Chapter 36 - Briella
Briella
“THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH MY THINGS.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Through Hell”
“Sit in the Shadows”
“Irreplaceable”
“What are you doing, Seth?!”
I thought he was taking me to his cabin until he went around the backside. Now, I’m bent over his woodpile. Tied up. Naked. My ass up. Crisp air drifts across my skin, and the smell of cedar and oak fills my senses.
He touches me, his strong, warm hand palming my pussy. “A little light discipline, Briella. Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ll make it good for you. Ahh, what a sweet, darling slut you are, getting wet for me.”
Oh, God. I strain with the ropes, but they don’t give an inch. My breasts are plumped against the wood, and my nipples stand erect from the cool air.
“You think I’m just the nice guy, Briella Darling…” he muses while gripping my hair, coiling it around his fist before giving it a sharp yank. I swallow hard as he breathes along my cheek, lips rubbing the skin. “Tonight I’m showing you what a bad boy I am.” His smile is wolfish. “Nice and slow.”
I shiver when he strokes my ass. The next thing I feel is something brushing down the curvature of my spine. Gentle but coarse and firm at the same time.
“Feel this rope, Briella Darling? It’s soft but firm and stubborn. Just like you.”
He thwacks my pussy with it, and I lurch, my breasts bouncing from the sudden action. “Mmm…” The moan leaves my throat as he dips the rope between my folds, wetting it with my fluids.
He pauses, and cool air hits me. I take deep breaths.
Hearing the clanking of tools and then the soft ruffle of fabric, I swing my head to each side, not able to turn to see what he’s doing.
But his plaid shirt lies on the ground beside me.
Seth meanders around the woodpile, showing his harvest of muscles and sporting a tool belt stuffed with supplies.
What’s more impressive is the other muscle throbbing behind his jeans.
He flexes for me, tilting his head and staring down with a wicked gleam in his eye.
“Like my tool belt, Darling? I’m going to introduce you to every one of my tools.
Hmm…like these.” He pulls out a pair of thin pliers and traces his finger across the length.
“Nifty little thing. Good for twisting, tightening, or pinching.”
I choke on a breath.
“And gripping,” he adds while inching it toward me, toward my breasts.
“Seth!” I gasp as he takes one nipple between the pliers in a tender pinch.
He knows just how much pressure to use, and my bud grows harder for him.
He repeats the action with my other nipple, then plucks each one.
Heat ignites in my core. The nipple play seems to go on forever, and they’re so sensitive, my clit is desperate for friction.
But I can’t seem to grind against the wood enough.
“Careful, Darling,” he says with a knowing smirk. “You keep squirming like that, you’ll get splinters. And I really don’t want my woman’s pussy getting that kind of wood in her.”
“Oh, gawwwd,” I groan, rolling my eyes.
He tightens the pliers, and I shriek. “What was that now, Briella Darling?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“Good girl. And now…” He pulls the pliers off, puts them away, and takes out a screwdriver.
“It’s not as big as my cock, but let’s see you be a good girl and suck on it for me.
Then, we’ll move on to the hammer handle.
And then…my axe.” Seth smirks to one side and touches the screwdriver handle to my lips. “Open, Darling. That’s my girl.”
I work hard to conceal my grin because if he picks up any of his axes, he’ll learn what I did earlier. I bob up and down, wetting the handle and taking it deeper.
“Look at you,” he remarks with approval, and I hate how it warms my insides and drives more wetness to my center. “So beautiful taking my tools. Let’s see what else you can take.”
It appears…Jude has the tongue, Vincent has the tats, Rory has the toys, and Seth…has the tools.
Next, the lumberjack plunges the hammer handle into my mouth. My body thrums, needing more. Seth leans in, narrows his eyes, and moves the handle deeper. I choke, gagging, but he doesn’t pull back. Not an inch.
For a second, I get a glimpse of the devil in his eyes.
Like he hides that devil behind a comical and casual mask, but Seth is just as rotten to the core.
He gets off on the violence, on the pain.
I should know. While Rory did the beating to unleash his violence, I should remember Seth was the one who brought the axe down on Joah, chopping him, cutting off pieces, before Raphael finalized the killing blow.
Just like Seth had no qualms about assaulting me in the cavern.
He was eager for it. Somehow, his comical, casual nature makes it worse.
But tonight? He’s showing me something deeper, something darker.
Not crazy like Rory. Not tortured like Vincent.
Not calculated like Jude. Not commanding like Raphael.
Seth is showing me his intensity. He’s obsessive, relentless, and ruthless. When push comes to shove, if anyone were to threaten his Kin, Seth may just be the worst of them all. Now, I’m a part of that Kin.
After I start to gag more and my vision blurs from lack of air, Seth finally retrieves the hammer handle, then shoves it into his belt.
Tapping the wood, watching me with that possessive, savage gleam in his eye and all his muscles bulging, he moves to one of the nearby chomping stumps.
The axe is stuck blade-down in the weathered, scarred stump at the end of the woodpile.
I strain my neck, keeping my gaze fixed on him.
My insides overheat with eagerness, amusement, and pride.
The moment Seth grips the handle and tugs, the blade goes flying! It hits the side of the butcher shed. Laughter spurts from my mouth as Seth guffaws, eyes wide, before he turns to me and growls low.
“The fuck did you do?” he demands.
I bite my tongue, trying to stem my giggles, but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m in the worst position, the most vulnerable position, but I still can’t stifle my laughter.
Chucking the bladeless handle, Seth sneers and grabs the next axe…hanging from a sling at the end of the nearby fence. This time, the wooden handle splits right down the middle. I spit laughter again.
With his muscles bulging and a vein in his neck throbbing with frustration, he tries every axe on the hooks driven into the side of his woodshed. They all meet with the same fate.
Finally, Seth advances toward me with violence brewing in his eyes. I shudder when he grips my hair, yanking my head back. “You think this is funny?”
Breathy laughter leaves my nostrils, and I nod. “You didn’t really think I’d forgive and forget because you’re oh-so-sweet, did you, Seth?”
“Do you know how long it’s going to take me to repair all this shit?” He glares, stabbing his face close to mine, hot breath hovering above my mouth.
I shrug and smile sweetly. “Maybe, by then, I’ll forgive you.”
The next thing I know, Seth pulls out a roll of duct tape from his tool belt. “No man’s belt is complete without it.” He winks.
My eyes go wide right before he picks up one of the fallen blades…and the handle, and makes his way around me. An icy, metallic sensation hits my pussy, and I realize he’s rubbing the face of the axe blade along my labia. Then, he trains the barest, keenest tip to my clitoris.
“Fuckfuckfuck!” I cry. But when he dips the wooden handle into my lips, collecting my fluids, and rimming my hole, I moan. The combination of the warm wood and the cold, cruel blade surges more heat through me. Deadly teasing. Dominant and deadly.
His warm mouth rubs along my spine until he licks at my sensitive ass, tracing the inflamed chains of the brand while he still works my clit with that blade.
The pressure coils inside me, nearly to the breaking point. I arch my back, thrusting out my hips, wanting more, needing more. But Seth pulls away.
Rising but planting his hot chest against my back, Seth murmurs in my ear, deep and silky, “Prepare for your light discipline, Briella. By the barest definition of the word.”
For the next hour, he edges me, alternating between tools.
He torments my clit with the coarse rope, the axe and hammer blades and handles, the screwdriver, and even the utility knife.
For an hour, I’m writhing and gasping and moaning, trying to claim my pleasure, but he pinches my clit anytime I get close. So close so many times.
At one point, he even made a fire. The heat blended with the cold autumn wind has sent me into sensory overdrive. I’ve even felt a few embers crackle against my ass. Harmless. They only caused a light sting.
When I’m screeching, Seth finally croons low in my ear. “Are you ready to beg, Briella Darling?”
I was ready thirty minutes ago! “Yes, please, please, Seth, just let me come!” My limbs shudder. I have no strength left.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
He rubs the cool screwdriver tip against my clit, working it back and forth. I choke on a breath. Tears stream down my eyes, and I say with the most contrition possible, “I’m sorry you’re such an asshole. But…I won’t do it again.”
“This will teach you to mess with my things.” He jabs the axe handle in a little deeper, and I gulp at the pressure against my hole, but I know he won’t go too far. He won’t test my opening, which is still swollen and healing.
At once, the tools thud onto the ground. The next thing I feel is Seth untying me. I don’t understand, but I’m too weak to protest. Too worn out to do anything but surrender as he sweeps me into his arms and carries me closer to the fire.
He sits on a wooden chair, opens my pubic lips, and begins to rub my clit with his thumb. His teeth attack the side of my neck. It’s so sudden, so overwhelming, and intense with the firelight glowing on my body, heating me even more. I feel his cock throbbing against my lower back.
“Feel that, Briella Darling? Yeah, we put you through hell. But know we went through hell, too.”
Tingles break out all over, and a chill skates up my spine despite the firelight casting shadows and warmth along my skin.
“But feel how much we want to give you a throne. I’ll build it with my bare hands if I must, my Queen.
Just say the word.” He rubs his mouth along my neck.
“But only you can take the throne. Until then, I’ll be here in the darkness with you.
Won’t leave you until you’re ready to walk through the fire and rise and shine. ”
“Seth…” I whisper, then gasp when his other hand reaches up to knead my breast. Never thought he could talk like that.
“I’m not all poetic like Jude. But take it for what it is.” His voice drops to a husky low. “You’re a goddamn diamond, Darling. You’re irreplaceable. Fucking need you with every bone in my body. Even when you mess with all my axes.”
With his thumb trained on my clit, with his two fingers sinking into my drenched opening, where my inner muscles suck the tips inside, and his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples, I clamp down.
Waves upon waves of fire and ice crash over me, stealing me from the earth as the orgasm hits me from all sides, tearing through me.
Seth tightens his grip on one breast but keeps rubbing my distended clit through it all, curving his fingers inside… just…an…inch…more.
“Oh, god!” I cry as he stimulates that inner knot, pressing down on it and forcing another climax to wash over me. My breasts bounce with the force as I surrender to the orgasm, moans intensifying, body shuddering, and pussy combusting until I’m gushing all over his hand.
He curves his fingers again, driving me to the peak again. “Give me one more, Briella Darling.” He licks the space between my earlobe and my neck, tantalizing me.
But I have nothing left!
And still, somehow, he presses down, rubbing inside and rubbing my swollen clit, circling and swiping it back and forth until I explode.
I spiral with stars of pure bliss shooting behind my eyes.
I scream from the pleasure spasming through my core and liquefying all my bones.
The orgasm goes on and on. It feels like every shade of warm color splits through me. And like a damn fire hose, I explode.
“Fuck, Darling!” Seth exclaims as I squirt all over his hand, soaking every inch.
I’ve never…it’s never happened before. I slump back against him. Sweat clings to my skin. Tears wet my cheeks. Dizziness swirls my vision. The last thing I remember is Seth picking me up, dousing the fire with dirt, and carrying me to his cabin.
Everything goes black before he opens the door.