Kairus
I contracted and released my fists at my sides as I stared down at Azeira tied to the bed. Seeing her helpless in a panic sent a delicious rush through my body. Every atom inside of me was standing at attention and the excitement inside me increased the longer I watched her.
She must have thought her behavior the night before was acceptable and that I had no knowledge of it, but she was about to learn how wrong she was. Knowing she went to a club and allowed some guy to touch her sent fury through my veins. It was worse seeing that the two looked familiar with one another. I thought I had made myself clear that no other man was to touch her, but obviously she needed a refresher.
Azeira stared up at me with frightened, confused eyes. She attempted to pull against the ropes that confined her arms and legs to the head and footboards. I reached down and snatched the sheets off her body. I had stripped her down to nothing before I tied her up. She didn’t even budge. My eyes raked down her body. Her chest rose and fell slowly. Her breathing was shaky.
“ please,” she begged.
One corner of my mouth rose at her pleas. It made my stomach twist with a dark desire, fed the beast inside me, clawing to come out. Reaching into my back pocket, I pulled my knife out and flicked it, displaying the blade. Azeira’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
I lowered the knife and ran it up her leg. She trembled under the blade.
“I had so much faith in you, Beauty, you know that right?” I finally said. The blade rested on the top of her mound and I tapped it a couple times, waiting for her to answer.
“Wh-wh-what are you talking about?” she stammered.
“When I agreed to your friend bringing you home, I thought you would know not to try anything funny, but I was wrong. You failed.” I dragged the flat part of the blade across her clit, making her whimper.
Her brows scrunched. “Failed? What are you talking about?”
My eyes cut into slits. “The test! You failed the test!” My voice boomed and I lifted the knife. “Not only did you go to a club, but you allowed another man to touch and kiss on you… again. ”
She blinked rapidly and shook her head. “No, it wasn’t like that.” She struggled against the ropes. “We only went out to celebrate my mom’s surgery being successful.
“Liar,” I snapped, feeling enthusiasm burning through my veins. My nerves twitched and blood swirled in my head. “You thought I wouldn’t find out what you did. But I told you, I see everything!”
My jaw clenched. Memories played of watching her from the shadows. She smiled and grinned in the guy’s face like she had no cares in the world, as if I hadn’t claimed her as mine and mine only.
“Were you following me? Did you only allow Jatavia to take me home to test me?”
I grinned crudely. “I don’t have to follow you to always know where you are. Even if I’m not around, I’m still aware.”
Confusion filled her face. Her forehead creased and her brows crinkled. I could see her trying to decipher my words. “You didn’t do anything to Koby, did you?” Her voice trembled. “He didn’t know!”
“But you know.” I stepped toward the bed and brushed her breast with my knife. Her nipples hardened instantly and her breath staggered. “And now you have to live knowing another man had to pay for your actions.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but instantly snapped it closed. Azeira didn’t know I didn’t kill the man, but he was severely beaten and left in some random alley afterward. If he recovered from it was of no interest to me.
“Why?” she choked out with tears building in her eyes.
My anger boiled. My grip on the handle of the knife tightened. “Are you crying for him?” My voice shook with fury. My body was hot.
“No, I just don’t want anyone hurt because of me,” she choked out.
Moving my knife to the center of her chest, I slowly dragged it down the valley between her breasts. She hissed when I nipped her perfect skin and swallowed roughly.
“Let me tell you a story.” I twisted my head and narrowed my eyes.
“A story? I don’t want to hear a story.” Her voice grew a tad bit bolder.
I cut just under her breast and used the blade to smear the blood. “You will listen.” By now my nerves were twitchy and my sight was on destruction.
Azeira’s eyes dilated and her tongue dragged over her bottom lip. I grinned.
“From a young age I knew I was different from other kids. My IQ was higher than kids my age and by the fifth grade I had the math skills of a senior in high school. My father learned of this and noticed how numbers came easily to me. I enjoyed solving math problems for fun until he took them away from me.” My mood darkened. “He wanted to groom me for the family business and use my love of numbers to make him even more money. See, my father used his fists as a way to keep me in line. Rule by fear was his number one rule because fear equaled respect.”
Now I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Laying my knife on the bed, I lifted my hand and brushed it over her cheek. My thumb rubbed across her bottom lip. She stuck her tongue out and swiped the top of my thumb, causing my nostrils to flare.
“I quickly learned that he got off on the terror he caused me, so when I stopped reacting to the beatings, then came the whipping.” My teeth gritted remembering the lashes across my back, the sting of the whip, and the smell of blood that used to fill the room. I snatched my hand from her face. Her eyes softened as she watched me. “Eventually I learned to mask my emotions with those too. Do you know how it feels to be ten years old, knowing you had a beating coming just because your father had a bad day? Or because he felt like you didn’t take him seriously so he had to show you who the man of the house was? It was truly a time.
“Now dear old dad was upset once the whips stopped affecting me. He knew that eventually I became numb to his ways and would become a shell of myself in order to handle it. Eventually I came to despise numbers because my dad turned them into a weapon against me. As a kid I also loved music, well not music but musical instruments. It didn’t take long for me to learn to play or read sheet music. It became the escape I needed in the madness. I made the mistake of letting Dad know that was my weakness. So while the beatings stopped, the torture didn’t. Dad started taking my instruments. He didn’t care how much I cried and begged for him not to, all he did was laugh in my face and destroy them in front of me.
“So you see, Beauty, now I feel like I have to be selfish with my things. I don’t take kindly to anyone who threatens to take what’s mine away from me. That’s why my music room is my sanctuary and I keep all my instruments in top working condition, because they calm and center me, and you…” I paused and leaned forward with my tongue out, swiping it across the blood trickling from the cut. She moaned and her stomach quivered. I sucked the spot then dragged my tongue over her breast until I reached her nipple and pulled on it with my teeth. “You have become something else I’ve become selfish over.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. No kid should have had to experience that,” she said lowly.
Azeira shivered as my breath brushed over her nipples. I flicked my tongue over her bud and moved one of my hands between her legs. She was soaked. I thumbed her clit and watched her face twist with pleasure.
Abruptly I removed myself from her. Now she was panting and eyeing me. Her eyes were clouded with lust.
Placing the knife on the bed, I stood and began stripping out my clothes. Once naked, I climbed back on the bed and got between her legs. Laying on my stomach, I nuzzled my face into her center, inhaling her scent and burying my nose in it.
“So sweet,” I growled, licking up her essence.
“Ah!” she moaned and jerked against the ropes. I gripped her thighs and assaulted her with my tongue. She begged me to free her but I refused.
“Are you mine, Beauty? Tell me you’re mine,” I commanded, sucking her pussy into my mouth.
Her words came out inaudible and her legs trembled at my sides. Spreading her pussy lips, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it roughly.
“Are you mine?” I questioned again, lifting and slapping her pussy. Azeira’s body jerked and she whimpered. Her cheeks flushed and her hands balled into fists.
“Answer me!” I slapped her pussy again and lowered my head to suck her clit.
“Yes!” she cried, thrusting her hips up as much as she could.
My tongue circled her clit and I pushed two fingers inside her. Her walls instantly clamped around them. She was soaked. Her moans grew louder.
“Please. Please,” she begged after cumming for a second time.
“Please what? Tell me.” I moved my tongue to her opening and slid it in and out of her.
“Can’t cum again,” she whimpered.
Ignoring her I continued the assault with my mouth, loving how she tasted on my tongue. Azeira on my tongue sent a high through me as if I had taken a hit of the purest cocaine. It wasn’t long before Azeira was cumming for a third time. Licking my lips, I sat up and moved up the bed to the table near it and grabbed the pink toy. A grin spread on my face as I moved back between her legs.
“Let’s see how you do against this,” I said lowly, hitting the side button. Her eyes drooped and she tugged on the ropes.
“Please, I can’t,” she cried out and body shot up when I placed the vibrator against her clit. Lowering my head, I dragged my tongue over her lips, sucking them into my mouth.
“Oh god.” Her legs trembled next to me.
“Now tell me you won’t allow another man to touch you. Promise me.” I lifted my head and shoved two fingers in her again. I fucked her viciously with my digits, moving them in and out of her roughly while turning the vibration up. I watched her as she attempted to shrink away from me but she was trapped. It brought me pleasure pushing her to her limits.
“Promise me,” I gritted.
My dick was painfully hard, begging for relief. My balls felt heavy and achy. I licked my lips, collecting the rest of her juices. My fingers curled forward.
“Shit!” she shouted and arched up. Her walls clenched and her body trembled.
“I promise. I promise,” she cried with tears running down her face.
A taunting grin formed on my face. Slowly I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth, sucking her off of them.
She panted heavily with her eyes closed and mouth slacked. I had made her cum four times back to back and wasn’t done with her.
“Now…” I dropped the vibrator on the bed and picked my knife up. “I recall a couple weeks ago, you lost a bet. Do you remember?”
Her lashes fluttered and she stared at me from under heavy lids. Slowly, she bobbed her head.
I zeroed in on the cut I had just given her. More blood rushed to my dick. “I’m ready to cash in.”
She struggled to keep her eyes open as I lifted the blade and studied it.
“Wha-what are you gonna do?”
I scaled her skin, trying to think of the perfect place. “I want everyone to know that you belong to me and it’s only one way to show that.”
She blinked rapidly and her eyes moved wildly around the room. “What do you mean?”
I lowered the knife to her bare stomach. “I think this will be the perfect place.” Her eyes widened when she realized what I meant.
“.”
“Mhm?”
“What are you gonna do?”
Ignoring her, I stood and left the room. It was time for me to stake my claim so anyone who came near Azeira knew she was off limits.
Going into my bedroom, I walked to the closet to grab the bag that had what I needed inside. I had been waiting for the perfect time to put the equipment inside to use. Adrenaline soared through me at the thought of permanently marking Azeira. My veins vibrated with excitement.
I left my room, my dick growing harder, leading the way, bouncing with each step.
Once back in her room, I went back to where I was sitting and sat down, placing the bag on the bed next to me.
“, what are you about to do?” Her voice trembled.
Flicking my eyes up to meet hers, I stared at her blankly. “I’m about to brand you.” I turned toward the bag and removed the tattoo machine.
Her eyes ballooned. “What? No!” She shook her head quickly.
I smirked. “If only what you wanted mattered.”
She inhaled a sharp breath. “Oh god,” she cried. “Do you even know how to use that?”
I grinned and brushed my hand across her skin. “Don’t worry, Beauty, I would never destroy something so beautiful.”
Standing, I emptied the bag so I could get set up. “As long as you don’t fight me, everything will go smoothly.”
My hips swung wildly and sweat beaded on my forehead as I fucked Azeira. My eyes locked on my name that was now across her right hip bone. I tattooed it in black ink but it was currently red and swollen.
.
Seeing my name branded on her made my heart thunder. Possession like I never felt before swirled inside me. I thought Azeira would fight me but she took the tattoo like a champ. Pleasure rushed through my bloodstream and up to my throat, choking me.
“So fucking beautiful,” I growled, lifting my hand and brushing it over the tattoo. I pushed deeper inside her. She winced then moaned. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I wasn’t gonna last long, I knew that. As soon as I finished the “s” in my name, I hurried and entered her. “Next I want my last name on your ring finger,” I told her.
Leaning over I sucked her breast and dragged my tongue up to her neck, sucking on her flesh. Her sweat invaded my taste buds.
Blood surged from my fingertips to my toes at the thought. “Would you like that? My last name on your ring finger? Tell me!” She moaned loudly as I fucked her rougher. Her lips quivered in unspoken passion.
“Yes. Do it!” she cried out loudly.
My body vibrated with liquid fire. I sank my teeth into her neck as my balls drew up. “Beast!” she bellowed and shook under me. Her pussy clenched my dick, milking it dry of my cum. My fingers sank into her hip.
“Shit,” I gritted, closing my eyes and panting. I pressed my lips against where I just bit. Kissing my way up, I found her lips, moved my hand to the front of her neck, and gripped it tightly as I drank the sweetness of her mouth. She whimpered against my mouth as my tongue explored the recesses of hers.
I couldn’t get enough of Azeira. When I thought I had enough of her, I needed more. I could feel her heat pounding inside her. I knew her body had to be exhausted. For the past two hours I had pushed her limits, but she took it all without complaint.
“Perfect, fucking perfect,” I growled, licking her mouth nastily and lifting.
She watched me but didn’t speak. She could barely keep her eyes open.
Slowly, I pulled back. My dick slipped out and she whimpered lowly. Silently I began untying her, making sure to rub the areas where the ropes were to bring the circulation back to them. The areas were now red, chafed, and bruised. It was a picturesque sight.
She hissed as she lowered her arms while I worked on her legs. I knew her joints had to be sore.
Once she was untied, I stood and raked my eyes down her body, lingering on my name. It looked good against her smooth caramel skin that glowed with sweat. Her once blemish-free skin was now marked by my hands. It made my soul spark and come alive.
Leaning down I outlined the tips of her breasts with my fingers and she shook under my touch. A sigh left her mouth.
Azeira was my perfect match, beautiful on the outside and twisted on the inside. The perfect catalyst that calmed the raging beast within me.