Chapter 45
Marcus held my hand as we climbed the stairs and headed up to his room. I'd never been in here before, but the inside felt like him.
The walls were black, with large, old movie posters framed and hung all over. All of the furniture was a dark wood, including the massive four-poster bed in the middle. All of the blankets were the same black as the rest of the room.
Across from the bed was a TV set up and an old boxset with a VHS player hooked up to it.
"I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid," I said.
"It's best to watch old movies on," he said. "It makes it more authentic."
And that's when I spotted the giant shelves against the wall with the door, stacked to the brim with VHS tapes.
"Wow," I said, walking to the wall to examine them. "Are these all horror movies?"
He nodded. "I've been building the collection for quite some time."
"It's impressive."
"Do you want to watch one?" he asked.
"Yeah, something paranormal would be great." I wasn't really in the mood for realistic horror.
"I'll get it set up if you want to get in the bed."
I nodded, heading over and stepping up into the bed.
His salted caramel scent lingered on everything, only adding to the cozy warmth. It didn't take him long to pick a tape and turn everything on. That oddly specific static sound, which felt extremely nostalgic, tingled my ears as he turned on the old TV.
He finished putting it in and then came around the bed on the other side. We adjusted until we were comfortably cuddled, my head on his chest as we each looked at the screen. The movie was in black and white, only adding to its dramatic effect.
As we lay like that, I felt a lot of my anxiety slip away. Marcus made me feel safe. The whole pack did, in a way I'd never felt.
"When was this one filmed?" I asked.
"The 1940's. It's one of my favorites."
"I like it too."
We continued to watch, and for a little while, I thought I was comfortable enough to fall asleep.
Until there was a sudden crash and a flash of light from outside that had me almost crawling inside of Marcus' skin. My fingers dug into him so deeply that I had to be hurting him, my breathing turned stuttered.
"It's just a storm," he said, rubbing small circles around my back.
"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize," he said.
I felt like I did, though. After that, I couldn't relax. Even as I tried to watch the movie, I kept shifting around and felt my eyes dart to every dark corner, scared of what might be there.
"Eva, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," I said quickly.
"Don't lie to me," he said seriously. "I won't tolerate it."
I sighed loudly. "I'm just on edge still, but I think I'll get over it."
He rubbed his thumb down my cheek. "I have something that could help you relax."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Hold on." He let me go and rolled over, getting off the bed and going into one of his dresser drawers and rifling around.
When he came back, he had a long red rope in his hand. "What's this for?" I asked.
"Rope for Shabari," he said. "Have you ever done it?"
I shook my head, though I'd seen stuff about it when I was doing research, and I knew I marked it as interested in our contract.
"Don't get me wrong, a lot of times it's sexual and about intimacy, but it can also be comforting."
"It can?"
"Yeah. It's a mix of comforting pressure, the ability to let go, and trust in your partner, to name a few." He set the rope in my hand, as if passing off the decision. "If it's something you want to do, I'd love to show you."
I let my fingers run over the rope. It was softer than I expected, not the biting texture of normal rope. Almost as if it were made with cotton or something.
I passed the rope back. "I want to try."
He smiled. "Perfect. First, let's get rid of these," he said, gripping my t-shirt.
Marcus lifted the hem up and over my head, tossing it aside. He made quick work of everything else I had on until I was fully naked. I let him position me however he wanted, letting him adjust me to sitting on my knees facing him.
"This is a simple harness," he said, beginning to wrap the ropes around me. "Lift your arms a bit."
I did as he asked. He continued what he was doing, fully focused on tying me up.
The rope started around the tops of my tits and wrapped down to frame me.
He continued that way, going all the way down my middle, creating hugging ropes around my sides and a column of diamonds that ran down my center.
Marcus was so focused, his eyes having that same intensity they did when he was in the kitchen. Every knot was meticulously placed and tightened just enough to dig into my skin, but not so much that it was uncomfortable.
Each time he moved, he lightly brushed my skin. The teasing touch was enough to raise goosebumps along every inch of my skin.
He finished by tying it around the base of my back. "How does it feel?"
"Really nice." There was a certain comfort in being held in so many places like this. It's like my whole body relaxed, and I didn't even notice at first.
"Color?" he asked.
"Green."
"Good, want to keep going?"
"Yes, please."
He gripped my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. "Good girl."
I was thrown back onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows behind me. Marcus was quick to get on top of me, grabbing one of my hands and pulling it towards one of the bedposts. He tied my wrist with another rope and had me hooked to a metal loop I hadn't noticed was there.
He tilted over me to do the same, restricting both of my arms with ease.
"You look so perfect like this," he said.
A flush ran over my whole body. His hands started roaming me more sincerely. Teasing down my sides over the ropes. Whenever he pulled in one spot, the ropes would tighten everywhere else.
"You're so sexy, final girl," he said.
He started to palm my breasts, his fingers pulling at my nipples.
"More," I begged, wriggling against my restraints, but it was no use. I was tied solidly in place. His other hand continued to move along my skin. Every touch sending another tingle down my spine. Slick coated the insides of my thighs, begging to be touched.
"Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you need, when you need it."
His words only made it worse. The ropes bit into my skin as I pulled, but the pain actually felt nice. It kept me grounded, kind of like when Cameo and I did that knife play.
Marcus let his touch move down to my knees, pushing up over my thighs. He was so close. But as he inched nearer, he slowed, his touch turning feather-light. I squirmed, trying to force him closer to where I needed him, but with the restraints, I couldn't manage it.
"You're being so patient, so good for me."
The praise washed over me. I spread my legs more, the only thing I could do.
“You smell so fucking good."
Then he let me go, moving off the bed. The whine tore through me. My need was clawing, begging inside of me for release.
“Seems like you’re still thinking too much,” he said, beginning to dig around. He was out of my view, doing something I wasn’t aware of. “You need to be fully restrained.”
What I needed was for him to fuck me silly, but saying that aloud seemed like a good way to end up punished instead, so I kept the thought to myself.
My body jolted as a strap touched my thigh.
And then another. I wasn’t sure what he was doing.
His hand came up and gripped me, wrapping the strap around my leg and pulling it tight and up.
It bit into my skin, but not terribly. When tightened, they hooked on my thighs, pulling my legs towards the back of the bed, bending me so I was almost in half, but now I really couldn’t move at all.
I did my best to wiggle at all, but with the way I was being held, it was impossible.
Marcus stood at the bottom of the bed, assessing his work. Even his gaze felt hot.
“Perfect,” he said, climbing back near me.
His hands again teased my skin, running up my now exposed ass over my thighs.
“Marcus, please,” I finally begged, “I can’t take it anymore.” And it was true. I was hitting my limit.
“You’ve been so good for me,” he said.
That neither confirmed nor denied my plea, making more of that anxious pleasure build inside of me.
Until finally, without any warning, Marcus leaned over me, pressing his tongue to my clit. My entire body tensed with the feeling.
“Yes,” I bit out between stifled breaths.
My body tried to react, tried to lean in closer, but I was basically suspended, unable to do anything but take what he had to offer. And luckily, he offered a lot.
His large hands framed my slick centre, thumbs pulling me apart gently so he could gain better access. He made quick work of me, tongue circling my most sensitive part with ease.
Two fingers pressed into me without warning, sliding in easily with how wet I was. He fucked them in and out of me, curling at the end to hit the perfect spot inside of me.
“I-I-I’m gonna c-come,” I stuttered the words out.
There was this strange, out-of-control feeling I started to experience. Maybe from the waiting, maybe from the restraints, but I was blissed out in a way I couldn’t explain. As if I was floating above myself.
Marcus didn’t let up, and soon, I was squeezing around his fingers and tensing my entire body.
When I came down, my body fell limp against the restraints, panting as I came back into my body.
For a short while, time didn’t feel like it moved at all. Everything was stagnant as I came down from that intense high.
I hardly noticed, but by the time I checked back in, my restraints were gone, leaving only the comforting pressure of the harness around me. Marcus held me in his arms, his hand running over my hair soothingly.
My head cranked up so I could look at him. “Did I fall asleep?” I felt so relaxed and rested, it felt like I must have.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I think you just sank into subspace.”
I crinkled my brow. “What’s that?”