Chapter 31
Stupid Sexy Sadist
Olivia
How the fuck am I supposed to pay attention when my underwear is soaked and my clit is throbbing?
Theo had the gall to pin me against the side of a caravan, kiss the fuck out of me and then hand me over to Rhys for a shooting lesson. Couldn’t he have given me an orgasm first?
I bite back a groan of frustration as the object of my ire disappears from the range before turning my attention to Rhys.
Theo said that he knew what was happening, that he’d have me screaming his name, but like I said before, I’m sceptical.
Especially when he looks so serious and business-like, the glimmer of heat gone from his honey eyes.
“This is a SIG Sauer P226,” he says as he picks up the small black handgun from the table that sits in front of the range.
Unlike me, he’s cool, calm and collected as he handles the gun like a pro, which isn’t surprising considering he was in the military for God knows how long.
“And it’s going to become your new best friend once we’re done here. ”
“Doubtful.” I eye the weapon with suspicion and discomfort.
We’re the only ones here and far enough away from the rest of the community that it’s quiet.
The only sounds are the rustling of the trees and the crashing of the waves against the pebbled shore.
There’s a lingering scent of gunpowder and salt in the air that mingles pleasantly with Rhys’s leather and spice and does little to smother the heat still smouldering in my core.
“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Rhys says with a roll of his eyes. “First rule when playing with guns: always act like it’s loaded and only point the barrel at things you want to kill.”
Shit. There are rules to this? I’m really not good at abiding by the rules…
Without ceremony, he grabs my hand and forces it to wrap around the shockingly cold grip of the gun while keeping it pointed to the ground.
I squeak, my heart rate rockets upward, and sweat trickles down the back of my neck as Rhys adjusts my grip until my index finger rests against the side of the gun, just above the trigger.
“Second rule: only put your finger on the trigger when you’re prepared to fire.” He releases the hand still holding the gun and steps back.
My body locks up, terrified to move in case I do something wrong or accidentally make the gun go off somehow. Oh, fuck, what was the first rule again? “Rhys…” I can hear the panic in my voice.
He moves to stand behind me and grabs my hips, causing my breath to hitch as I tense further at the feel of his firm hands.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Goosebumps explode across my skin and a shiver races down my spine as the dying embers of my arousal flare up again. “You’re doing fine.”
Easy for you to say.
He uses my hips to turn my body until I’m facing the range. There’s a crudely drawn paper target at the far end with a ditch and thick dirt wall rising up behind it. The same dirt wall encompasses the other sides of the range, protecting everyone outside from stray bullets.
Rhys’s hands move up from my hips to slide down my arms. “I’m going to show you how to stand and hold the gun.”
He’s like a furnace against my back as his skilled hands show me how to hold the pistol correctly and aim is towards the paper target.
He talks me through it: how to stand, how to aim and how to squeeze the trigger.
I try to focus, but it’s difficult to when I can feel his thick muscles shift against me and something hard poking the small of my back.
Heat builds between my thighs, and I turn my head to the side, my eyes lingering his surprisingly full lips.
What would those lips feel like against mine? Would they be soft and pliable? Or would they be firm and unyielding?
His hands tighten on mine, drawing my attention upward. There’s nothing friendly about the way he’s looking at me. His eyes are two pools of molten honey that smoulder with desire and longing.
I lick my suddenly dry lips, and his gaze darts downward to follow the movement. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard and his chest vibrates with a low growl.
“Focus, princess,” he orders in a low, rough voice. “Shoot the gun.” With agonising slowness, he draws himself away from me, and my body immediately cries out at the loss of his heat and touch.
I unconsciously sway towards him, but he stops the movement with an almost harsh grip on my shoulders.
“If you behave and do as you’re told, I’ll give you a reward,” he growls in my ear, sending little shock waves of pleasure and arousal through my body.
I pout. Between him and Theo, I’m so tired of being teased. “Why can’t I have the reward now?”
“You haven’t earned it yet.” He nips my neck, and it takes everything in me to stay standing. “Now be a good girl for me and shoot the gun.”
Fuck.
I think I’ll do just about anything to have him call me a good girl again.
He places a set of earmuffs on my head and steps back.
I turn my attention back to the range and focus on the target.
I try to remember everything he taught me as I slightly adjust my grip and my stance before flicking off the safety and taking aim.
It’s slightly different to aiming with my bow, but once I’m confident, I place my finger on the trigger and squeeze.
The gun rears in my hand, the power and recoil more than I expected, causing my shot to go wide. The crack of the gun is muffled thanks to the ear protection, but the sound still causes me to flinch.
“Good,” Rhys says, speaking louder so I can hear him through the earmuffs. “Now fire again until the mag is empty.” There’s a slight growl to his voice, like he’s still turned on.
While my earlier arousal has lessened, it still simmers between my legs as I bite my lip and do as he says.
Thirteen more shots ring out, each getting easier to control until the final few are not only hitting the target, but striking the middle of it.
By the time the mag is empty, my limbs are trembling from the rush of adrenaline, and my ears are ringing slightly.
“Safety back on and place the gun back onto the table,” Rhys says after the gun clicks empty.
I blow out a breath and do as he says, being careful of the now hot barrel of the pistol. As soon as the gun is on the table and the ear protection is off, Rhys grabs my hips and pulls me back against his hard chest.
“Do you want your reward for being a good girl, princess?” he growls in my ear.
My breath catches, and heat builds in my core. “What kind of reward?” I ask in a breathy voice. Please be an orgasm. I turn my head to the side, his honey eyes ablaze with desire as our eyes meet.
His lips ghost against my neck, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.
“Hmm. I could give you a kiss.” He leans closer until our lips are almost brushing against each other, a tantalising tease.
“Or I could slide my hand into your underwear and play with your perfect cunt until you come all over my fingers. Just like you did for Theo.”
Yes. My pussy clenches hard, and a small moan escapes from my throat. Holy shit. We’re actually doing this; we’re dragging ourselves out of the friend-zone.
His lips quirk upward into a devilish smirk. “Does that sound good? To have my fingers fucking that tight cunt until you’re screaming my name?”
Oh fuck. These men and their filthy mouths are going to be the death of me.
“I want both,” I say boldly, knowing that if he’s anything like Theo, he’ll want to hear me say it. “I want the kiss and your fingers.”
His chest vibrates with a groan as one of his hands leaves my hip to grip my chin. “Greedy girl.” He closes the distance and kisses me.
All thoughts flee my mind as Rhys absolutely dominates the kiss, and I get lost in the feel of his mouth against mine.
It’s different from the kisses Theo gave me earlier, but no less intoxicating.
He thrusts his tongue past my lips to twine with mine in a sensual dance that has every nerve ending in my body lighting up.
I moan into his mouth as one of my hands grabs the back of his head while the other wraps around the wrist of his hand clutching my chin.
However, all too soon, he’s pulling back. We’re both panting, and the dark look of desire on his face has my clit throbbing.
“Lace your hands together behind my head and keep them there,” he orders, his voice rough. “You move them away and I stop. Understand, princess?”
I don’t move. “But what if I want to touch you?” I tighten my grip on his hair and push my ass back against the hard, thick erection pressing against me.
He hisses and his expression hardens as he grabs my hand and peels it away from his hair.
“No touching. We’re doing this on my terms. Now you can either be a good girl and do as you’re told, or we’re going to stop this here and you won’t get your reward.
And I’ll make sure neither Theo nor Alex give you one either. ”
Well, that’s just mean.
I huff. A part of me wants to keep pushing, to see what happens when I finally break his control. But I also want to come on his fingers…
Decisions, decisions.
“You'd better decide quickly,” he warns with an arched eyebrow.
“Fine,” I sigh as I reach up to lace my fingers together behind his head. “I’ll be good.” I can always push him another time, when I’m not so desperate to come with his fingers stretching my pussy.
He snorts softly. “Somehow I doubt that’ll last long.” He taps the inside of my calf with his foot. “Open your legs wider.”
I do as he says, my skin prickling with anticipation as he moves his hands down to the button on my jeans. A quick flick of his fingers and the button pops open.
“You need me to stop, just say and I will. Doesn’t matter why or when, if you want this to stop, it will. Understand?”
I swallow hard and nod. “I understand.”