Chapter 11
Hook
Tink doesn’t want to stay here. It doesn’t mean anything. There are dozens of reasons for that to be true, and none of them reflect on how she feels about me. I don’t give a fuck. Tonight she’ll be in my bed. Tonight, and every other night, stretching out into the future.
At least until this ends.
She climbs to her feet, and I reach out to steady her. She shies away before I make contact. “I’m fine.”
Of course she is. She’s always fine, always determined to do it on her own.
I understand, at least in theory. For years, she had no independence of her own, her will crushed under Peter’s thumb.
She gained plenty of strength while living here.
It stands to reason that she won’t want to give any of it up, even on the small battles.
“Letting people help you isn’t a sign of weakness. ”
“Isn’t it?” She steps back, her eyes downcast, and pulls the blanket more firmly around her. “Let’s just go.”
I broke down barriers with this scene. I fucking know I did. But here she is, building them back up as fast as she can. If we leave now, she’ll retreat. By morning, we’ll be farther away than we started today.
“Tink.” I love the way her name feels coming out of my mouth. Like a secret, sinful and dark.
I love her reactions even more.
She spins on me, a finger raised to poke my chest. “You heard me when I said—”
I catch her wrist and bring the offending finger to my mouth. Her jaw drops as I suck hard for a moment before releasing. “We’re not done.”
“The hell we aren’t!”
I walk to the couch and drop onto it, watching her all the while.
Her glare is something truly outstanding to behold.
I motion to the door. “You want to leave? Leave. I’m sure you’ll find somewhere to go.
” It’s more than a little cruel to remind her that she needs me, but I’m feeling more than a little cruel right now.
If Tink would take a moment to look around and gauge the situation, she’d see that I’m not the enemy.
I’ve never been the enemy. Not hers, at least.
Fuck, for once, I just want her to see me.
She gives a truly impressive snarl. “I’m not crawling to you.”
“Not tonight. But you will—and soon.”
“How is there any space left in this room with your ego?”
I crook a finger at her, enjoying the way her brows slash down in response. “Come here.”
“Fuck off.” Despite her words, she crosses the distance between us in hesitant steps, as if her body and mind are at war.
I take her hand and give a tug. She rolls her eyes, but allows me to pull her down to straddle my lap.
I hold her gaze as I smooth my palms up her thighs to her hips.
She looks like she wants to tell me to fuck off again, but she’s already going soft beneath my touch.
I press my fingers to the small of her back, urging her closer until her hips are flush against mine.
“Tell me your favorite part of tonight.”
“I’m not really into recaps.”
I nip her bottom lip, hard enough that she gasps against my mouth. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Fine.” She shifts against me, rubbing against my cock and shivering. “I …”
The truth wars with lies, all of it right there on her face for anyone who cares to look.
It’s a testament of how rattled she still is, because normally she hides her thoughts better than this.
“Close your eyes.” I wait for her to obey to continue.
“Now. Stop thinking so hard and tell me what you favorite part was.”
“Your hand on the back of my neck.” Her voice comes out soft and slow. “Knowing that you directed everything they did to me. The fact you kept me tethered even in the midst of it all.” Her eyes fly open. “I mean the three cocks. The three cocks were my favorite.”
“Mmmm.” I resume my slow stroking, enjoying the ability to touch her however I please. She’s rocking against me, ever so subtly, but I doubt she’s aware of it. “It strikes me that you had three cocks and only one orgasm.”
She narrows her eyes. “It was one hell of an orgasm.”
“Yes. It was.” It had been downright fucking glorious to witness.
Tink, shattered to pieces between three other people.
Even with my cock shoved down Gaeton’s throat, it’d rocked me to my core.
Knowing I was the cause, the one who’d orchestrated her pleasure …
That was what drove me over the edge to my own orgasm.
I nudge her up a little and slip a hand between her thighs. “Tender?” Gaeton isn’t a small guy, and he wasn’t holding back earlier. None of them were.
“I can take more.”
Her eyes flutter as I slide three fingers into her pussy.
“You will. Not tonight, though.” I stroke her slowly, watching her expression as I explore her.
“Tonight was a special occasion for obvious reasons.” I press the heel of my hand against her clit.
“The next cock you’ll have is mine. All you have to do is ask. ”
She braces her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging in the tiniest bit as she rocks against me. “I’m never going to ask.”
“Yes you are.” I ignore her restless moving, a silent demand that I pick up my pace. “And when you do, I’ll let you ride me. Or I’ll bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you until you see the face of god.”
Her breath hisses out in a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Bold words.”
“True words.” I still my touch.
Now she truly does whimper. “Please. Don’t leave me hanging again. I can’t stand it.”
I use my free hand to move us, toppling her down onto the couch and settling on top of her.
“I won’t leave you hanging for the rest of the night, beautiful girl.
” I don’t usually like playing the orgasm deprivation game, but it has its purposes.
Like tonight, blending with the pain delivered by Malone and Beast, prepping Tink to take all three of them.
I can’t help kissing her. I don’t even bother to try to resist the impulse. I simply take her mouth. Part of me expects her to fight this like she’s fought everything else up to this point, so I’m surprised when she digs her hands into my hair and wraps her legs around my waist.
Maybe that’s why I forget myself and sink into the feeling of her tongue tangling with mine. Kissing her feels like coming home, which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, but I’m too drugged on the taste of her to question it.
With her heels digging into my back, I thrust against her. I’d give anything in this moment to not have these fucking leather pants on, but a promise is a promise, and letting lust drive me is a mistake. Tink will try to top from the bottom if I give her an inch of leeway.
That’s why I break the kiss. I could spend hours memorizing the taste of her, the feel of her, but every second pushes me closer to forgetting myself.
I can’t allow it to happen.
Her whimper is music to my ears, and I waste no time sliding down her body and pressing her thighs wide. She’s wet and pink and perfect, and my first lick is heavenly.
“Oh fuck.” Her fingers touch my hair, but she hesitates.
She’s waiting for permission.
I lift my head enough to hold her gaze. “Hang on to me, beautiful girl. You’re going to need an anchor before I’m finished with you.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. She digs her fingers into my hair and lifts her hips to my mouth.
My second taste is even better than the first. I let myself sink into exploring her, my entire being focused on what touches draw that breathy little gasp from her lips.
And then I keep doing it until she’s shaking and trying to wrap her thighs around my head.
I keep her spread open and pinned in place, loving the way she pushes against me as she tries to ride my mouth.
When she comes, it’s with a soft cry that’s so vulnerable, I want to gather her up and shield her from the harshness of the world.
A foolish desire, even if it wasn’t concerning this woman.
No one is safe from the world, especially if they’re in my bed.
Tink least of all. I’m part of the reason she’s not safe.
I’ll hurt her. Not physically—I’ll cut off my right arm before I raise a hand to this woman—but I’m intentionally putting her in a position where she’s in danger.
Some days I wonder if I’m actually better than Peter, or just a different shade of monster.
I move away from her clit, gentling my touch and letting her come down. I’m not finished yet. I need to escape from the shadows flicking through my mind as much as she does tonight. From the way her fingers flex in my hair, she’s more than willing to meet me every step of the way.
Good.
I wait for her breathing to settle a little, and then I begin again. I play with her pussy until she’s sobbing and writhing, until she’s not thinking of anything but me. Not fighting. Not the future. Nothing but the slow slide of my tongue against her clit.
“Jameson.”
There she is.
I move up her body and shift so I can cup her pussy. It’s not meant to drive her back up again. It’s a claiming, pure and simple. “Every time you fight me, I’m going to make you come so hard, you can’t see straight.”
She blinks those big eyes at me. I’m gratified when it takes her two tries to speak. “That’s a really shitty punishment.”
“Is it?” I trace her opening with my middle finger. “I don’t care where we are, Tink. I don’t give a fuck who’s around. I’ll shove up your skirt and suck that pretty little clit of yours until you’re a sobbing mess.”
Another of those slow blinks. “You wouldn’t.”
“Test me.” I have no shame, and she should know that by now. Playing this game with her is more than worth it.
“I …” She frowns and licks her lips. “We’re going to fight about this later.”
“Then you’ll be riding my face later.” I press a soft kiss to her lips, tracing the path her tongue just took. “Let’s go home.”
She tenses, but relaxes as if deciding it’s not worth the effort of arguing. “Okay.”
I climb off her and take a second to adjust my cock. Her gaze follows the movement, but I shake my head when she opens her mouth. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Think about what?” She sits up and hell if the sight of her doesn’t take my breath away.
She’s naked, her hair a tangled mess from all the fucking, her pale skin flushed from desire.
She’s perfect. She catches me checking her out and spreads her legs a little, giving me a good look of where I had my mouth just seconds ago.
Tink’s hand drifts down. “Think about how hard your cock is? About how good it’ll feel to be filled by you?
About you fucking me until … What was it you said? Until I see the face of god?”
“Tink.” I sink enough warning in my tone for her hand to stop its descent. “You touch your pussy without permission and I’m going to put you over my knee and paddle your ass.”
She freezes. “You’re shitting me. You don’t get to decide when and how I touch my own goddamn pussy.”
“You heard me.”
“You bastard.” She says it slowly, almost wonderingly. “What if I decide coming is worth a little spanking?”
I’m on her before she can react. I grip the back of her neck and shove three fingers into her.
“This pussy is mine, Tink. Mine. I will take care of it—take care of you—for as long as that’s true.
” I fuck her ruthlessly with my fingers, and her eyes flutter as she fights the pleasure.
“If that means I pass you around until you’re covered in other men’s orgasms like the little cum slut you are, then I will make that happen.
If it means fucking you morning, noon, and night until you can’t see straight, I will do it happily.
If it means strapping you to a sex saddle until you come so many times, you pass out, I’ll enjoy the fuck out of it. ”
“Oh shit.” She loses her battle with desire and grabs my biceps, holding on as she comes again.
I force myself to still, to not keep going until I’ve worked out my frustration on her pussy. It takes a few seconds longer than it should, but I finally release a pent up breath and ease out of her. “I will take care of you, beautiful girl. But you will follow my orders. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.
“Good girl.”
I dress Tink in leggings and a black sweatshirt that has a picture of Krampus printed on the front, both provided by Meg when I left the room earlier. Tink just watches me like a deer looking down the barrel of a rifle at a hunter, unable to quantify the threat.
I could save her the trouble and tell her my plans. I won’t. As unsure of me she is … The truth is that I can’t trust her either. Not beyond her hate of Peter and her lust for me.
Socks and boots follow, and then I stand and pull her to her feet, keeping a hand on her hip to ensure she stays there.
She’s still a little wobbly, which satisfies a deep, dark part of me.
I won’t deny that I want to stamp my name on her ass so she remembers who owns her, but this is the next best thing.
I take a moment to grab the dress and shoes she was wearing earlier and then it’s time to go.
The second we walk out the door, I scoop her into my arms. Tink goes rigid. “Put me down.”
“No.”
“I’m too heavy.” She flinches as soon as she says the words, but I ignore both as I stride down the hallway to the public playroom. People are in various stages of scenes and fucking, but at least a handful of eyes follow us as I pick my way through the space to the door on the other side. Good.
Let them look and know that this is real.
No matter what else is true, no matter what other lies we tell, this is real.
It just may not be till death do us part.