Chapter 44
FORTY-FOUR
LANA
I watch and wait.
Watching as he comes to the realization of what I’m doing, what I’m giving him. And I wait to see what he’ll do next.
He opens the dresser and pulls out a tie before approaching the bed.
“Hands,” he grunts, and I cross my arms over one another before holding them out towards him.
He wraps the tie around my wrists intricately before securing them to the headboard.
I tug on them. It’s a tight hold, and it wouldn’t be impossible for me to get out of, but I figure this is his way of testing me.
He knows I’ll be able to free myself if I wanted to, he’s just going to push me further and further until I do.
Only, he seems to be forgetting something. He seems to have forgotten that I don’t do anything I don’t want to, and I wouldn’t be giving him complete control over me if this wasn’t what I wanted.
I want this. I want to submit to him; I want to let go and let him take over .
I need it, almost as much as he needs to feel that power over me that I feel every other time we’ve been together.
He climbs onto the bed and kneels between my legs, his eyes roaming over me with an appreciative glint. I fight off the need to talk, to tell him to do something or raise a questioning brow. This is his show, and I’m going to sit back and let him run it.
“You look so pretty like this, your mouth finally shut for once, waiting for instruction. Tied up and laid out just for me.” He trails a hand from my stomach and down to my hip before doing the same on the other side.
“But you know what would make this view even better?” he asks and grips my hips harder before flipping me over.
I land on my knees, my arms bent awkwardly, but not uncomfortably.
“You, bent over, unable to move, with your ass up in the air for me.” He pushes down on my back, making me arch and stick my ass out in the air for him.
His fingers trail down my spine before grabbing onto each of my cheeks and widening them.
He bends down and runs his tongue along my entrance, tasting my wetness and humming to himself.
I cry out, the noise muffled by the pillow.
“You always taste so. Damn. Good,” he murmurs against my skin, his hot breath making me shiver. He slides his tongue against me again, and I buck into him, needing more.
“Slow down, baby. I’m in control, remember?” he purrs and darts his tongue out again, teasing me with soft, slow strokes.
He continues this torture for what feels like forever. He drives me crazy, getting me right to the edge and pulling back. He whispers dirty words that he knows only wind me up more, but he doesn’t stop. He’s pushing me, trying to see how far I’ll let this go before I finally break.
Only, I’m stubborn. And I don’t back down so easily.
I endure the torture, letting him do whatever he wants to me.
By the fourth time he’s edged me, my teeth are gritted as I bury my head in the pillow, unwilling to let myself up for air in case I finally do snap, but before he can do it again, he pulls back and moves away from me.
I stay still and unmoving, waiting to see what he has lined up for me next.
I sneak a peek and find him climbing back onto the bed, something metallic glints in his hand, and it takes me a moment to realize what it is.
It’s one of my damn knives.
My favorite one, actually.
“What are you planning?” I ask when he resumes his position behind me.
He grins wickedly. “Well, I’m only doing to you what you’ve done to me. Fair is fair, baby.”
He brings the knife to my lower back, pausing to look at me, like he’s waiting for me to stop him, but he won’t find any objections from me. I find myself wanting him to mark me the way I’ve done him. I want his name carved into my skin the way mine is his. I want this connection between us.
“Do it. Brand me, Cole. Make me yours.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know I’ve fucked up.
He tsks. “Was that an order, little menace?” he asks and presses the blade down, cutting into me.
“N-no,” I rasp, loving the mixture of pleasure and pain that he’s eliciting .
“Didn’t think so,” he says darkly before focusing his attention on the blade. I stifle a whimper as he carves into me, clearly making a C shape before he drops the knife off the edge of the bed.
“Hmmm, perfect,” he purrs, sliding his hands all over my skin. “I can’t wait to see my full name written on your skin, but we can get to that next time. Right now, I want to see something.”
His fingers brush over the sensitive area he just cut into, no doubt gathering up the blood.
“See, I’ve always wondered something. Your cunt feels amazing every time we fuck… but how much better will it feel when it’s slick with your blood?” he asks, and I turn my head to look back at him.
His eyes meet mine, and there’s something different in them. It’s feral, possessive, and so damn hot it makes my breath hitch.
He swipes over the wound again, and I see how his fingers are covered in blood before he brings them to his hard cock, lathering the blood around his length, and he moans.
“You’re going to let me fuck you so good, little menace. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
You ruined me for anyone else months ago.
I don’t get a chance to say the words, because he thrusts his hips forward and slides into me without warning. I groan at the feel of him, loving the way he fills me to the hilt.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good when my cock is covered in your blood,” he murmurs before pulling back and thrusting back in with full force.
“So perfect, little menace. Fuck, I love being inside of you. ”
He continues with long, measured strokes as he rocks into me at a leisurely pace.
“You’re being so good, Lana. You’ve been taking my orders so well, doing as you’re told and submitting to me,” he murmurs and leans down, whispering into my ear as he keeps fucking me. “But you need more, don’t you? You need me to fuck you hard and fast. You need me to destroy you, don’t you?”
I whimper, needing exactly that and so much more.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll always give you what you need.”
He reaches forward, pulling on the tie that binds my wrists to the headboard, freeing them before his hand finds my neck and he grips it tightly, sitting back on his haunches and bringing me with him.
His hand is tight around my neck, but he doesn’t cut off the airflow. No matter how far he tries to take this, I know he’s not the type to be able to actually hurt me. It’s not who he is, and I admire that.
His free hand brushes the hair away from one side of my neck before he grips my hip and brings his mouth to my ear.
“You’re mine, little menace,” he whispers and picks up his pace, fucking me harder and hitting right where I need him to.
His hand tightens around my throat and his mouth descends on my neck. He licks his way up from where my neck meets my shoulder to my ear.
“I mean it. You’re mine, and if you try and run from me, I will chase you. No matter how far you go, or how long it takes for me to catch you, I will get you, Lana. And I will keep you.” He fucks me faster, the hand on my hip moving to my front, and pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
I moan, and his other hand flies from my throat to my mouth in an attempt to keep me quiet while he rocks into me, his pace hard and unrelenting.
It’s only then that I realize we’re in his family home, his mom, dad and sister somewhere in this house while he fucks me like a man possessed. He can muffle my cries and moans all he likes, but the headboard rocking against the wall is still going to be a dead giveaway of what we’re doing in here.
“I’m done giving you a choice and taking things slow, little menace. I’m keeping you.”
I feel myself moving closer and closer to the edge, ready to fall right off and drag him down into oblivion with me.
“That’s it,” he purrs. “Let me feel you come for me, baby. Let me feel this pussy squeeze tight around my cock before I fill you with my cum.”
I bite down on the skin of his palm as I try to quieten my scream, my whole body tensing as he pinches my clit again and sends me flying into an orgasm so intense my entire body seizes and my vision blurs. All the while, he keeps fucking me, groaning and grunting into my neck.
“You. Are. Mine,” he growls into my ear and shudders against me, his movements slowing until he’s barely moving, only twitching as he holds me against him.
Our breaths are the only sound in the room as we both come down from the high, him still inside of me while he bands his arm around my waist, keeping me tucked firmly against him.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, still breathless, and he chuckles into my hair before laying us both down, my back still to his front, his dick still inside of me even though he’s now soft.
His arms tighten, and he buries his head in my hair and… sniffs?
Did he seriously just fucking sniff me ?
“What are you doing?” I ask groggily, my eyes beginning to feel heavy and the warmth of his body against mine making me want to take a long-ass nap.
“I’m… savoring.”
I snort softly. “Savoring?”
“Mm hmm. I’m savoring the moment, little menace. It’s not often I get you so nice.”
I laugh—actually laugh—and move backwards a little, shuffling closer to him.
“Don’t get used to it,” I grunt, trying and failing to keep a cold tone.
“I meant what I said, Lana. You’re mine now. You won’t get away from me without a fight… and you know I can put up a good fight when I need to.”
That, I do know.
But I don’t want him to have to fight.
I want to keep this, to keep him. Only, things are never that simple, and we don’t always get what we want.
He’s mine, for the time being. But I’ll let him go when the time comes. I won’t have a choice in the matter. I just hope we have more time together before I have to make that move.