28. Izzy
IZZY
“Fuck, it’s you,” Bayn muttered.
“Happy to see you too,” I shot back.
“How…?” Bayn asked.
“Wensuria.”
“She betrayed me?” he spat.
Yeah, this massive man really needed some sense kicked into him.
“No, she’s trying to help you,” I said, attempting to remain calm as I looked around the scene. He’d carved this new cavern by bashing it with his broken hands, then throwing himself bodily against the jagged stone. Wow. What level of rage and self-loathing did it take to do that?
“By sending you?” Bayn uttered, then gave a mirthless little laugh.
He certainly wasn’t making it easy to help him.
Or like him.
Even if my traitorous body was slightly turned on by how this man had created this cave with his bare fists.
“Yes,” I said, trying hard to keep my calm as I knelt next to him. I really wanted to tell him to shut up and let me heal him, but I had to remember my binding would enforce those words and I didn’t want to piss him off any more than I already had. I chose my words carefully.
“Would you like me to heal you?”
I reached for him and he swatted my hands away.
“I can heal myself just fine.”
“Then why haven’t you?” I asked, baffled.
It hit me: he wanted to be in pain. Fucking hell. I had a masochist on my hands. And I shouldn’t have said it, but the words slipped out. “I can think of far more pleasurable ways to get beaten up. If that’s what you’re into?”
“Fuck you,” Bayn bit out, lips curling. “I’d never let you dominate me!”
I didn’t even want to dominate him, but this man brought out the sass in me.
“If you don’t want to be my bitch, then don’t act like one, and get yourself together!”
He snarled, even as he healed himself. He seemed to fight it the entire time, and I realized…. I’d told him to get himself together and the binding was making him do it.
Fuck! This was so damn complicated with that binding in place.
“Stop,” I said and he did, breathing a little easier.
I sat back, though there was no comfortable place to sit nearby, all the rocks jagged and uneven.
“We need to talk. Work some shit out. Well, I need to work some shit out so I can release you from that binding. Now, will you help me? Will you talk to me? Or are you going to be a fucking asshat?”
“What do you need to work out?” he asked, clearly not wanting to speak to me at all.
“Feelings and shit.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Yeah, I don’t want to either, but if you want to be free, then that’s the price!”
“Can’t you leave me in peace for a bit?” he grumbled.
“No! We don’t have time for you to sulk. We need to get this shit sorted so we can figure out how to win over the titans.”
“If I can’t, you definitely won’t!”
“Maybe we can!” I shouted back. Ugh! Why was this man so damned stubborn and infuriating?
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Bite me!”
He lurched up and came to me. Lifting me off my precarious little seat, both hands around my waist. He seemed to like doing that. And a part of me liked it too, those massive hands easily encircling my not-so-little form.
“What…?” I squeaked, trying to figure out what had come over him.
Then he raked his teeth over my neck.
Oh fuck.
I’d told him to bite me!
“No! You don’t—” My words were cut off, replaced with a grunting moan as Bane bit the base of my neck, not too hard but definitely breaking skin.
And for some reason — probably from Myel feeding off me all those times during sex — that pierce of pain felt divine.
Pleasure surged through my body, instantly hot, extremely bothered.
Not what I should be feeling right now!
“Fuck me,” I moaned… then realized too late what I’d said.
One of Bayn’s hands stayed gripping my waist as his other slid down and tore my pants and panties off with one vicious yank of cloth.
“No!” I cried out even as my body said yes, yes, yes! The brutal act of ripping my clothes away made every part of me light up with arousal. My core flooded, even as Bayn ripped open his own pants.
And there it was.
Oh God!
Oh, blessed lord above…
…and all the angels…
…and demons…
…and fucking hell that thing was HUGE!
When I’d felt his cock pressed to my belly previously, I recall thinking it felt like a wine bottle, that thick and hard. It wasn’t quite that big, but it was damned close.
And I didn’t have much time to react as he brought his hand back to my waist, then positioned me over that thick mass of man-flesh.
I probably had the time to shout stop… but I didn’t. A part of me wanted this so damned bad. The big, rough, bad boy, taking me, making me his.
Hey, maybe this will resolve all that awkward sexual tension and allow me to break the binding?
However, since I didn’t want him to break me open on that huge cock, I quickly used my nymph abilities to adjust myself, down there.
And even with that, when Bayn pushed me down onto him while thrusting up. The extreme stretch of my should-have-been-looser core instantly took my breath away. Then he pushed deeper, pressing me down on him, filling me. His cock slammed home, deep inside me, making my body sing with bliss.
I cried out, or I would have, no sound came out. My mouth gaped in a noiseless scream, my eyes crossed, my head lolled back, body going utterly limp… except for my legs, which instinctively wrapped around him.
I’d told Bayn to fuck me, not make soft passionate love to me, and he followed my instructions to the letter: hard, fast, raw fucking.
No man had ever been this rough with me. There was usually at least some tenderness in the act. And this brutal bashing of loins, along with the supreme stretch of my body around Bayn’s massive cock, made this a rather shocking experience. Shocking but damned sexy and divinely delicious.
It was every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. I’d been coming since he’d crashed into my cervix that first time, and every repeated collision of his dick against me exploded pleasure through me.
Again.
And.
Again!
I hoped Bayn was getting something out of this, because I was riding a high I’d felt only a few rare times in my life. Myel and Rook together had given me this star-bursting level of bliss.
I lost time. I had no clue how long Bayn ravaged me, only that it was sinfully divine and I loved every sexy second of it.
I was brought back to myself when Bayn let out a savage roar and the impossibly large cock inside me swelled, then pulsed as he planted himself deep and caveman grunted his way through a long release.
Some distant — still functioning — part of my brain made a connection.
Wensuria had said it had been someone close to Bayn who’d betrayed and humiliated him and given his rather vehement objection to being dominated, I guessed it had been a woman.
I also guessed he hadn’t had many women since, because he seemed to be draining all of his pent-up blue-balls into me.
And even after his dick had stopped throbbing and pulsing, it took both of us a while to come down, panting and huffing.
I couldn’t speak for him, but I felt the strangest mix of embarrassment and utter fulfilment.
Neither of us had wanted this, and yet we’d also both desperately needed it.
Yet another unfathomable paradox, which seemed to define our messed-up relationship.
“So… now… can we… talk… feelings?” I asked through heavy breaths.
Bayn grunted a laugh, but looked away from me, lifting me off his cock and setting me down. I couldn’t stand, wobbling on my feet and finding part of the cave wall to uncomfortably lean against. I reached down and cupped my sex, groaning softly at both the ache and the extreme loss.
“Did I… hurt you?” Bayn asked as he turned away, heading deeper into the cave. He punched stone again, sending massive chunks flying.
“Best… pain… ever,” I managed to say. “No regrets.”
He looked back, confused, brow furrowed. Then he seemed to finally see me and he blinked. His cock, which had been slowly lowering, shrinking — even if it was still huge — twitched and rose again.
I gave a pathetic little sound. “I may need to wait a second before another round.”
He gave a forced little laugh.
“But you…? I… Did you…?” He shook his head.
I too was a bit lost for words.
His remaining wounds closed, he finished healing himself. Maybe that meant he was ready to talk.
And all it had taken was sex, which we’d both not anticipated but perhaps we’d needed, to work some things out?
We’d see.
But first, I needed pants, my old ones were shredded.
I could send Koar running to get some, so I wouldn’t have to walk through campus like this, but first…
…I’d have to explain it to Koar.