortable with the idea. Nothing more.
“Hold on to me,” I order, voice gentle yet firm. She does, gingerly placing her hands on my shoulders. “That’s it. Now. Did you hear me?” I untie the ribbon that I used to gag her, stuffing it into my jeans before tucking myself in. “Heard what I did?”
“Yes.” Her gray eyes appear silver in the light of day. “I heard you.”
“Good.” I brush a lock of hair behind her ear. I hate this, that she’s still closed off, impossible to read. I understand it too. “I’ll walk you to your room, then. You can rest. Tomorrow, we’ll talk again.”
I’m waiting to hear okay or even let’s go.
Instead, Elowyn’s face reddens.
Her lips pinch right before she hisses, “No more, Duncan. No fucking more.”