Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Lukas
I’ve got a whole bunch of pent-up energy surging through my body. It’s always a strange set of emotions seeing my family, and my mother’s cruelty toward Waverly made me unleash twenty years of repressed aggression. Honestly, I’m lighter with the burden and resentment off my chest. Now, I can focus on Waverly.
I’ve got a slice of cake in the fridge waiting for her and I have my room all set up. The plan is in place and the evening is all mapped out. Tonight, I will make her mine.
There’s a knock at the door and I barely get it open before she’s jumping into my arms. No one has ever been as eager to see me.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, squeezing me tight.
I place her back on the ground and kiss her forehead. “I missed you too.” I didn’t realize how much until I saw her at the church.
I help her with her long-ass parka coat, which I’m glad she brought because her outfit underneath is not suited for cold weather.
She smiles slyly, almost a smirk that can’t commit to being sinister. “I have to say, your choice in clothing is kinda basic.” She motions up and down her body. “A little too much on the nose, wouldn’t you say.”
“I would say it’s bad manners to criticize.”
She shrugs. “I’m not criticizing, I’m observing. Maybe a tiny bit of criticism. I mean, the schoolgirl thing is obvious: me the student, you the teacher.”
“I’m going with classic; safe and familiar, not basic.” I cross my arms, watching her. Her white shirt is nearly paper thin—not completely see through but it does nothing to hide what she’s wearing underneath. The red plaid short skirt barely covers her ass. But the stockings she added —black and sheer, with a thick leather band across her thighs—send me over the edge.
“Sounds like the very definition of basic to me,” she mumbles under her breath. She’s teasing me because she’s nervous and she’s trying to make both of us comfortable, but that’s not her job right now.
I grab her wrist and pull her toward me. My free hand whacks her on the ass. She yelps, then whispers a contrite apology, her eyes watering from the shock and sting. Wrapping both arms around her, I whisper, “Love, I need you in the right headspace. You understand once we step into my bedroom, you will be mine in every possible way.”
She nods into my chest. “I’m sorry.” She squirms a little and lifts her chin. “I want to make you happy.”
Of course she does. I weave my fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair, wrapping it loosely around my fist as my other hand clamps firmly on her ass. “You do. I love your humor, the way your brain works, how you take care of me without even realizing it. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time, love.” She lights up in my arms, her smile is intoxicating. “What color are you?”
“Green. Bright green. The greenest green that has ever greened.”
She’s making me laugh before I do dark and dirty things to her. Waverly satisfies every need I have.
I let her walk in first and give her a second to take in the room, but I place my hand lightly on her lower back. A little reminder she’s not alone. She notices the hook on the ceiling right away. “Oh.” There’s an edge of uncertainty in her tone as she looks around the space, wide eyed. Her body stiffens and I see the anxiety in her eyes.
“You still green?” I lean against the doorframe, giving her the space she needs.
She bites her lip and touches the cuffs on the dresser. “Still green, merely taking it all in.”
There are a few toys laid out, a couple of vibrators, a paddle, blind folds, and an assortment of lubes. Her eyes fall on the silver butt plug, and she swallows.
“Tell me the instant you stop being green, right?” I remind her, “We can’t do this without trust and communication”
“Yes, sir.” She whispers.
“Give me your hands.” She presents them to me and I feel the change in both of us the second I secure the cuffs around her delicate wrists. These have a long chain between them that hits the floor with a thud. She jumps and her breasts bounce, then she gulps a little and as her attention shifts from the floor to me. I take the chain and link it into the hook in the center of the space between my bed and the dresser. She watches herself in the mirror. Her hands are above her head, the stretch would be uncomfortable for her if she wasn’t wearing heels. I might have her take those off later, but for now I want her to feel more in control.
“Spread your legs.” When she does as she’s told, I drop to the floor and strap the metal bar at her ankles. This makes her drop a little, the chain remaining loose, not completely uncomfortable, but it’s getting there.
Her skirt creeps up her waist, her beautiful ass peeking out. The shirt is tighter at her chest. Her nipples poke through the fabric. My hands travel across her skin, appraising the tension, discerning where she’s tight and taking on more stress. At the moment, she seems fine, so I continue to circle her as she turns her head to watch me.
I stand behind her, my breath on her neck, and she shivers. My fingers slide under the skirt and into her slick folds as I lean forward, whispering in her ear, “You’re already wet and we’ve barely started.”
She moans. “I really missed you.”
“Flattery won’t help you now,” I remind her and smack her on her ass, once, twice, and one more time, alternating cheeks.
Her body rocks forward, but she can’t escape, either. She’s now very aware this is a different game from what we’ve been playing. I lift the front of her skirt, revealing the cross hatching of the leather harness. There’s a vibrator on the dresser, one that slides into her pussy but is curved and will work the sensitive outer skin. I don’t bother to explain it as I slip half inside her and the other presses against her clit.
Her breathing changes instantly when I turn it on, the steady and quiet motor roaring to life. I watch her squirm and moan, throwing back her head, as I sit on the edge of my bed and adjust the power on my phone. Her cheeks flush as she tries to move, but the bar and the cuffs are restricting her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, and I flip it to its middle setting causing her to jump and twitch.
“Are you going to come for me?” I flip it to the highest setting.
“I’m so close.” She whimpers and moans as her breathing changes and her cries deepen. I shut it off completely and she glares at me, confused and a little angry. “Why?”
“Because I’m controlling all of this. I will tell you when I want you to come.”
I leave the bed and step before her. Securing the front of the skirt into the harness, I expose her. “God, look how wet you are.”
Her pussy glistens in the light. I position her in front of the mirror, and in two steps, I’m behind her, pressing my raging cock against her ass. She moans as I slide two fingers into her soaking entrance. The vibrator is filling her already, and my fingers are making it tight. She cries as I remove my coated fingers, and I wrap my other arm around her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Her nipples are fully erect and rub painfully against her fabric.
I bring my two fingers to my month and lick all her juices clean. Her eyes follow every movement as I return my fingers back inside of her. “You want a taste, don’t you?”
She nods, and when I offer them, she wraps her lips around my fingers, moaning with each slide of her tongue. “You like the way I make you taste, don’t you?”
Dropping my hand from her lips to her breasts, I massage them both, tweaking her nipples until she cries out, “Yes.”
“You’re my good little slut, aren’t you.” The word throws her, but not as much as when I rip open the front of her shirt, sending buttons scattering in every direction.
She squeaks her confusion, but I ignore it, ripping the shirt at the seams and letting it fall to the ground. The action is violent, and there’s flickers of fear in her eyes, but it quickly fades as I start kissing her exposed neck and shoulders.
Small red marks form where the shirt was ripped and extra pressure was placed on her skin. Her breasts are completely exposed, her nipples are dark red buds, and her harness hangs loosely around her chest. I tighten the straps, moving the latch from the first hole to the third. She gasps as it tightens, constricting her breathing, then relaxes into the change and a small smile appears on her lips. Being tied up without the rope and knots is perfect for a novice like her.
My hands snake up her arms toward the chain and unhook her. I bring them down slowly, letting the blood flow back, and hold her, rocking her back and forth. “Still basic?”
“No, sir.” She lets out a happy little moan as she sinks into my chest.
I kiss her neck and my teeth graze her ears. “Now get on your knees so I can fuck your pretty, little mouth.”
Again, the harsh tone makes her jump. “Green?” I whisper.
“Green,” she says, dropping to her knees.
Waverly’s shaking hands struggle with my zipper and belt. I help her, releasing my cock. She wastes no time licking me from the base to the tip and she moans, taking me in her mouth. Both my hands weave through her hair, guiding her along for the speed and force I want.
“Goddamn it, love, you’re so fucking good at this.” She hums with satisfaction and takes me deeper into her throat. “Not that far,” I correct. “Do you like sucking cock because you’re such a good little slut?”
She drags her tongue to the tip and says, “I like sucking your cock because I’m your slut.”
Holy. Fuck.
“A-plus answer, Waverly.”
I start fucking her mouth harder, her lips swelling from the abuse. I can’t hold on. Pulling her head back, I pump my cock with my free hand and spray my cum across her naked breasts.
One part of her fantasy checked off.
She’s a little shaky on her legs, and the bar between her ankles isn’t helping. I help her stay stable and instruct her to take off my shirt. She eyes my tattoos and gazes at me adoringly, tracing my ink with her fingers for a minute, giving me time to recover. “I made you a mess,” I say.
“I don’t mind.” Her voice sounds sweet and pure.
“Standing in my room, my cum dripping down your stomach, your hair a sloppy mess, and your own excitement running down your thighs. You’re dirty like a little whore.”
This time the word doesn’t phase her. “You made me into your whore.”
I kiss her hard, pressing her body against mine, sharing the sticky mess. She’s perfect. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
But this isn’t just about me, it’s about us. There’s more I need to show her.
I break away from our kiss and place both hands on her chin. Her lips are puffy, and her eyes are still watering from gagging, but I’m not done with her yet.
“Put your hands on the dresser.” I hold her until she’s stable. She watches me but says nothing as I grab a bottle of lube and slick up my finger. I stand behind her, one hand on her ass cheek with the other tracing the rim of her back hole. She moans and mewls as my finger slowly slides in. She dips her head down. “Before you leave in the morning,” I murmur as I continue to stretch her, “I’m going to claim your ass. Your first and only. You understand?” I press in deeper, and she cries out.
“No.”
I freeze. Shit. What went wrong?
“Waverly, are you yellow or red?” This was something she told me she wanted, but boundaries change and move. I slowly remove my finger and give her space.
“No.” She shakes her head and looks at me in the mirror.
No, what? She’s not yellow or red? “Love, you need to be clear.”
There’s a shift in her expression, not scared or in pain, but something else. Coy? She watches me as I watch her.
“I’m green. But not tonight.”
Oh, okay. She’s safe and good, but she needs more time. I’m about to tell her that’s fine, we can do it another time, but she cuts me off.
“Tomorrow night, after the wedding. We’re making out in front of your bitch of a mom, and the rest of your family will know we’re together. Then, we’re walking to the executive suite, you’re stripping me out of the dress that’s been driving you insane all day. And then you fuck me where no one else has.”
Stunned, my brain needs a second to process this. My sweet, kind, adorable Waverly… What the fuck did she say? I told her I was going to claim her ass, but I wasn’t really planning on it. It was more to heighten the anxiety and make the moment more intense for her. But no. She has very different plans.
Waverly is giving me everything of her. The most intimate and personal aspects of her life. She’s allowing me to usher her into a new world, to be her guide, her partner.
And I kinda love how fucking petty she is, too.
“Love, that’s a gold star, super A-plus answer.” I turn her vibrator back on and slowly slide my finger back inside. “You can come now.”
It doesn’t take long for her wicked little smile to fade and the pleasure to start consuming her. The skirt around her waist flaps back and forth with our combined motions. Her moans change to prayers to God. Then, finally, “Yes, Lukas!” She shakes and quivers and wave after wave of pleasure hits her.
She grips the dresser, panting and trying to regain her breath as I slide the silver butt plug inside. Her body tenses but accepts the intrusion.
I leave her standing, her legs wide open, a purple gem in her bottom as I wash my hands. When I return, she’s still in the same spot, tired and energized, and eager for more.
“Stand straight up,” I say and start rubbing her back and shoulders, giving her a little reprieve.
Waverly hums her little satisfied song, but it changes to a groan as I lift her hands over her head. “Again?”
I kiss her gently. “You must be tired, but we have more.”
When I latch the chains on the hook again, she dips her head, a little disappointed. I’m pushing her too hard, but there’s something she needs to understand. “I said you were a slut because you were enjoying yourself.” She flinches, but I stroke her hair. “I called you a whore because you let me use your body.” Her eyes water a little as she furrows her brows in confusion. I press my finger to her lips. “You’ve spent years living up to other people’s expectations of you, afraid they would think less of you if you showed who you really are.” I kiss her cheek. “But when I called you those words, you changed the meaning and made it your own.”
She blinks rapidly as a stray tear falls. I brush it away with my thumb. “Now, you’re going to ride my face and watch yourself get off and tell me what you are.”
Her skirt has been held on with velcro for this very reason. I rip it off and tighten the harness around her hips and sides then drop to my knees and gaze at her perfect form. She tastes incredible as my tongue laps up all her excitement from the evening. I wrap one arm around her ass, pressing her harder against my lips, the other fingers are busy finding the spot that will drive her nuts.
“Oh, God!”
Yep, I’ve hit it. Her need starts to ache as she moves her hips faster. She’s radiant, taking control of the situation.
She gasps. “I’m beautiful.”
Yes, she is.
I work hard and fast. Sweat builds on my hairline.
“I’m powerful.” Her voice hitches like she’s about to cry. Her pussy starts pulsing and she won’t be able to hold back much more.
“Come on, love.”
“I’m Waverly Fucking Mcleod.” She cries out before the wave of pleasure crashes into her, and I nearly drown in it.
Her body quakes and arches before the intensity fades and she hangs limp. I quickly unhook the bar from between her legs and unlatch her from the ceiling. Holding her in my arms, pressing my forehead to hers, I say, “Yeah, you are. And I’m going to make you mine.”
I place her on the bed, cuffing her to the bed frame. Her hips are on a pillow. She’s open and ready for me. I slide a condom on and position myself between her legs. She gazes at me with adoring eyes, and I’ve never wanted anything more. There’s been a Waverly shaped hole in my life for years. No more. I’ll be waking up next to her tomorrow and the next day. We have a future.
But our past might kill us.
Her lips part and the word, “Please,” fills my ears. She’s soft and welcoming.
“Love, I need to know…”
I spent years sifting through all the possibilities. She was scared. She lost her phone. Her father told her no. But the simple fact is, I can’t trust her with my heart again if I don’t know the truth. Gone are the lustful commands and, instead, I ask in a raw and terrified voice, “Why didn’t you call when you didn’t find anything? We could’ve sorted this out years ago.”
She blinks and turns her head away. “I believed your family and all the lies they spewed about you over the years. When I saw the desk was empty, I thought Carol and Adam were right, and I was stupid enough to believe you loved me, when you were really only using me for sex.”