Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Peach
Cravin’ - Stiletto, Kendyle Paige
" I can't breathe," I rasp.
My knees hurt from kneeling on the wooden floor in his living room, and on top of feeling like it’s been forever, I’m scared Achilles is going to walk in at any time.
Wren showered, fed me breakfast, and barely talked to me the whole time until he asked me to kneel in my underwear, keep my hands behind my back, and be quiet.
I’m struggling with the last part. Especially now that he’s put a thin leather choker around me. He attached my Hera pendant to it, and the lotus flower now falls in the hollow of my throat.
No more hiding who you belong to, Trouble.
He circles me slowly, stopping behind me. I feel one of his fingers on the back of my neck, and he pulls until the choker becomes the rightful owner of its name.
“See, now you can’t breathe.”
Instinctively, I bring my hands to my throat, trying to pull it away from my trachea.
“Hands behind your back. Now.”
I’m quick to put them back, hoping obeying will make him stop. And it does. I take a gulp of air as he steps back in front of me.
“Most of your fears are just your stubbornness fighting me. But you know deep down that you’re safe with me, Penelope. All you need to do is let go. Can you do that for me?”
I eye the door, then him again. He reads my mind and answers so I don’t have to break the rules again.
“Achilles is busy today.” He squats in front of me, gripping my chin and forcing me to look into his eyes. “But even if he comes back early and walks in on you like this, you won’t move. I’m the one in control. I own you, I own your body, and it’s up to me whether anyone else sees it or not. Do you understand?”
I nod, and he kisses my lips before letting go. I don’t know if it’s his words, his power, or his deep voice that makes my insides shake, but I’m embarrassed by how wet I am already.
“Good.”
His fingers delicately trace my collarbones, and he pushes my bra straps to the side. Slowly, he pulls the cups down to reveal my hardened nipples, and I tremble when he rubs them with both thumbs. Goosebumps break all over my skin, and my lungs wheeze as I exhale.
“I was thinking,” he murmurs. “We could go on a walk in the forest today.”
He talks like we’re at the breakfast table planning our day, but his fingers are unrelenting, and I can’t focus on anything as electricity keeps zapping to my core.
“We could take our new puppy with us.”
He pinches one, then the other, and I gasp, squirming on the spot.
“And then maybe some lunch at the Acropolis, or we could go off campus.”
“God, Wren,” I whimper.
“Stay quiet.” His strict voice is a stark contrast to the soft way he’s talking about our day.
I bite my lower lip, throwing my head back, and his hands are on my waist. He pulls me up until I’m not resting on my upturned feet anymore.
I only understand why when his mouth unleashes on one of my nipples. He wanted to make me more accessible. He switches, and I’m moaning loudly, my hips shifting back and forth as I curve into him.
“I’m going to give you something to wear. It’ll be difficult, but I want you to remember this is a punishment.” He’s talking against my skin, and the mix of his spit and his breath heightens the sensations. “Then we’ll go on our walk, and until your punishment is over, you’re only allowed to talk to beg me to fuck you. Clear?”
I nod, and that’s enough for him. He stands and points a finger at me.
“Stay.”
He leaves the room, and my knees are aching by the time he comes back. This isn’t a comfortable position to stay in. Coming to a stop in front of me, he puts his foot between my knees, just past them.
“Sit.”
I could kill him. I’m not his dog. But fuck, I’m so horny I might as well be, because I lower myself faster than I can think. My pussy lands right on his leather shoe, and I’m close to losing my mind.
“Atta girl, straighten your spine. Show me those beautiful tits, Trouble.”
The second I do, he shows me what he’s holding.
“Wren…”
“Shh. They’re going on whether you want it or not. Stay still.”
He lowers himself again, and this time, he’s got two nipple clamps linked by a chain. My worried eyes are stuck on my nipples. He plays with them once more, making sure they’re harder than before, and then he clamps them. One after the other.
Okay…I can survive that. It’s not that bad?—
“Fuck!” I scream as pain shoots through my right nipple. His fingers are on the little wheel, and he’s slowly tightening the clamp. “Stop…stop…stop.”
He does, but only to do the same with the other one. My eyes are scrunched tight by the time he’s done, and I’m panting from the pain.
“You’re taking your punishment really well, Penelope baby. Keep being a good girl for me.”
The words somehow soothe the ache, and when his thumbs come to caress my clamped nipples, pleasure shoots all the way down past my stomach.
My mouth parts, and I look at him again.
“Beautiful,” he rasps as he brings his thumb to my lips, pushing until he’s resting it on my tongue. “Fucking gorgeous.”
He’s rock hard, I can see it through his jeans, and knowing that he finds me sexy like this doubles my need for him.
Pressing on my tongue, he switches his thumb for two fingers, pushing farther into my mouth this time, as if he’s about to fuck my throat. They turn into three, and I’m drooling all over myself, wanting more of him, desperate for anything he has to give.
I move my head, sucking his fingers like it’s his dick, and before I know it, I’m moving my hips and rubbing myself against his shoe.
“Fuck, Peach.” I look up at him, his jaw slack from surprise or pleasure, I don’t know. “Look at you. You’re everything I’ve ever needed.”
That spurs me on, and when he pulls his fingers out to press on the back of my head, I end up with my face against his jeans. I’m insatiable as he keeps me against him.
“I want you,” I moan. “I want your cock in my mouth.”
He tuts, pressing harder. “Good girls ask politely.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I want to taste you. I want to feel you.”
He pulls away, staring down at me like I’m the most precious jewel in the world.
Smiling, he says, “Three weeks ago, you were in this exact position, telling me you didn't want me. Look at you now. Who would have thought I could make such a compliant little slut out of you in such a short time.”
My world comes crashing down when he steps away, leaving me empty and needier than ever. His words don't mean a thing when I feel like I'm on the edge of losing myself from desire.
“Now go get dressed. We still have our walk. And don’t you dare take those clamps off.”
I'm in a pair of leggings and Wren's large lacrosse sweatshirt that falls mid-thigh. Should I be freezing? Absolutely. This isn’t nearly enough layers for the fall season here. Am I freezing? No. I'm hot, waves of desires coursing through me as Wren holds my hand while he walks us through the forest. It's barely a hike, but we're deep in the middle of the woods, and the fact that I'm so turned on is making me feel like I ran a marathon. Little Sausage is running ahead, grabbing sticks that are three times her size.
"Wren," I groan for the tenth time. "Please… I can't do this anymore."
"Do they hurt?" he asks softly. "Are you desperate to take them off?"
I stop, forcing him to stop too, and when he turns back to me, I slam my lips against his. "I'm desperate for you ," I pant. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you. I need to come. Please, I got the lesson. Stop torturing me."
One second, his hands are on my ass, and the next, he's lifting me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
"What lesson?" he growls against my mouth.
I'm pushed against a giant tree trunk, and I can hardly formulate a sentence when he starts kissing my neck, all the way down to my shoulder.
"That I'm not allowed to go to the temple. Th-that if you tell me to stay somewhere— fuck— I'll stay."
Lowering my leggings as far as they can go, he does the same to his jeans, and then his dick is against my entrance. He stays there, barely in, driving me completely insane with one hand holding me by my ass, and one pulling the sweatshirt above my boobs.
"Why did you go there yesterday? Do you just love challenging everything I say? A sucker for punishment, maybe?"
My brain can barely function anymore, but I know I can’t say anything about Hermes. So, I nod.
"I don’t like being told what to do, and I wanted to see why you didn’t want me to go there." The lie is bitter, but it’s impossible to admit the truth. Hermes would make me pay.
I whimper as he starts undoing the clamps, the pain unbearable as blood flows back to my nipples, but for every turn of each wheel, he sinks a little deeper, and I'm seeing stars by the time I'm full of him.
"Do you understand now what happens when you don’t listen? I will always protect you, no matter what you do. You put yourself in trouble, I will always pick up the pieces. But do not disobey me."
He throws the clamps on the ground and rubs one nipple, then the other. They're throbbing, and I try to roll my hips to feel friction.
"You, my pretty girl," he rasps as he starts slowly moving deep inside me, "keep me on the edge of sanity. And I'm a sucker for it."
He doesn't thrust harshly. It’s languid, deep, stealing my breath away every time he shifts in the slightest, and the range of emotions barreling through me is messing with my head.
"Shit," I say through the passion swelling in my throat. "I love you."
He hits a little harder. "Do you love me or the way I fuck you?"
" You , Wren. I love you and everything you make me feel inside."
He holds me closer to him.
"It's overwhelming," I gasp. "I'm bursting with it."
His hand leaves my boobs to press on my mound.
"Fuck, no, no, no…" I cry out as the world around us disappears.
He pulls out farther, rubbing against my G-spot every time he slides back in.
"Don't make me squirt," I squeak. "It’s embarrassing."
"Oh, but you're going to do exactly that for me, Trouble. And it’s not embarrassing. It’s fucking beautiful."
I squeeze with everything I have, but all it does is make me feel more of him, more of the delicious torture.
"We're outside," I pant. "We…we…"
"I'll take you straight back home. I'll shower you. I'll fucking lick all of you the second we're done, if that's what you want. Now, let go ."
I come so hard, I feel like I'm blacking out. Being in his arms is so safe, I can't even feel anything else but his overpowering need for me as he makes me squirt all over him. He comes at the same time, his fevered body trembling from the pleasure.
I don't know where I am anymore. I'm blinking and he's out of me, still holding me close.
"I love you," he says. "I love you so much, I fear I might die if I ever lose you."
I smile against his neck as he pulls my leggings back up. They're damp, and my cheeks flush.
"Let's go home," I mumble. " Together . That way, you don't die."
We're on our way out of the forest when both our phones chime. Recognizing the Hermes sound, I look up in a panic toward Wren. I did everything I was told yesterday. Surely, they can't be exposing me. Right?
Wren's face falls as he opens the app, and my heart falls with it.
"Fuck," he murmurs.
"What? What is it?"
"Paul and Miles," he says as he runs a hand across his face. "It looks like I left the bodies on campus. Again. "