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THEON
TWO MONTHS LATER
Ainsley’s face was moulded into my favourite expression, her body straining against the ropes that bound her hands and legs together as I rammed into her ass.
My fingers were on her clit, rubbing fast, pleasure pooling in my core, my stomach tightening. Her back was on the bed, her right wrist tied to her right ankle and the left wrist tied to her left ankle. She was spread wide for me, unable to do anything but beg and cry as I fucked her ass.
This was the fifth time. The first time had been the night we moved into this apartment. She had refused to let me touch her, saying I wouldn’t fit inside, and that I would probably injure her. But I had promised to fuck her ass, and I loved keeping my promises, especially ones that I made to her.
However, she knew it was inevitable and eventually gave in. She had been on her knees, strung to the headboard that I had specially designed for her sake—something to bind her to when I felt like it. It was made for sex, and I would spend years ruining her on this bed. And in this house.
“Hell, I’m coming again,” she cried, her voice affecting me like it normally did. It was one of the numerous things I could never get used to. “Don’t stop...please, don’t stop.”
With my fingers still on her clit, I pinched her nipple with the other hand. They were peaked, hard and pink from my relentless tugging and sucking. Her tits bore my handprints, and my neck was bruised with hickeys from when we started fucking, before she demanded to be restrained.
This woman was my fucking ruin.
She bucked, her body shaking violently as she came with a cry, voice breaking. I slid my hand to her neck and gripped, slamming into her as her ass clenched tight around me. My name was a repeated music on her lips, and I came to the addicting sound of it. The blinding orgasm tore through my skin and sank into my bones, racing up my spine in a speed that rivalled light, threatening to rip my soul out of my body.
Cum spilled out of my cock and into her ass where it belonged, and I was completely lost for several seconds, scrambling to get my head back together.
Pulling out of her tight hole, I watched as it breathed out my essence, so I fingered it back into her. She whimpered, too exhausted to move or protest. I got off the bed and unbuckled the leather cuffs binding her hands and legs, massaging them a little before tossing the cuffs aside.
“How do you feel?” I asked, staring down at her sprawled form and the silver locket around her neck.
“I’m never trying out that position again. You’re going to break my bones before I turn forty.”
“You were so eager to try it out,” I reminded her, chuckling as I walked to the bathroom.
“Yeah, and I’m never doing it again.”
On some nights, she’d give me the cuffs, toys and sometimes leather whip, then she’d tell me to punish her with them. Those nights were my favourite, she didn’t know how much I enjoyed torturing her. Most times, I let her pick positions to try out because I knew she googled them. She loved being restrained, and not just getting tied to the headboard, no. Full body restraint.
That had confirmed the fact that she belonged to me, because as much as I liked making her stay still while she moaned my name with different sounds, she loved giving up her control as well.
I walked into the massive bathroom, my footsteps echoing off the tiles, and made my way to the oversized bathtub. The place was ridiculously too big for just the two of us but she loved it. After years of being trapped in smaller, suffocating spaces, which had been my fault, this was her sanctuary. Finally, she had room to breathe. Room to walk around freely, nearly naked, if she wanted to. And she often did, which I loved.
We’d moved out of South Highland the first week of November. It was easy leaving behind everything, because there was nothing left for us there anymore. She started her new job a week and some days later, throwing herself into it with that same determination she had for everything she cared about. It consumed most of her time, but I knew how much she loved it. And we made it work. On the days she wasn’t buried under deadlines or meetings, we found ways to make up for the lost time. We had our moments—long nights spent tangled in each other’s sweats and pleasure, and lazy mornings wrapped in sheets, just her and me against everything else.
I’d been busy too, expanding my tech influence—taking on more contracts, building systems, diving deeper into cybersecurity. It kept me occupied, but I never let it take me too far from her. I couldn’t afford that.
But what I was most grateful for was that her mind had barely drifted back to that Halloween night. And if it did, it didn’t seem to haunt her the way I had feared it would. The fear of what being kidnapped twice might do to her had kept me up at night. I knew trauma. The way it could dig in, fester, and break a person from the inside out. But she was stronger than that—stronger than I could’ve ever imagined.
That night, the rage had consumed me in ways I couldn’t control. I went back to the place, and set a fire underneath him. I’d let the flames lick his skin for hours, scorching him slowly, torturously. His blood seeped into the fire, hissing and bubbling, the smell thick in the air.
He screamed. God, did he scream. But I didn’t look away. Not once. I’d wanted to witness every second of his agony as his flesh peeled away, charred and blackened, revealing the raw, cracked skin beneath. When the fire finally took over, burning through his muscle and down to bone, his screams died out, replaced by the crackling of his body collapsing in on itself. His skin had turned to ash, his bones brittle and scorched, reduced to a twisted, unrecognisable mass of blackened remains.
I stayed there until nothing was left but charred fragments, watching until the fire devoured him completely. There wasn’t a trace of him left.That was the hell I’d promised to put him through.
Soft hand glided up my back as I turned off the water, ready for us to dive into it. I looked back to see Ainsley’s tired eyes, her pierced ample tits that were almost red from my slapping, and the locket resting in the middle of them.
She had never looked more perfect.
I got inside the tub and pulled her inside with me, sitting with her in between my legs, back resting on my chest. She breathed out deeply, getting comfortable inside the warm water. I played with her brown wavy hair that had grown a few inches down, the colour matching her eyes.
Quiet moments in the bathtub was one of the things I enjoyed. Somehow, it became our routine. I had fucked her in every corner and against every wall in this house, and most times, we’d stay in the warmth of this bath afterwards, just breathing each other in, and learning new things about each other. She would talk about her day at work, and I would talk about my life before and after I met her. Something about it was intimate, and it quickly became one of my favourite things to look forward to.
“Stop sexting me at work,” she whispered.
“No.” I loved the way she always tried to look unaffected when I did. Of course, I was yet to get rid of the habit of watching her through cameras.
After a while, she said, “Katy is getting married in a few weeks. You’re coming. She invited you.”
I sighed. We’d talked about this before, and she must have told Katy to invite me herself after I made an excuse and said I’d be busy that day. It wasn’t something I could escape anyway. As long as it made her happy. “Okay.”
It took a couple of minutes before she came up with another thing. “So, am I out of your system? The first time, you said you would fuck me like you’re trying to flush me out of your system,” she said in the quiet space.
“I was lying.”
“What?”
“There is no flushing you out of my system, Ainsley. Because you are the system itself. Without you, I’d be dead.”
She smiled, shifting closer against me, her body fitting perfectly. “Do you ever run out of words that make my heart feel like it’s going to explode?”
“Surprisingly, no.” The words came naturally, as effortless as breathing. Because it was how I saw her. She wasn’t just a part of my life; she was my life. The blood in my veins, the beat of my heart. Every thought, every decision I made, it all came back to her. Ainsley had weaved herself into me so deeply that without her, I’d be a hollow shell of the man. She was my obsession, my curse, and my ruin.
I pressed my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in, committing the moment to memory. It was unbelievable—how everything had changed, how she had shifted from the girl I wanted to destroy to the only thing in this world worth saving. All my life, I had been running—chasing her. And the second I wanted to trap her and make her life a living hell, I realised she was the one who had trapped me, and she had given me a beating heart.
My hand traced idle patterns on her chest, and when she looked up at me, her eyes reflected the kind of peace I was starting to feel.
She had torn through my life like a storm, and now that she was mine, I’d rip apart anyone who tried to take her from me.
I lowered my head, pressing my forehead against hers. “I love you, Ainsley. I didn’t think I was capable of it, but I do. I love you more than I thought was possible for someone like me.”
There was a beat of silence before she leaned up, kissing me softly, her lips brushing against mine in the most delicate, yet consuming way. When she pulled back, her breath was warm against my mouth as she whispered, “I love you, too, Theon. Always.”
I closed my eyes, sealing the moment in the darkness behind my lids. This was it—my always. I didn’t deserve her, but I wasn’t the kind of man who let go of what was his. And Ainsley? She was mine in every way that mattered. She always had been.
And she always would be.
The alarm in the room blared as it struck twelve a.m.
“Happy new year, baby,” I murmured in her ear.
“Happy new year,” she echoed.
THE END