Wallflower

Chapter 46

Which ‘me’ is he talking about? The one in the cell or who I used to be?

I’ve lost myself through this whole harrowing experience, and I don’t know who I am anymore.

Can my new backbone be trusted when it’s formed in a situation such as this one?

When he releases me from these chains, only to confine me in his own, who will I be then?

My quiet people-pleasing self? Or will I sicken him as I did the others?

Revelling in his momentary poisoning as I continue to take shit from him just as I have before.

Who will he be outside of these four walls?

I hate that I want to know.

“Rose?”

The concern woven through Ripley’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. Looking at him over my shoulder, I’m shocked by the worried expression on his face.

“Are you with me?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Probably shouldn’t float off to la-la land half a second after he enters me, but maybe he shouldn’t say something deep and meaningful if he doesn’t mean it. How can my mind not wander after that?

“Because I just said some off the wall shit and got no reaction from you.”

Oh… Well, fuck.

“I must’ve been blinded by pleasure. Please, continue.”

“I can’t wait to punish that smart fucking mouth,” he mumbles to himself, sliding out to the tip only to pull me back onto him with all the strength he possesses.

A quick image shoots through my mind. One of me on the bed, head hanging off the side, while he fucks my mouth hard and slow. A delightful little shiver runs through me. “Why haven’t you?”

Rip pulls out, righting his shorts as he strolls back to his bag of tricks.

Kneeling down, he rifles through it until he finds what he’s looking for, pocketing it.

“Because…” he coos, making his way back to me, “when I fuck this pretty throat so hard you cry, I don’t want the other men you’ve withheld your tears from to see. ”

Heat flushes my cheeks, and I don’t want to think of all the reasons why.

Ripley’s warm hand grips my neck, pulling me into a searing fucking kiss. I bow to his demanding touch as he steals my breath.

As abruptly as it started, it ends. He pulls away, rounding to stand behind me once more. His touch travels up my sides and over my breasts, meeting at the top of my chest. He grips the front of the lilac tank top and rips it down the middle.

He cups my breasts, rolling both nipples between his skilled fingers. His grip is firm, demanding, perfect. The pleasure shoots through me like lightning until I’m winding my hips against him.

“Are you with me?” he murmurs against my nape, feathering kisses and nips across my shoulder.

“Yes,” I reply breathily.

“Have you ever used nipple clamps before?”

I shake my head slightly, then nod.

“Yes or no?”

I shrug, just to work him up and see what will happen.

“Explain,” he growls, removing his hand to retrieve said clamps from his pocket.

“I used them on myself once.”

“Really?” His voice is light, inquisitive, as he unfurls his fingers, showing me the metal dinosaur skull clamps sitting in his palm.

“Like a little pain with your pleasure, flower?” He skillfully works my nipples into peaks, placing on one clamp then the other.

The tiny sharp teeth dig into my skin, the twinge of pain shooting straight to my core.

“Mhmm,” I whine, becoming ever more desperate to be filled.

I somewhat knew what to expect from the clamps, but this is another level. The sensation is maddening, a delicious ache paired with an intense thump. All heightened by the throb building between my legs.

“Knew it.”

Rip gathers my hair into his fist as the other travels slowly down my abdomen. I’m burning up, skin on fire, and he hasn’t even begun to dip into whatever the fuck else is in that bag.

His hand slides between my legs, fingers swiping through my slit. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me.” His fingers circle my clit, light and slow.

“Please.” My voice is a quiet beg as my hips try to follow the sensation he provides, using my body to urge him for more.

“What was that?” He tugs my head back by the hair.

“Please,” I breathe, locking my eyes on his. “Don’t you want to watch me come apart because of you?” I’m fucking baiting him and I hope it works.

Rip’s eyes fall shut for a moment and his fingers work me harder, but still just as slow.

Will he let me cum?

When he reopens his eyes, they’re darker, shimmering with satisfaction. “Clever girl,” he says before landing a hard slap to my swollen clit.

Somehow the phrase registers in my lust-saturated brain. Back to the role play then, and the reason for this whole get up. I better make it good to get what I want.

“There’s an a-ass—” The way he holds me right on the cusp of finishing is excruciating. Ripley’s fingers steal my words as my legs start to shake.

“An ass?” he chortles, soaking up the effect he has on me.

“An asset out of containment,” I finally voice the words, as his large body leans over mine, fingers releasing my hair to knead my tender breast.

“Oh yeah? Is it your hungry cunt? Does she want to eat me up?”

I nod. “Open paddock nine, let the king out.”

Rip rumbles a groan against my ear. “You want to let them fight it out? See who comes out on top?”

“We both know it’s going to be me,” I snark with a smile.

His ministrations cease, warm body abandoning me.

Ripley backs away, making me watch over my shoulder as he slowly strips for me.

Peeling off his dark grey shirt, the mangled demon tattooed on his chest watches me from behind the negative space sternum inked there, bowing to its master.

Ripley’s tanned skin is quickly becoming familiar, comforting, even though it shouldn’t be.

Slowly, he kicks his shoes off, building my anticipation.

He takes a step closer, then another. Still just out of reach, but close enough to feel the heat of him against my exposed skin. I sway my hips from side to side, taunting him.

“Fuck. Bend over, let me see that starving pussy.”

I comply, bending at the waist as far as my tether allows.

His shorts hit the floor with a soft thud as he closes in. His hardness brushes against me, and my entire being tightens in excitement.

“Hold tight, I won’t be gentle,” he whispers.

“Ruin me.”

A smile splits his handsome fucking face, and my stomach dips through a roller coaster of emotions.

One hand grips my hip, as the other holds his erection steady at my centre. “Welcome…to Jurassic cock,” he purrs.

I’m about to laugh, digging my teeth into my cheek to refrain, but then he slams into me hard, deep, violent, and all my thoughts scramble.

Ripley presses into me until it hurts in the most perfect way. Drawing back out slowly, he groans, “You should see the way you make my dick shine. Are you sure you can hold out longer than me?”

“Listen, you cocky motherfucker—” my retort is cut off when he fists my hair, yanking me up from the bent over position. His roughness has me tightening around him and I know he feels it as his cock throbs in response.

“Sorry, flower, I couldn’t hear you bent over and stuffed full of my dick.”

I roll my eyes.

“What were you saying?”

My back is arched almost painfully as I’m immobilized, impaled there on his cock, silently begging for him to move.

“Fuck me properly, and you might win.” His face contorts dangerously, a monster inside him rising to the challenge.

Giddiness thrums through me. “What? Don’t think you can do it?

Come on, Rip, show me what you’re made of.

” I don’t know what I’m taunting him for, or what I’m hoping will happen.

Maybe something I’ve only dreamed about since every fucking man before Ripley has been heavily vanilla and into kink-shaming.

Except for Sam. But fuck that guy. I might not even leave if he showed up telling me he was ready to run.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he finally rasps.

“I’m not an idiot. I know what I want, or at least what I’m willing to try. Now fuck me like I know you can. If it’s too much, I’ll scream dinosaur.”

“Dinosaur?”

I nod. “I can’t imagine that will come up organically.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That shocks me. I’d have bet my life on that being exactly what he wanted—the whole point of him coming to Bleakcrest. “Really?”

Slowly he pulls out, then pushes back in. The tantalizing warming sensation tingling through me, rolling my eyes back in pleasure. His hand grips the back of my thigh, lifting it so my knee rests on the footboard, spreading me further. “Not right now,” he finally answers, picking up the pace.

His muscular arms wrap around me, tightening possessively like they did that first day. His heavy breaths fan across my skin as he grips me, expletive whispers slipping from between his lips with every thrust.

Rip’s left arm is banded across my chest, slamming me down on his cock each time he drives forward, as the fingers of his right hand find my clit once more.

Suddenly, a sharp wail pierces the sound of our breathy exhales.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“No, what’s happening? Why is there an alarm blaring?” Fuck, is something going on out there? Is my sister safe? A whirlwind of negative thoughts swirl. Anyone could have a vendetta against Maximus. Are they coming for him?

“It’s my phone, forget about it. It’s not important. Drown it out.”

“Turn it off.”

“I’m not fucking stopping, Rose.”

“It’s annoying,” I counter.

Ripley’s hand moves from my shoulder to my mouth, smothering my complaining as he holds me tighter, fucks me harder, works my clit until I’m writhing.

“I need you to cum, flower. Give it to me. I can’t leave without it.”

He needs to leave? Well now I don’t want to cum for him at all.

I shake my head, dislodging his palm. “Then do your goddamn job and make me.”

“That fucking mouth,” he snarls, landing a sharp slap to my thigh.

“Harder.” I’m demanding, but who gives a shit. If I’m going to cum, it better be explosive.

He slaps me again, brutally, between the legs. A piercing cry breaks from between my lips.

“That’s it,” he groans, “louder.” He strikes me again in the same spot. The sensation almost tears my vocal cords and collapses my legs, but he keeps me tight to his chest, fingers finding my needy clit before the wave of pain recedes.

“Faster,” I pant. “Must go faster.”

Ripley’s hips snap, skin slapping against skin as he fucks me ruthlessly. His hand creeps up my neck, tightening just enough to hitch my breath.

Two more quick hits to my swollen nub followed by his dominating touch has the talons of my orgasm sinking in. “Look at me,” he pleads.

My eyes flutter open, head turning to take in his ominously gorgeous features.

“You’re going to win. Kiss me.”

It takes me a minute to register what he’s saying, but it pushes me over the edge when his lips land on mine and he removes the clamps from my nipples. “Let go, my flower.”

So I do.

Screaming against his lips as he rips the most intense, world-rocking orgasm from me.

His grip on my neck loosens as he crushes me to his chest. His rhythm doesn’t falter once as he fucks me through every body-quaking wave of release while finding his own.

Everything slows to a hazy stop as Rip leans over me, undoing the rope around my wrists.

He feathers a gentle kiss to my temple as he rubs at the indentations on my skin.

“You did so fucking good, flower.” His lips press harder as they travel over my flesh.

Down my neck, across my shoulder, and back again.

Mouth demanding and hungry as it never leaves my skin, Rip turns me in his hold.

His tongue sweeps over my aching nipple and his fingers sink into me.

He groans against my chest as he thrusts his cum into me.

“Can you stand?” he asks, slipping his dripping fingers from within me as he stands to his full height.

I nod, wide-eyed as fuck when he slides his fingers between his lips, savouring our flavour.

He must notice my shock and awe because the next thing he asks has me feeling inexperienced and embarrassed.

“You’ve never had someone’s tongue between your legs, have you?”

I slightly shake my head.

“We’ll fix that soon enough.”

I blush and he winks. So innocently cute and dripping with promise.

Ripley swipes up his shorts, retrieving his cell phone from the pocket and silencing the alarm. “Fuck,” he snips to himself as he rushes to put his clothes back on.

“Got somewhere to be?”

“Yes, and if I don’t hurry I’m going to be late.”

“Hot date?” I inquire lightly, trying to hide the nasty emotion twisted in my tone.

“It’s after midnight, who the fuck would I be going to see?” He pulls the shirt over his head then moves quickly to gather up the spilled contents of his paper bag of sex toys.

“You tell me.”

“It’s business.”

“Hmm,” I mumble, moving to the bedside and pulling back the covers.

Fuck, I don’t want to be alone again. Brad’s bound to show up and toss me right off the cloud I’m floating on.

“I want to stay, but I can’t.”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. You may come and go as you please. I, on the other hand, am trapped here. Made to spread my legs at the snap of your fingers.”

The obsidian pits of Ripley’s eyes lock with mine. The look he gives me sends a shiver rolling down my spine as I slip beneath the sheet.

Slowly, it dissolves away, a coy smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. He raises his hand and snaps his fingers. Rising from the floor, he makes his way toward me. Paper bag in one hand, fingers poised on the other hand, ready to make that sound again.

Ripley leans over me, hovering his lips above mine in a taunt, and snaps his fucking fingers.

“Keep that up and I’ll break them, Mr. Morgan.”

His small laugh tries to pull a smile from me, but I resist.

“I don’t think you will, you seem to like them quite a lot.”

“You’re such an ass.”

“Guilty,” he jokes, pecking me swiftly on the lips. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I wanted to whoop your ass in Go Fish.”

“Ok, bye,” I say, watching him dart to the door. “Wait… What?”

“Toodles,” he sing-songs, shooting me another wink before the door closes behind him, electronic lock sliding into place.