20. Chapter Twenty Rhowyn
Chapter Twenty: Rhowyn
All I could do was nod in confirmation. I had never been the type to allow someone else to take control, not in such a way as this, but I trusted Arryn, and I needed what he was offering me.
His eyes held mine captive as he spoke, his strong body towering over me. “Say the words, Rhowyn. I need to know you're okay with this.”
I swallowed, heat gathering in my core and butterflies swirling at what he was implying. “I want this, Arryn.”
He nodded, but instead of taking me in his arms like I thought he would, he threw a hand to the door. “What are you doing?” I asked him, confused.
“I'm ensuring that no one can interrupt us by swelling the wood of the door and shutting us in,” he said simply, his eyes meeting mine again with a hunger I'd never seen from him before.
He took a step back from me, his eyes running along my body, causing me to shift as I waited for him to say something, anything. He simply locked his eyes to mine again. “Take your clothes off, Rhowyn. ”
His voice was husky and demanding, teasing me to comply. I took the hem of my shirt in both hands, which were still wrapped from my session with the heavy bag, crossing my arms and lifting. My shirt came off in one smooth motion as I stood before him in my sports bra. His eyes took in every movement as if I was the only thing he could see.
His focus on my body was intoxicating. I slipped my hands into the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down my legs slowly before standing before him. Still, he didn't move, just waited patiently for me to obey.
Needing him to touch me, to consume me so fully that my thoughts couldn't haunt me anymore, I stripped out of my sports bra and panties, leaving myself vulnerable to his gaze. Every inch of me exposed to his perusal, which he took his sweet time in enjoying, the only expression on his face was that of hunger.
I felt the caress of his eyes as they trailed down my body as if he was actually touching me. I tried to stand there patiently, but was unable to, squeezing my legs together as each minute that passed in silence increased my desire.
Finally, he sauntered toward me slowly, and I inhaled as he reached a hand out for me, eager for his touch on my skin. He took my hand in his and started to unwrap the cloth slowly, watching his every movement. He dropped the wrap to the floor before starting on the other hand. When he revealed my other hand, removing the last piece of cloth that separated me from him, he didn't drop the wrap to the floor. He simply pulled it taut between his hands. “Put your hands behind you.” His words were gentle, but his tone didn't leave any room for argument.
I did as he said, my arms stretching behind me and thrusting my chest forward. His eyes jumped to catch the action, darting a tongue out to wet his lips as he eyed my breasts, stepping into me and brushing his chest against them. My nipples pebbled at the feel of the course fabric against my sensitive skin .
He took the wrap and began winding it around one wrist and then the other, securing me tightly. He tugged on the knots, testing them, satisfied when they didn't give or allow me any room to move. He looked at me then. “If at any time you need me to stop, just tell me.”
I nodded again, swallowing the lump in my throat and wetting my lips.
He simply raised an eyebrow at me. “Words, Rhowyn.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said breathily, giving in to the need to submit to him. I knew he wouldn't take advantage of me, that he would cherish what I was offering him.
His eyes narrowed briefly at my words, and he inhaled. “You smell so divine. Do you know that, Rhowyn?”
“No, Sir,” I said, knowing that this was what he needed to hear as well.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured huskily, pushing me backward, his warm hand going to my lower back to steady me until my back was resting on the wall. My hips were thrust out now, my hands keeping me from being flush against the cold stone. His warm body was a welcome contrast.
He leaned in and inhaled my scent next to my ear, and I arched my neck to give him access to me, squeezing my thighs together. “None of that now,” he chided, noticing my actions.
He used one of his feet to push both of my legs wider so I couldn't rub them together anymore, taking away all of my control in this situation. “That's better. All of your pleasure will be mine to give you. Is that understood, Rhowyn?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my own voice husky with desire.
“Good girl,” he praised me, and I couldn't help the pride that ran through me, knowing I had pleased him.
He leaned in again and ran his nose from my ear, down my arched neck, stopping at my collarbone to kiss it. His tongue darted out to tease the spot, and I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling of his mouth on my skin.
A sharp sting had my eyes flying back open before the caress resumed. He smiled at my reaction to his bite even as he kissed the offended spot. He traveled further down, following my sternum with his tongue marking every inch. Leaning back, he raised a hand, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it between his fingers. I sucked in a breath, heat racing straight to my core at the touch, my eyes closing. A pinch had my eyes flying open again.
He chuckled. “Keep your eyes open, Rhowyn, and watch what I do to you.”
Fuck me. He was so hot like this . I needed more. At my nod of acquiescence, he leaned in slowly, his eyes locked to mine. I was hoping he'd suck on my nipple, but instead, he bit down hard, causing me to gasp in shock. The pain was just barely on the right side of pleasure. In true form, he then wrapped his tongue around my nipple and sucked, replacing the pain with pure pleasure.
He pulled back, and I whimpered. “Words, Rhowyn,” he demanded from me more forcefully.
“Yes, Sir!” I gasped out as his lips wrapped around the other nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his fingers playing with the one he had just abandoned. He pinched one nipple while sucking on the other, then bit the peaked nub while rubbing the other one. The way he alternated pain and pleasure had me panting, always guessing at what he would do next and unable to relax fully into his touch. Still, my pleasure climbed steadily as I grew near to orgasm.
As if sensing how close I was, he pulled back, denying me my release. “Don't move,” he instructed, brooking no argument from me, even as I groaned in disappointment at the loss of his touch. I didn't want to do anything to stop him, so I remained silent, my eyes taking him in.
He ran a hand through his hair, eyeing me. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He reached into his pants and grabbed himself, pulling slightly. “I'm so fucking hard right now, and it's all because of you and those delectable noises you’re making.”
Fuck. Me . It was the only thought I could manage in my aroused state, my mind blown by his expert control over my body. I couldn't speak, my mind a puddle of desire, incoherent from one thought to the next.
He pulled his hand out and stripped his shirt off, giving me a glimpse of all those abs. I tugged at the wraps that had me completely secured, wanting to touch each divot and dip of those muscles that glistened with sweat.
“Fuck, Rhowyn. If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to come,” he growled. My eyes jumped to his in shock at his admission. Once he had my eyes bound in his, I heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor, drawing my attention.
I moaned wantonly at the sight of him, his cock jutting out and dripping precum. Apparently, he went commando. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him, but I didn't dare move, afraid he wouldn't continue with this.
He took himself in his hand again, running it down his shaft before coming back up to the head and squeezing, milking another drop of precum from his tip. “Fuck me, Rhowyn.”
He closed the distance between us again, kissing me harshly, bruising my lips under his. My eyes drifted shut as I took him in, my tongue tangling with his, completely lost in the sensation of his consumption of me. I moaned into his mouth, biting his lip.
He groaned, pulling away and licking at the sore spot. “Such a good girl, standing there nice and pretty. However, now I have to punish you for that.” He rubbed his fingers over his lip, massaging it lightly .
His eyes danced in amusement as he dropped to his knees before me, lifting one of my thighs and placing it over his shoulder. He blew out a warm breath. “If you come, I won't put my cock inside you. I'll stop right then and there,” he threatened me.
I pushed my head back and thrust my hips out, daring him to do his worst. He chuckled, his hand smacking my ass. Hard. “That was for being cheeky. Now stand there, My Chosen, and let me have control.”
I moaned, “Yes, Sir.” My voice echoed in the room, no longer caring what happened or who heard us, as long as he stopped teasing me.
He slid a finger along my slit, toying with my folds. What is with these men and their teasing? Fuck. I needed to move but was able to restrain myself somehow. I felt like I would die if he stopped now.
His tongue darted out, circling my clit, moving in concentric circles which grew closer and closer to its target. When he finally sucked on my clit, I moaned loudly, “Fuck!”
I panted, trying to keep my knee from buckling underneath me, squeezing him with my other thigh, my heel digging into his broad shoulders. He laughed into my clit, vibrating it and causing me to moan again.
A finger slipped inside me, playing with me, only dipping in and out slightly as he continued his assault on my clit. I could feel myself building up, growing closer to that precipice, but I tried to hold back, not ready for him to stop, his threat still ringing in my mind.
I whimpered as he took some of my slick and slid it to the back, circling that sensitive spot, applying the slightest pressure. His mouth moved down, and his tongue darted inside me, fucking me as his finger dipped into my backside. I almost came from that, fighting the urge to just give in, losing the battle as I continued to climb higher, so close to falling over the edge.
He pulled back just as I was about to give in, smiling up at me wickedly, his mouth and chin wet with my arousal. He fisted himself again and squeezed the head as I watched him.
“You look so fucking breathtaking like this. What am I going to do with you?” I whimpered as he dropped my leg from his shoulder, and he stood, taking my mouth with his again, his chest pressing me back into the wall.
“Are you ready to feel me inside you, fucking you until you can't move?” he asked me with a growl, his muscles twitching as he held himself back.
“Yes, Sir! Please!” I begged, needing him more than anything else. My shame was nowhere to be found as I ached for his touch.
“That's a good girl,” he murmured, taking his cock in his hand again and aligning himself with me. As soon as he was lined up, he slammed into me. No easing into this, no stretching me to ensure that his massive dick didn't hurt me. Nope. He just slammed all the way home, as deep as he could go, before grabbing the backs of my thighs and lifting me off my feet. I was now balanced on my shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist, taking him deeper inside me.
He paused, resting his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you feel so good, Rhowyn,” he groaned, holding himself completely still and breathing deeply.
He kissed me then, gently as if savoring me. I tasted myself on his lips, and I groaned, shifting my body. His hands clamped down on my hips, bruising in their strength. “You keep doing that, and I won't be able to finish what I've started. And I plan on finishing this, Rhowyn.”
“Yes, Sir,” I told him, holding his gaze with mine, falling into him. My heart ached at the emotions I found there. This was more than him just helping me, more than scratching an itch, more than being there for me .
I expected myself to panic at what I saw in his eyes as he held me in place, his cock still deep inside me, but I didn't. I trusted him completely, and I found that I was ready to fall over this precipice with him. To take what he was offering on every level. I wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but for now, I needed him. His steady presence kept me grounded, his firm but gentle guidance as he followed behind me, his heart offered up for me to take. I wanted it all.
“Take me, Sir,” I told him, calm in my acceptance and desire.
He slid out slowly with my words, holding my gaze as he teased my entrance with the head of his cock, before slamming into me. He pulled back slowly again, thrusting into me hard. My arms pulled and ached with the abuse, but the pain only added to my pleasure as we both climbed higher and higher together.
His pace became frenzied as his cock seemed to swell inside me, filling me up even more, each pump stroking my G-spot. He moved a hand down to circle my clit.
“Come for me, Rhowyn,” he demanded as he pinched my clit and slammed into me one last time. I came so hard that I saw stars, my legs clamping down around his waist, holding him in place as he poured his seed into me.
His groan as he came sounded in my ear, and his warm breath caressed my neck as he rested his head beside me. We stayed like that for a long time, simply basking in the afterglow. “You are absolutely amazing, Rhowyn.”
I laughed, fucked completely senseless. “You weren't so bad yourself,” I teased him, squeezing my thighs again. “Sir.”
He groaned. “If you keep that up, I'll start fucking you again.”
“And why is that a bad idea?” I asked as he released the knot from my hands, allowing me to grab his shoulders, finally able to touch him .
He laughed. “It’s not, but I know the others are waiting for us, and you need to get some sleep because I have a feeling that the next trial will be coming soon.”
I groaned at that thought, sobering slightly, the thoughts crashing into me again. However, this time, I didn't feel like I was drowning. For once, I felt like I had people to help me, to back me up, and keep that from happening.
I smiled at him softly with that realization, my hand coming up to cup his cheek. “Thank you, Arryn,” I told him, hoping my eyes could convey everything I felt.
He kissed me softly, his tongue dancing with mine before resting his forehead on mine. “I'm yours, Rhowyn, for however long you'll have me.”
The gravity of that sank in, and I knew I couldn't let him down. I didn't know how I would get out of this mess without screwing everything up, but I knew I had to try. I'd do everything I could to ensure that we made it out of this alive and whole while also keeping my promises to those I had left back on Earth.
With him and Baer, I felt like, just maybe, we might actually have a chance of figuring this all out.