31. - Corey -
Chapter thirty-one
- Corey -
C orey’s feet were aching as she washed her makeup off. She hadn’t worn heels in months. Usually, she wore chunky platforms at the bar, not the dainty, pointy things Kayden had bought her for tonight. Or Jason. Honestly, she didn’t even know where her things came from anymore. She had more stuff here than she knew what to do with, and new pieces of clothing just kept showing up.
She’d been feeling a little lightheaded from all the champagne when they’d gotten home, and she’d left the guys in the kitchen, everyone going in their own direction.
Using one of the soft towels from the drawer, Corey dabbed her clean face dry.
Feeling much more like herself without the mask of makeup, she sprawled out in bed, rolling herself up in the puffy duvet and luxuriating in the mattress's comfort. She took her watch from the bedside table and put it on. It was after 2:00 a.m. She wanted to wait for Kayden to come down, but couldn’t stop the exhaustion of the night from settling in.
She didn’t notice when she dozed off, but a warm body slunk in beside her, wrapping her naked body up in brawny arms. Smiling in her sleep, she wriggled back towards him. He brought his face to the side of hers and breathed in deeply.
She rolled over in his arms, kissing his soft lips and letting his familiar scent of sage encompass her, his shaggy black hair brushing her forehead. He kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth, and she ground herself into him. She could feel him growing hard under his sweatpants.
“Why are your sweatpants still on?” she murmured into his mouth.
“So eager for me.” She could feel the grin under her lips between their kisses. His hands were roving all over her body, but her arms were trapped under his. Her fingers found purchase in his waistband, and she tried pushing them down. He helped pull them lower, and his hard cock sprang free against her stomach.
With one hand, he traced his fingers over her clit. She moaned into his mouth, teeth clashing as her head fell forward. He brought two fingers to her entrance and pressed into her, driving his fingers in and out.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already.” He pulled his fingers out and gripped his cock, lathering it in her wetness, pressing his head to her entrance and then rubbing her clit with his cock again. He slicked himself up, his other hand gripping her hair and pressing her face to his. Their kisses were sloppy, aggressive, more teeth and tongue than anything. He kept stroking her with his cock and it felt amazing, but not enough. She needed more. She groaned as he pressed the head of his cock into her, just breaching her entrance.
“You want me inside of you?”
“ Yessss ,” she hissed, as he slid himself in further.
He pulled out and then pressed himself halfway in again. She whined, stuck in his arms, powerless to control his timing. But she didn’t have to wait long. With a thrust, he seated himself fully inside of her, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth that she swallowed up immediately.
“Now who’s eager?” she groaned. Kayden always made her come at least once before fucking her .
He picked up the pace immediately, the fullness leaving her wild, moaning expletives into his mouth. She writhed beside him, matching him thrust for thrust with the movements of her own hips, tangling their legs together. She surrendered completely to him.
He flipped them over so that she was under him, her arms finally free as he kept up his punishing pace. She locked her ankles behind his back, reaching up for the headboard to steady herself, and rocked her hips, grinding against him as hard as he was rutting into her. He was so deep, hitting her inner walls on every thrust, unleashed so quickly, though he never broke their kisses. His breath was heavy on her skin, with an undercurrent of desperation. He was panting and her pleasure was building quickly, the heat from his body igniting the fire inside her.
She brought her hands to his arms, gripping his straining biceps for more leverage. His hands were all over her, and she was waiting for them to find their home around her neck, but they didn’t. He weaved an arm under her, drawing her hips up away from the bed, knocking one of her legs open further with his knee, and she screamed from the new angle. She felt like she was being ripped to pieces by the intensity, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her fingertips clawed his shoulders, gripping smooth skin on one side and raised skin on the other. She ran her fingers along the seam of the scar, wanting to kiss the wounded flesh there. She bucked up into him harder, tracing his mottled skin.
Through the heat of him, reality hit her like a bullet to a tin can, the echo ringing in her ears.
Jason.
Not Kayden.
She screamed. Pulling her hands from him and pushing at his chest, she tried to sit up. He reared back, a sneer on his face as he straddled her.
“Jason!” She used her heels to get further away from him. “What the fuck? I thought you were your brother!” Through the city lights filtering in from the sheer blinds, he was the picture of Kayden on top of her. An angry sob escaped through her clenched teeth, tears building in her eyes. “Why did you do that?”
He paused before answering, his eyes hardening. “I take what I want, sweetheart.”
“You’re fucked! You basically just raped me!” There was a frantic pitch to her voice.
“Didn’t feel like that while you were grinding on my cock. Isn’t that why you were eyeing me all night? You want me, Corey. We both know it.”
“Not like this.” Her voice broke, her tears streaming down her face now. “Why did you do this?”
He lifted himself off her, sliding out of the bed, and pulled his sweatpants back on. “I’m not a good man, Corey. I’ve never told you I’m anything of the sort. Whatever fantasy of me you’ve been building in your head, it’s wrong. This is who I am.”
She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, trying to hide herself, chest heaving with her breath.
“I’m corrupted to my core. Now, my brother, he’s on his way there. But he’s still got some light left.” Jason continued, a leering lilt to his tone, “I hope like hell you can keep that part of him alive. But I’m a lost cause, sweetheart. Don’t forget that.”
And then he left her, slamming the door behind him.
Corey’s anger burned away her tears. His words were like knives to her heart, but now that she knew his actions were a facade, she could hear the lies in them. Kayden was right. The motivation behind them was clear. Every time he got too close, opened up too much, he did something like this, something horrible enough that he thought he could finally break her. But he couldn’t, because she was already broken, and they were slowly putting her back together.
Both of them .
She ripped the tangled sheets away, hastily put on a sweatshirt, and bolted out of her room and up the stairs.
She threw Jason’s door open and burst into his room.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the glowing city lights. At her intrusion, he sprang up from his bed with eyes that spat fire.
“You don’t get to run away from me!” she yelled. Then she came at him, her anger and frustration fueling her movements. She punched her hands into his chest, pushing him back with the force of it. “This isn’t a game to me! You can’t do what you just did and leave!”
“I can do whatever I want,” he said, gritting his teeth and attempting a sneer, but it didn’t make it through the set of his jaw.
“But you’re not doing what you want, are you?” Her voice was getting shrill, her fingers curling, nails biting into his skin “You may have noticed that I want you, but I’m not the only one here! You want me just as much as I want you.” She pounded her fists into his chest again, the thump emphasizing her point. “You want this!”
The rage seemed to fizzle out of her. She gripped his bare shoulders and shook him slightly. “You want me. I know you do. No matter how hard you try, you can’t make me hate you. Why do you keep denying yourself this?”
He was staring at her like she was crazy, and in that moment, she felt it. But she didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders, the pain in his eyes suffocating the fire that had just been there.
He gripped her chin, stroking a hand along her jaw, and her clenched teeth softened.
“Sweetheart, please. I’m the poison.” There was resignation in his voice. He truly believed what he was saying. “I hurt people. I hurt you .”
“No,” she yelled in his face. “I don’t believe that. I won’t.”
“Believe it or don’t. I don’t care.” His eyes had gone dead.
She wanted to slap him .
“Look at me.” She gripped his face. “I’m right here. After everything you did to me, I’m standing right here.” And she was. She was standing in front of him, in his room, in nothing but his own sweatshirt.
“Why?” he asked, like he hadn’t heard anything she’d just said.
“Because… I care about you.”
“But why?”
“Because even though you’re a violent, grumpy asshole, you’re also incredibly sweet and considerate and funny and obviously extremely attractive…” She trailed off, blushing, letting her hands drop from his face.
“Those aren’t good enough reasons.”
He was right. She wasn’t being honest enough. “Fine. You make me feel like I’m not alone. You make me feel like I can breathe, like I can do anything. You make me feel like I’m not insane, like I matter. Like the shit I’ve been through matters. Like it was all real. Like I’m real.” She fought not to look away from him, so he could see how much she meant what she said.
He blinked at her, taking in her proclamations.
“You’re the only one standing in your way, Jase. Let yourself have this.” She swallowed thickly, willing her tears back. “Let yourself have me.”
He took in a big breath, blowing the air out slowly and closing his eyes, like he was trying to block her out. His jaw ticked with how hard he was grinding his teeth together.
When he opened his eyes again it was all wrath and a little bit of pleading. “You’re going to run from this.”
“I’ve only ever run to you.” She was breathing heavily, as if in evidence of her sprint to his room just now. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fuck it,” he growled on an exhale, crashing his lips to hers.
She melted into him, and he spun her around, laying her on his bed. He pressed her between him and the mattress, his weight calming her. She pressed her bare legs into his, relishing in the contact. He kissed her feverishly, like the dam had finally broken. The aggression from earlier bled out into pure desire. She kissed him back just as fervently. Finally, he was running his hands through her hair, touching her the way she’d been aching for him to do, like she was precious to him.
“I’m right here,” she said again.
“I know,” he said, like maybe he was starting to believe her. He broke their kiss, pulling her up to stand from the bed.
“Take your sweatshirt off.” She did as instructed, a thrill running through her at the command. The fire in his evergreen eyes was back, bright in the dim lighting.
She stood before him naked, waiting for more instructions.
“We do this my way.” His voice was gravel, harsh as it left his throat, and underscored with need.
“Any way you want, Jase.”
He smirked, walking to the trunk and taking out piles of rope. “It won’t be like last time.”
“Good,” she said, anticipation tripping up her already erratic heart rate.
With one coil of rope in his hand, he slid behind her, running fingertips along her skin, raising the hair on her arms. “Hands behind your back. Clasp opposite elbows.”
Again, she did as she was told.
He unravelled the coil and wrapped one rope over her arms and around her chest, ghosting light kisses on her neck as he went. His hands guided the rope dextrously into knots at her back before he drew it back in front of her, wrapping another length under her breasts, hitching them up, his fingers trailing the sensitive skin underneath. With more knots in the back, he brought the rope over one shoulder and across her chest, under one breast and then back over her other shoulder, crisscrossing the rope so that each breast was constricted in its own space within the big X. He followed the pattern several more times, and she was completely at his mercy as he touched her freely, with no ability to move her arms from behind her .
Though his fingertips were soft, she could feel his calluses on her bare skin. She couldn’t stop staring at the muscles of his chest, the thick cords of his forearms as he moved around her. He was behind her again, and she leaned into him, his fingers running further down her stomach as her head fell to his shoulders, and he kissed her.
Then his fingers were teasing her, low on her pelvis, nearing where she wanted him to touch. His fingers were everywhere but there—her hips, her ass, her inner thighs, then back up under her breasts, teasing towards her nipples but not touching.
There was no music. All she could hear were her breaths mingling with his, and she felt the heat of it in her blood.
He pushed away from her, and she heard herself whine at the loss of contact. He went to his bedside table and changed the lighting to that sensuous red, bathing the room in it. Then he took another coil of rope and wound it around her waist, twice, before pulling it down her thigh, wrapping her leg up. He repeated the same pattern on her other leg, creating a harness of interlacing rope so tight around her legs that she could feel her ass cheeks hanging over the rope in the back.
He brought the last two pieces right into the crease of her hips, pushing the lips of her pussy out from the pressure. His fingers trailed everywhere the rope went, and her skin was alight with sensation.
He was behind her again with more rope. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but he was quiet as he worked, running his tongue up the side of her neck, and she moaned over his breaths.
Jason stood up on the bed, and she watched him reach his long arms to the ceiling, a mount she hadn’t noticed hanging up there with a chain. He ran the ropes through it and, like a pulley, he dragged her shoulders up. She was barely on her tiptoes, the rope taking almost all of her weight. Then he used another rope to secure it to the harness he’d created around her legs and hips, and he pulled that up too, so that she was floating above his floor.
He gave another yank on the rope, her hips lifting higher than her shoulders.
She was hanging there, suspended, with no effort on her part, just the dead weight of her head and legs. But then Jason was at her feet, tying her ankles and anchoring them to the suspension, too. It was like flying. And it was liberating .
He was on his knees beside her floating body, and finally, he was touching her nipples. It was an edging like she’d never experienced, enduring so much touch. Her skin was practically vibrating with the need for something more, something she just knew he wasn’t going to give her yet.
“Jason,” she gasped as he pinched her nipple. They were already so peaked and sensitive that they had their own heartbeat.
He was dominating her body with every stroke of his fingers, not even touching her between her legs, yet her whole body was on fire for him.
There was nothing to it, just more touch, like her whole body had somehow become her clit. She was so wound up that he hadn’t even needed to apply any pressure, just more light touches and teasing caresses feathered across her skin, her lips, her nipples, never nearing her entrance. He ran his fingers along her back, her ass cheeks, which were trussed up towards his ceiling. Sometimes he mirrored his touches with soft, light licks of his tongue. If she could, she’d be writhing beneath him, but she was effectively constrained.
She didn’t know how long she’d endured this. Too much blood was flowing to her head, hanging lower than her heart. But he was constant, devoted, like a man at an altar, praying for salvation.
She felt her own wetness leaking from her, begging for attention it wasn’t getting.
Finally, he got up from where he was kneeling underneath her and he stripped himself down bare. Standing beside her, his hips were exactly where she hung, perfectly aligned to her mouth .
His erection was so strained that his cock looked fit to burst, veins running up his circumference as it pointed straight up to the ceiling. He was dripping wet too, and he gripped the base of his cock, anchoring himself before swiping a finger over his crown, using his own pre-cum to rub into her nipple. She thought she could come just from that, his fingers rolling and pulling at the sensitive flesh there. He stayed beside her, focusing solely on her nipples, working her up into a frenzy of need that burned through her blood in a way she’d never experienced.
“Jason, please,” she gasped.
“No talking, sweetheart. Can I trust you? Or do I need to gag you too?” he asked, never stopping the attention he was giving to her nipples, wet from his cum.
She didn’t answer, just pressed her lips together, letting her moan hum through her body, vibrating through her cheeks.
“Good girl.” As if in reward, he kept one hand at her nipple, the other trailing her skin, rounding her ass, then from behind, swiping over her asshole and finally, he let his fingers land on her soaked pussy, tracing her entrance with light touches before trailing them to her clit.
He circled her clit and her nipples in tandem, the symmetry sending her body into overdrive. She submitted to the pleasure of it, letting it ripple through her until her whole body was one single nerve ending feeling everything together, sensation growing and growing to consume her whole being.
She shivered under the assault of her orgasm vibrating through her. It wasn’t a climax and a crashing. This was different. This was subtle, like a continuous cycle of waves lapping up on her shore, receding only for another lick of the ocean to take its place. It didn’t end. And she didn’t want it to.
He kept going as she shook in her restraints, applying more pressure, rubbing his thumb in deft circles over her clit while two fingers finally found their home inside of her, hooking for her inner walls and oscillating inside her. His other hand moved between each nipple, rolling and pulling, digging a nail into the top of the peaked skin in a way that made her scream.
“You’re doing such a good job staying so quiet for me, baby.” All his attention was on her, his own cock forgotten between his legs, still leaking his own arousal. “Look at the way you’re shivering. Can you take a little more?”
She nodded. She was simultaneously inside and outside her body. She was watching herself and feeling it all with no ability or desire to control what was happening. Fully entrenched in the ecstasy of him as he kept her going, kept edging her past the point she thought physically possible with his touches, never easing up, pleasure consuming her. Every nerve was so sensitive from all his ministrations that just another brush of his fingers and the shudder of his breath had her locked in the endless loop of sensation.
She wanted to sob. She wanted to scream or cry or moan. She didn’t even know. Had she actually come? Was she coming now? She didn’t know that either. All she knew was the aching blindness of her body on fire.
“ Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god .” She couldn’t stop the words from falling out of her mouth with every breath she took.
“I could do this to you for hours, sweetheart. Just keep you coming and coming and coming.” His voice was a lighthouse in a storm, a deliverance to a home, but she just repeated her prayers to a god she’d never met.
After an eternity, his touches slowed, and he moved behind her suspended body. “You’re mine now. Mine to do what I want with.” He pressed his thick cock into her, sliding in with ease. Gripping her by the ropes, he kept her body from swinging away from him on the suspension.
He rocked into her, so much slower than he had before, like he was savouring every moment of this. She could barely distinguish him from her, didn’t know where she ended and he began, hadn’t come down from the high he’d brought her to before she felt her inner walls flutter. Another orgasm or a continuation of the last one, it was impossible to say. She clenched around him as he kept thrusting into her with slow, languid strokes.
She didn’t know if the sound now coming out of her was moaning or sobbing. Maybe both. But he never stilled, kept going through her convulsions around him.
He came on a growl, releasing into her in hot, thick streams she could feel were overflowing, leaking out around him. The warmth between her legs just sent her even higher.
He leaned some of his weight on her floating body, catching his breath behind her, his cock still pressed to the hilt inside her as she clenched with the aftershocks. She was shaking from head to toe, absolutely wrung out from whatever the fuck had just transpired.
It had been transcendent, another dimension entirely. She could fall asleep here, fucked into oblivion. Wake up and do it all over again. Live the rest of her life, floating through space skewered on his cock.
Too soon, or not soon enough, he pulled out of her.
In the silence under her shuddering breaths, she could hear herself dripping onto his floor.
“Look at your pussy throb for me. You’re pushing all of my cum out with the way you’re clenching.” He brought his hand up to her, pushing his own seed back inside of her, and she didn’t even have the breath for another moan.
In the deep red light of the room, she wasn’t sure if she was in heaven or hell.
She was starting to think that maybe, they were the same place.
She felt sticky and sore. Her shoulders were aching from being tied behind her for hours and she could feel the burning, raw skin on her hips and chest from where the rope had been rubbing. Jason had kept her in suspension into the early morning, before finally lowering her limp body and tucking her into his bed with a glass of water. Her watch told her it was approaching evening, though she wouldn’t have known from the blackout curtains keeping the bedroom shrouded in darkness.
She groaned, rolling over in the bed and opening her eyes.
Jason was propped up against his slatted headboard, a small bedside lamp casting enough light for her to see he was reading.
“You’re awake?” he asked, a little hesitantly.
She sidled up next to him and reached for him in confirmation. “What are you reading?”
“Dostoevsky.”
“I haven’t read anything like that, but that seems to fit—pretentious and broody and tortured like you.”
“I think you’re missing romantic in that list.”
“How is a Russian novelist romantic?”
“Above all, don't lie to yourself,” he quoted. “The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect, he ceases to love.” He closed the book and pulled her to him, running a thumb over the angry red marks on her chest.
“Okay, I hear you. There may be a lesson in there for you somewhere. But how’s this for romantic? I think you actually fucked me into psychosis. I feel like I need to be admitted.”
He laughed, deep and full, and it was a glorious sound. She had to bask in the richness, closing her eyes to let it wash over her.
“We should probably shower. We smell.”
“Not yet. Your skin will burn.” He turned to his bedside table, pulling a jar from the drawer. He opened it, dipping his fingers into the congealed substances inside, gently spreading it across her tender skin .
She sniffed. “Coconut oil?”
“Mm-hmm, it helps with friction burns. Pulls some of the heat out. Where else?”
She pushed the sheets down to look at her legs, blushing when Jason’s oiled hands found her skin. It was really tender, both her burns and his touch.
“Once the inflammation settles, we can take a warm bath. It will help with some of the muscle soreness.” The we in his sentence was her victory. She felt like maybe she had just won the war. She hoped, at least, but Jason was unpredictable.
Snuggling into the crook of his arm, she watched him pick up his book again.
She ran her fingers along the muscles of his stomach, tracing each defined ab, watching them flex and his skin pebble in her wake.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s quiet company after a night of pure decadence.
Eventually, her fingers found the waistband of his sweatpants.
“I don’t think you’re ready for another round, sweetheart.” He said, removing her hand from where it had landed.
“You’re probably right. I feel like a fucking sex doll.”
He laughed again. “You’re our sex doll.”
Ours. The word rattled around in her brain, and her stomach dropped.
Oh shit. Kayden… Was he going to ask her to choose? She didn’t think she could. She didn’t want to.
He must have seen the panic in her face, because he gripped her chin, angling her face up to his, and asked, “What just happened?”
She swallowed thickly.
“I need to see Kayden.” Her words were breathy, uncertain.
To his credit, Jason didn’t look concerned. He just nodded, kissing her softly before letting her go .
She slid out of his bed, finding the sweatshirt she’d dumped on the floor lying amongst the piles of rope still littered there.
“I’ll be back… after,” she said from the doorway.
“I know,” he replied.
Corey found Kayden on the couch. She sat her aching body down on the edge of the cushion, her sweatshirt pulling up enough that the raised red skin on her upper thighs was visible. Kayden’s gaze went to the marks immediately, a quirk in his lip the only reaction he gave her before meeting her eyes again.
Deep green, like pines in winter contrasted against the snow, gazed into her soul. He knew, obviously.
“I need to talk to you,” she got out.
“Come here.” He reached for her, and she went, a weight lifting from her chest at his closeness. He brought her onto his lap, combing her tangled hair with his fingers. “Tell me.”
Hesitating only for a moment, Corey did. She told him how Jason had come into her room, how he’d cuddled up behind her. How she’d rolled over in his arms, started kissing him. How it had escalated, how he’d started fucking her. And how she’d enjoyed it. How she’d run her hands up his back while he was still inside her, fucking her fiercely. How she’d continued to run her fingers over the thick, mottled skin of his scar, and she’d finally realized she’d made a mistake. It wasn’t Kayden. It was Jason in her bed. And then she told him what had happened after.
“Are you mad now?”
“I told you before, Little Fox, I’m more than happy to share you with my brother.”
She blew out a long breath.
“You’re ours,” he said.
And then he kissed her, with the taste of his brother still lingering in her mouth.