Chapter Fourteen #5
“Let me come,”
I pleaded. This wasn’t fair.
“You didn’t come when I called, so now you get to see how you make me feel.”
I might’ve felt regret for being such a brat, if this wasn’t so blissful. I was almost crying by the time he backed off again— tears leaked out of my eyes.
“Are you going to behave next time? Or are you going to pull another stunt like that?”
Charlie asked roughly.
“I won’t. I promise,”
I begged. “Let me come, please.”
“As you wish.”
Charlie tossed the toy aside, got to his feet, and unfastened his pants. He pulled on the straps and the swing adjusted, so that my legs were at a ninety-degree angle toward the ceiling, my back tilted toward the floor. My head hung completely upside down, my hair trailing against the tile.
I’d told Charlie before I wanted him to fuck me while I was hanging from the ceiling, upside down. Looks like he’d put his mind to it and figured out how. Good boy.
Charlie placed my legs against his torso, so my ankles were laying on his shoulders, then shoved his dick into me. I let out a moan, and he began railing me like never before. The springs that the swing was suspended on added for extra bounce, and gave even more power to his thrusts. I felt like I was flying as he slammed into me, and I closed my eyes to experience the sublime release. I was tied up and bound to this swing, but had never been more untethered. This swing was amazing. It made me feel free. We had complete freedom of movement with it, and with the cuffs holding up my legs, I had more support than I typically did. His cock went deep, and I felt myself begin to convulse. The sight of him fucking me, with my legs splayed across the front of his suit, and that dark look in his eyes… I lost it. My eyes closed as my body hit its peak, and waves of pleasure broke out all across my form, so powerful I felt myself reeling.
When I came, Charlie chuckled lowly under his breath and uttered, “Good girl.”
With a strength that required everything in me, I managed to open my eyes. I let out a few loud moans, and my head turned to the side.
The Beast. He was standing in a darkened corner of the Sanctuary, watching what we were doing. Ugh, what was he doing here? This place was for me and Charlie only. It was off-limits.
The Beast appeared completely disturbed. His lip curled as he observed us with a look of complete revulsion.
I couldn’t help it; I let out a deranged laugh, locking eyes with him as my gaze told him silently that I didn’t give a shit about him, and for all his efforts to stop me, I was completely unaffected by his pathetic attempts to destroy my life. It was hilarious to me that the Warden could do nothing to me here, and arousing that I was able to do whatever the fuck I wanted, when I wanted, and he wasn’t able to stop me.
“What’s so funny, my good little bad girl?”
Charlie asked, and he fucked me harder.
The Beast faded from my sight, and I managed to strain out, “I just love how you make me feel.”
Charlie’s controlled breaths turned into ragged pants. “Good, because I can’t hold back any?—”
Charlie didn’t have the ability to finish the sentence, because he came. He gasped and held on to me tightly, and I came again, mixing our two climaxes into one powerful harmony. His feelings ricocheted through our bond, and I rode them with delight as he came down from his rapture.
Charlie staggered away, then put a hand on the wall to steady himself. I noticed through our bond his consciousness flicker for a moment, and I became concerned.
“Please sit down,”
I pleaded. That had been a lot of activity, for him still recovering.
He stumbled to the bed and sat to take a few deep breaths. “It was your fault for getting me so worked up.”
“I’m sorry, baby,”
I crooned, but I really wasn’t. Not after all that.
“It’s okay. I forgive you,”
he said with a sly smile.
I was still hanging upside down, and by now, I could feel the blood draining to my head. “Um… can you get me down?”
“Sure.”
Charlie slowly got up and refastened his pants. He released the cuffs binding my limbs and picked me up out of the swing. He carried me through the mirror and out of the Sanctuary, then set me on our bed.
“Can I leave my wrists tied in the rope?” I begged.
“For a little bit,”
he said. “I want you in that lingerie a while longer.”
He laid beside me as the Mediterranean breeze blew through the open balcony, filling our bedroom with warmth. His fingers skimmed over my skin absentmindedly as we talked, which we liked to do after we played. We could converse for hours, talking about anything and everything. If we didn’t have any responsibilities, we could lay here all day.
Charlie moved closer to me, then winced as his ribs laid on a hard object stuck in the covers. “Ouch.”
He shifted on the bed and dug under the covers. He pulled out a notebook with a thick spine, and said, “A book? Why is this here?”
“Oops. I was writing in that yesterday,”
I apologized. “I must’ve left it in the bed. Sorry.”
“What’s this?”
he teased, flipping the pages. “A diary of our adventures? Should I call a servant to read it out loud?”
“Don’t.”
I laughed. “It’s not for anyone’s eyes but us.”
“Oh?”
he asked curiously.
“It’s a notebook, containing three lists,”
I said. “One list is for all the places I want us to travel to, once the war is over. Another list is for all the places I want us to have sex— all the positions, and all the different toys I want to try. That list is pretty long.”
“You’ll have to read it to me sometime,”
Charlie said, sounding amused. “I have my own ideas I’d like to add.”
“I’m sure. We’ll be working our way through it for the rest of our lives.”
It sounded so delicious. I couldn’t wait.
“What’s the third list?”
Charlie asked curiously.
I frowned. “The last list doesn’t even have a full page.”
“What’s on it?”
Might as well be honest. “It’s a list of people I want to kill.”
Charlie didn’t even flinch— or react at all— like my answer was something as benign as a list of clothes I wanted to buy, and not a murder sheet. “Who’s on the list?”
I blinked as I mused on the names. “Before we killed them, it was Mad Dog. Naya. Deuce. Esther.”
“And at the top?”
My voice was cold as I said, “The Warden.”
Charlie was far from surprised. “You want to kill him more than the rest of us.”
“Absolutely.”
My teeth gritted as I thought about how much I hated him. “I dream about it all the time— how amazing it would be to finally kill him. When you’re making love to me, I laugh, because even though it’s wonderful, nothing on this earth would make me feel as good as you do, other than taking the Warden’s life. Murdering him would be ecstasy. I’ve got a few pages with ideas, theories on how we could take him out, ways we could put him in the ground.”
I sighed. “I don’t think any of them would work, especially now that we know he’s invulnerable to almost anything, but I’ll come up with how to kill him someday. And it’s fun, because even though it’s not realistic, picturing fantasies of how I can make him suffer gives me satisfaction. It delights me.”
“It’s one thing to keep it in your head, but why put it on paper?”
Charlie asked.
“I have this kill list because I want to end people who hurt us, before they hurt anyone else. And I need to remind myself that even though we live in paradise here, I can’t forget that I need to make certain people pay.”
“The Warden’s horrible, but it’s not your responsibility to get rid of him, pidge. At least, not your responsibility alone. We can do it together.”
I said nothing. Charlie asked, “Is that all who’s on the kill list?”
I paused. “There’s a name on the list you might not like.”
“Who?”
“Your dad. Cameron Wahkin.”
Charlie’s brow furrowed. “Why is my dad on the list? I don’t forgive him for what happened, but killing him is a little extreme.”
I turned on my back, sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “He acts like you should forget about your childhood. Even if leaving you behind was out of his hands, it’s okay for you to be upset that it happened. I don’t like that he believes you can just move on and forgive him. Especially when he doesn’t want to put any work in to fix it.”
“You can’t kill my dad, pidge.”
“I wasn’t going to. I wouldn’t hurt you like that,”
I said softly. “But he makes me feel that way, so he’s on the list.”
I scoffed. “He might be the only person who makes it off of it.”
Charlie lifted me into a sitting position on his lap. “Whatever is going on with you, I’m here for you. You’re never going to suffer through it alone.”
“I know.”
I put my forehead to his and happily breathed him in. “No matter what I’m going through, I’ll always have you.”
I was vaguely aware of a soft knock, and a small voice that asked, “Princess?”
The door creaked open. I heard a soft, strangled gasp. I looked up and saw that Abigail’s face had gone pale as her eyes locked on the ropes around my wrists. She gave a terrified glance to Charlie, spun her wheelchair around, then hurried out of there.
Ooh. I’d forgotten Abigail was coming by today to escort me to my bridal fitting. She’d come in at a pretty bad time.
“What was that?”
Charlie asked as he heard the door sharply shut.
“Abigail saw us with the ropes,”
I said as I held my wrists out for him to untie.
“Do we care?”
Charlie asked, and he loosened the ropes before he pulled them off, setting them aside. “She’s your lady, and loyal to you. She’s not going to spread it around.”
“Yeah, but that’s not really the point,”
I said. “You should give me a moment with her.”
“As you wish.”
Charlie nipped at my ear. “Can’t say I won’t listen to that recording again though, and be back for more later.”
I giggled, and he helped me change into proper clothes before placing me in my chair and leaving our quarters. He had something to do for the wedding, but he wouldn’t tell me what. I was already bubbling with anticipation at what the surprise might be.
I rolled myself into the living area of our suite and noticed that Abigail was already there, looking meekly at the floor.
“Could you have someone get us some tea and snacks?”
I asked. “We need to talk.”
Abigail didn’t hesitate. She ducked out to speak with another servant, before venturing back in. I was already waiting at a small round table for her. I didn’t say a word as an Elvish maiden brought us chai tea and a plate of decorated spiced cinnamon cookies, leaving the room with a bow. Abigail poured me a cup of tea, though she didn’t make one for herself.
I ate a cookie before I said, “We should talk about what you saw.”
“I am your lady, and I serve the crown,”
Abigail said in a flat voice, glancing at my wrists where the ties had been. “It is not my place to question anything the prince does, and I understand my position. I should’ve waited for you to call me in before entering, and I didn’t, as I forgot my place. Forgive me. You have no need to explain anything.”
“I’m not obligated to explain. But I want to.”
I put the cookie down. “You’re worried he's hurting me. As you said, you are my lady, and you’ve sworn to care for me. So I want to show you that I’m not being hurt.”
Abigail visibly swallowed. “Permission to speak freely, princess?”
“Of course.”
“You may believe that he’s not hurting you, but I don’t see how such a thing can ever be good, especially not for a woman,”
Abigail insisted. “This… bondage is dangerous. It’s… it’s not a real relationship! He’s using you in a sick way!”
She nearly burst while saying the words, and I reached out to take her hand. “It is, and it’s safe. He’s not using me. This is something we both enjoy.”
“Has he convinced you of that? I bet this was his idea,”
Abigail spat.
“This is something we’ve done for a while, and everything’s consensual,”
I insisted. “It seems terrible because you don’t understand. I want to know what you’ve assumed, so I can answer your questions.”
Abigail looked increasingly worried. “My princess, there are rumors about the palace. Not about you and the prince, but about… others who participate in such activities.”
Where was this going? “Rumors about who?”
Abigail drew her hand away from me and began twisting a napkin in her grasp. “Well… Prince Cameron is an upstanding gentleman, and as far as I’ve heard, would never consider anything so heinous.”
She dropped her voice and leaned forward. “As for the Emperor… there are whispers of what he and the former queen used to do in their bedchamber alone… and what is said truly shocks me.”
Okay, so Cassiel and his wife had been into some kinky shit. I could see where Charlie had gotten it from. Cassiel seemed like the type of person who could go to some really dark places if he wanted to. He was noble and gentle on the outside, but I bet he’d done a bunch of twisted things to remain on the throne. If he was anything like Charlie— and I knew the two of them were a lot alike— there was a monster inside of him he didn’t let out unless he had to. But when the monster unleashed, he enjoyed every minute of it.
If possible, Abigail’s voice became even lower. “In fact, there are even those that say she died because of it.”
“People make up silly rumors about BDSM all the time, because they don’t understand it,”
I told her. “I’m certain that’s not true.”