Chapter 22 #2
Everly grimaces as the color in her cheeks creeps down her neck. She tries to scoot back on her knees to give herself space to bend forward, but with only about five inches of rope, her elbows can’t quite touch the mattress.
“Rowan, I can’t,” she huffs.
Shifting my position on the bed, I unravel the second rope to tie the rest of her up.
Just as I come to kneel behind her, something catches my attention.
I freeze, my eyes locking onto the mess gathering on my sheets.
Breathing is suddenly difficult. I place my hand on the marks on her lower back and lean over her with a wicked grin she can’t see.
“Oh my, Everly, did I do something you liked?” I tease before running my hand down her ass then between her legs where her body is literally dripping .
Everly’s little feminine squeal of surprise as I slide my fingers through her slick folds turns into a choked off groan as I use two fingers to circle her clit. She’s so wet. And the heat radiating from her core? It’s beckoning me.
“Does the little Woodrow princess, the sweet little virgin, have a rope fetish?” I muse out loud. “Who would’ve guessed.”
“ No !”
She tries to squirm out of my touch as I run my fingers through her slit once more, but it’s useless as I scoot closer, drop the rope, and hold her hips still with my other hand.
“No, it’s not the rope?” I ask, only half paying attention. I’m more interested in the shiver that races up her body as I tease a finger around her entrance. My dick is growing painfully hard as I tease us both.
I insert a finger into her pussy and have to bite down on my tongue to keep from moaning along with her.
She’s so tight . Her body clenches around my finger, greedy and trying to suck me in deeper.
After a few pumps, I insert a second finger, and this time Everly gasps and arches back into my hand.
She seems to remember herself because she tries to self-correct a moment later.
Except my other hand—situated on her hip—prevents her from shifting anywhere but back further.
“What is it, then? My handsome face? Was it because I told you how brave you are? Or how beautiful your battle scars are? Maybe it was—” Her body bears down on my fingers. I laugh, the sound deep and full of hunger. “Ah, it’s the praise. Good to know.”
“No, it has n-nothing to do with you or anything else,” she objects, her voice breathless.
My thumb caresses her clit as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her body. Everly throws her head back and pants hard. Her arousal drips into my palm and spills over.
“So responsive, princess,” I murmur, watching her reactions to my touch.
She tries to fight her desire. Her body stiffens and she tries to scoot away, but as I shove my fingers in deeper and caress the walls of her pussy, her muscles almost instantly unwind again and she stops moving.
Everly tries to jerk her hips away, but I yank her back, and she growls her frustration.
Her body desperately wraps tighter around my fingers as she fails to stay indifferent.
Her breathy gasps, which she tries to choke off, start soft at first. The longer I work her up, the louder they get.
Usually, my own pleasure outweighs that of whoever I’m with, but watching Everly try to fight what I’m giving her?
It’s so fucking hot. I’m tempted to force her to cum just to prove how in control of her I am.
I lick my dry lips. “Your pussy is so hungry for me, princess.”
I’m tempted to insert a third finger to get her ready for me.
However, if I do that, I might not be able to resist fucking her.
Right now, it’s not about that. As much as I crave sinking into her pussy while she pretends not to want it…
there’s something more important I need to take care of first. The itch under my skin has nearly stilled, but to blanket it altogether, I have to do one thing.
Reluctantly, I pull my hands free from her body. The disappointed groan Everly lets out is cut off abruptly.
“Wait, wait! I can’t straighten my back like this!” she calls out, and I pull tight, causing her back to arch and butt to lift as I wrap the rope around one thigh.
“W-why did you…” Her question goes unfinished, but I know what she wants to ask.
“Later, if you’re good, I’ll let you cum,” I promise her.
With that, I get to work tying the rest of her up. I’m strategic in how I want her positioned, using the rope to hold her in place. It wraps around her waist multiple times before dipping between her legs.
“Rowan!” Everly yelps.
I ignore her as I wrap one thigh several times, then the other.
Once both are individually wrapped, I create a thick knot in the rope, carefully situating it between her thighs to force a gap between them yet keeping them close together.
The extra rope comes back around to do another three loops around her waist. By the time I’m done, Everly’s starting to freak out.
She pulls at the restraints around her wrists.
I stare at her ass that’s forced to stay jutting out in this position. Her lower back is stuck in a bowed position, and her arms are outstretched above her. She’s trapped.
“This isn’t comfortable, Rowan!”
“Yeah, princess, that’s kind of the point,” I tell her before slapping her ass. The resounding crack causes her to yelp. “You’re so fucking hot, Everly. I can’t wait to permanently brand every inch of you with my cum. But we have time now that you’re mine.”
“I’m not yours,” she protests as she tugs against the rope around her wrists. Under her breath she mutters, “You’re a psycho.”
I chuckle. “You haven’t seen psycho yet.”
Leaving her on the bed, I cross the room to the dresser.
On the right side is a small set of pliers, a hot plate, and a first-aid kit.
The pliers are picked up first. I use them to lift up the item sitting face down on the hot plate.
When I’ve got it secured, I grab the first-aid kit and head back to the bed.
Everly is glaring at the mattress, breathing heavily.
Her thighs are trying to press together, but there’s a thick knot between them that prevents the movement.
She won’t find any relief until I want her to.
I climb onto the bed and situate myself beside her.
“Keep your head down and hold very still,” I warn. “Got it?”
“Why?” Everly does the exact opposite of what I ask as she starts to lift her head to look at me. “What are you going to do?”
“Make you mine,” I explain simply. Reaching out with my free hand, I grab her wet bun and use it to force her head as far down as it will dip. My other hand grips the pliers tight as I bring them down.
Everly squirms anxiously. “How?—”
Her scream of agony is instant, sharp, and so fucking satisfying. It’s the sound of victory.
The hot metal seal, held between the prongs of the pliers, presses hard against the back of her neck.
I hold her and it still as she tries to fight the melting of her flesh.
Sweat breaks out along her body as she continues to scream.
Her cries are broken up by heavy sobs that shake her body.
Her feet kick and she tries to pull her wrist free from the headboard, but none of that stops me.
Precum surges up and spills from the tip of my cock. It soaks the front of my boxers as I take in the moment.
Mine . The word is repeated over and over again as the smell of burning flesh reaches my nostrils. I breathe it in, letting it fill my lungs. It smothers the itchy sting beneath my skin, a balm to the incessant ache that scratching never helps.
Just like with every item within The Collection before her, I’ve just inscribed my initials upon another magnificent piece.
The excitement that courses through my veins is so exhilarating I can’t breathe. The smell of burned flesh causes my cock to grow harder with desire. I need more than simply to brand Everly as mine. I need to know there’s a piece of me inside her.
Another surge of precum surges forward.
Once I’m sure the mark has taken, so once it heals it’ll never fade, I pull the brand away. Instantly, her body sags and the screaming stops. The sobs don’t, though. I toss the pliers and seal onto the floor, done with them for now.
My eyes lock onto the ornate, scripted letters: R U
That’s hot as shit. My body trembles as I try to fight through the urge to fuck her. There’s one more thing I have to do before I can indulge myself. Reaching over, I grab the small white-and-red first-aid box and pop it open, pulling out antiseptic, cotton swabs, and bandages.
“Shh. There, there, princess,” I murmur as I begin to clean the wound. It wouldn’t do for it get infected. “You did so well. Now everyone will know who you belong to.”
Everly doesn’t respond except to cry. With her wrists and waist bound as they are, she can’t sink down and get comfortable. She’s trapped and at my mercy. But she sags forward against the bindings, her body still trembling from the shock.
“You were so brave,” I continue, speaking softly.
It’s not for her sake—it’s for mine. My throat keeps attempting to constrict as desire chokes me up.
The need to have her is becoming more intense than any compulsive itch I’ve ever endured.
But I have to focus on this and talking helps. “Just like I knew you would be.”
The minute the mark is cleaned and bandaged, I allow the need to consume me. I chuck off my boxers to let my dick spring free then climb up behind Everly.
“You did so, so fucking good, Everly. Because of that—” I growl as I grab her hips and I lean over her, allowing my body to mold around hers, “—I’m going to let you cum. When you’re done, you can thank me.”