5 Olivia
June 23rd, 2022
I was pulled out of my sleep by some unknown force. Ike a tug on my soul, pushing me to wake.
The first thing I noticed was that I was on my stomach and there was something propping my hips up.
I was so tired and so sore, that my motions were groggy, heavy. I blinked heavily, pulling at my wrists to stretch only to slow when I was met with resistance.
I turned my head, still half-asleep, and blinked away enough sleep to see that both wrists had ribbon around them, the ribbon stretching over each side of the bed. The restraints weren’t as tight as they usually wore though. I could probably slip out of them if I tried.
I stretched my muscles a little, feeling the restraints around my legs as well. My knees had been brought up towards my hips, some sort of restraints wrapped around my knees, tied down to the bed, I assumed.
I couldn’t move hardly at all.
I swallowed, rolling my head back onto one side, staring into the darkness of the room, on the verge of falling back asleep. In fact, I probably would have fallen back asleep if my heart had been racing and my pussy throbbing.
Everywhere hurt, but I was too excited in my hazy, half-awake state to care. “Everett?”
I mumbled a sigh, my entire body relaxing into the position he had put me in.
“You did so many things right tonight,”
he hummed, his voice a haunted hum in the silence of the night.
I shivered at the sound of it, at the sound of his praise.
“You didn’t allow your panic or worry for your dog get the best of you,”
he explained softly from somewhere behind me. “You didn’t let the pain stop you. You didn’t worry about getting more than one bullet in the gun. You followed my orders without thought, without hesitation.”
Because they made sense. Nothing else did in that moment. Lucy was crying, the man was trying to kill us, there was blood everywhere, I was in a panic, and then his voice came through, clear and concise. “Don’t kill him.”
His voice cut through all the noise. All of it.
“Why did you leave your gun in the kitchen?”
he asked, suddenly on my right side, his voice holding a chilling note that it hadn’t a moment ago.
I swallowed, stretching again, if only to relief some of the building excitement in my bones. “I wanted to read your letter,”
I whispered. “I wanted to know what it meant to be your Claim.”
He appeared in my line of sight, crouching down at my bedside. His eyes were glowing as he reached out and gently pushed my hair back, his touch setting fire to my skin. “And what does it mean to be my Claim?” he asked.
I lifted my head to meet his hand, wanting more of that. More of his touch. I opened my mouth to respond, but he shook his head, threading his hand back into my hair, tightening his grip ever so slightly. “Think carefully,”
he warned.
I swallowed. I was so tired. This almost felt like a dream, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had given me that thing again. The torture pill that had set fire to my skin. What did it mean to be his Claim?
I searched his eyes, my heart thudding. “Being your Claim means that your death aura is mine too,”
I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “It means that I hold a power nobody else ever will, but,”
I went on as his pupils widened, “I claimed you too. I carved a picture too,”
I reminded him.
He pulled my head back tightly, a spark of pain shooting down my spine, bringing tears to my eyes. “The first to ever do it, and you did it to me. Why?”
he demanded.
I swallowed, stretching again, my hips pressing into whatever it was he had put under them. “We feel everything together,”
I whispered. “You took that drug for me, I carved your chest for you.”
His grip tightened. “You should know what it feels like to be Claimed. You deserve that.”
His breath caught, his eyes widening.
He watched me for several seconds before releasing my head and standing. Silence fell as I sank back into my bed. God, it felt so soft. I really could just fall right back asleep.
“I gave you something to ease the pain in your body,”
he finally informed me from across the room, “and I will do the best I can to ease into this, however I make no promises. We both need this.”
I absolutely needed this. I needed it more than I needed anything else in the world.
“Lucy is being overly protective right now,”
he went on quietly, “so I hope you don’t mind an audience.”
“Just fuck me,”
I breathed out, pushing my hips back. “Please.”
“An eager little pup tonight, hmm?”
he hummed just as a shock of cold touched my lower back and slid down the curve of my spine.
I groaned, stretching against the chill seeping across my bones. “Everett, please,”
I panted, my stomach fluttering, a slickness growing between my thighs.
Another shock of cold fell from the small of my back, sliding down to ‘click’ against the first. Ice cubes, I guessed.
“You like it rough,”
he told me, letting another cube go, forcing another low groan from my lips, “and you’ve proven you’re learning to handle the panic, but how well can you handle your impatience?”
He released another ice cube, the chill of the melting water spreading along my spine, sliding across my back, over my waist, seeping slowly into the sheets.
I was panting, pressing my forehead into my bed, squeezing my eyes shut. Dammit. “You wouldn’t feel so powerful if I was kissing your neck,”
I panted just as he released another cube.
“You only believe that because I said no in the hallway.”
I shivered, stretching against the restraints. “What I believe is that the reason you always tie my hands up is because you know that once I touch you, you’ll lose control,”
I panted, turning my head to the side again, my hair falling into my face. “You restrain me to protect yourself.”
“Back to that, are we?”
he purred, releasing another cube.
My nipples were so hard, they were pressing into the sheets now, goosebumps covering my skin, my pussy throbbing. “There’s an easy way to prove me wrong,” I gasped.
“Not tonight there isn’t.”
The bed shifted and I stuck my ass out in response, craving his touch. I needed him. I always needed him, but I needed him tonight.
His hands slid over my calves, my breath catching at the sudden warmth of his body. “Deeper than marriage,”
he told me. “Solidified in blood. Your soul, your heart, your every breath,”
he mumbled, sliding his hands up my thighs, his hot breath brushing over my ass, “it’s all mine.”
I inhaled sharply and his tongue teased my entrance.
I groaned, pushing back into him, feeling his tongue drag up the length of it before flicking once against my clit. “Fuck,”
I moaned, his hands digging into my thighs.
He pulled away just a little. “My favorite meal,”
he mumbled before diving in.
I jerked and then leaned into him the best I could, feeling his tongue slide into me, flicking and sucking, nipping and teasing. My tired mind was on another level of ecstasy with how he felt eating my pussy.
He pulled my thighs in closer, pressing himself into me, pulling tired, unattractive moans out of me as I tried my best to grind against his face until my end ripped through me, my restraints tightening, my body shaking against him. “Oh, fuck,”
I gasped, tilting my head back to one side, panting.
Everett crawled off the bed and appeared at my side, crouching down in front of me. His eyes searched mine, near black now, something unreadable in their depths.
I shivered. The ice had fallen off my back and was now seeping into the sheets around my waist.
“I want to do so many things to you,”
he mumbled, almost to himself, it seemed. “Things I would never do with anyone else.”
I didn’t think he was searching for a response, so I just watched him, strands of my hair lifting with each exhale of my lungs. I wanted him to do everything to me. Everything I could and couldn’t think of. Things that didn’t even exist in this world, I wanted him to create and do them to me. Anything to feel our souls stitch together.
He tilted his head to one side, studying me. “It’s time to explore, pup. You and me.”
My heart fluttered at the way he said that. “You and me.”
God, that alone made me ready for more.
“But not tonight,”
he said, causing my shoulders to fall. “We can’t cause permanent nerve damage now, can we?”
He hummed, glancing down my body. “Your spine is inflamed, your ankle swollen. It’s sprained,”
he said, finding my eyes again. “When I said I had to go easy on you, I meant it.”
I adjusted myself, searching his eyes. “Are you tired?”
I finally whispered. It was unlike him. Or maybe this part of him was one nobody had been allowed to see. This…kind part of him. This merciful part of him.
One corner of his lips flicked up as if he knew exactly why I had asked. “I’m learning.”
His smile fell, something dark sliding into his eyes. He watched me for a few seconds longer before pushing himself to a stand.
I closed my eyes and turned back into my mattress, my heart racing. I just wanted him to keep touching me. I wanted him to hold me, to fuck me until I couldn’t breathe and then kiss me afterwards.
I wanted to feel his hands on my skin in any and every way. I needed all of him.
The bed dipped under his weight and my heart skipped. His hands slid around my thighs, up over my ass, and down my spine, his legs pressing against the back of my thighs as he slid his hands down around my waist and held firm, his fingers digging into me.
I was already panting, trying to shove my ass back, only for him to hold me in place. “Come on, Everett,” I whined.
“Don’t tempt me,”
he purred, the tip of his cock sliding between my legs.
I groaned, angling my hips up, gasping when I felt the tip of him graze along my wet cunt.
His hands tightened around me the second his cock started sliding into me.
I inhaled sharply, pressing my face into the sheets. “Oh fuck,”
I groaned, stretching again, every nerve in my body catching fire as he slowly slid in. Deeper and deeper and deeper.
He stopped, his panting breath finding my ears as we both froze, allowing me to relax around him, to stretch to accommodate him. “Everett,”
I breathed out, my hands clutching into the bed.
He pulled out slowly and sank back in, a little more this time. “Control yourself,”
he growled, and I wasn’t sure who it was for, I didn’t care. I needed more.
He pulled out again, and this time, when he slid back in, I used what little strength I had and slammed back into him, jerking at my shoulders, a pain shooting up my spine.
“Fuck me,”
Everett moaned and then fell over me, his hands landing on either side of my chest, his body heating up my skin from ass to head.
We were both panting, his cock throbbing inside of me, my wrists straining against the restraints.
Seconds passed like hours before he shifted his weight onto one hand and easily pulled at a single tie on my right wrist, freeing my hand.
He did the same with my left before shifting his weight and wrapping an arm under mine, between my breasts, and finally wrapping his hand around my neck.
I used one hand to keep me from falling back to the bed, and wrapped the other around his wrist, his lips finding my ear. “Tell me to stop,”
he rasped, his hand tightening around my throat.
I shook my head, using every ounce of strength I had to rock my hips against his, his cock hitting that perfect little spot.
He snarled as the moan escaped my lips. “Fuck,”
he panted, and pulled me against him, slamming his cock into me, hard and fast.
My entire body caught fire, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I listened to him pant in my ear, almost inaudible noises escaping his throat as he fucked me into oblivion.