Chapter 87 Rhyland
Rhyland
Icome to, my head pounding like a fucking jackhammer.
What the hell happened?
I haven't felt this shitty since I was drugged fucking ages ago. That's a memory I'd rather forget.
Shadows Grasp.
I force my eyes open, taking in my surroundings, and instantly notice I'm tied up. I yank on the ropes, but it's useless. I'm weak as fuck. Even my telekinesis is out of my grasp. My mouth is drier than a bone.
That's the power with this shit—it takes away all your strength, your supernatural abilities, your energy and leaves you weak as any mortal.
I growl low in my throat, frustration and anger bubbling up inside me. This fucking bullshit hasn't reared its ugly head in goddamn eons. I'd hoped it was lost to the world, buried deep where no supernatural fucker could ever find it again. But apparently, the universe loves to shit all over me.
"Dani?" I croak out, my voice rough and strained.
How the fuck did she get her hands on this shit, and why the hell would she drug me? I'm pissed off and ready to rain down holy hell on her bratty ass. If this is her idea of getting even, she's in for a world of hurt.
I try to sit up against the headboard, but I'm as immobile as a fucking statue. Fuming, I gather what strength I have. "Danica!" I roar, my voice bouncing off the walls like a sonic boom.
The bathroom door creaks open, and I hear Dani's footsteps approaching. "No need to shout, babe. I can hear you just fine," she purrs, with fake innocence.
I can't see her from this angle; the bathroom is hidden behind me.
But then she strolls into view, and holy fuck, my cock springs to attention like a goddamn soldier.
She's wearing this black lacy corset that barely covers her luscious tits, the fabric so sheer it's practically see-through.
The corset stops at her hips, giving way to a pair of lacy black panties that hug her perfectly.
Black thigh-high stockings and a garter belt complete the look, making my mouth water and my balls ache.
"Have a nice nap, sleeping beauty?" she teases, her lips curving into a wicked grin that infuriates and arouses me. "Or should I say, sleeping beast?"
I growl, torn between lust and fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Danica? Untie me. Now."
She taps her chin, pretending to think it over. "Hmm, let me see... Nope! Don't think I will. You see, I figured it was time for a little role reversal. How does it feel to be the one all tied up and at someone else's mercy, hmm?"
"This isn't funny, Angel," I snarl, tugging at my restraints. "When I get out of these—"
"You'll what?" she challenges, arching an eyebrow. "Spank me? Punish me? Ooh, I'm shaking in my stilettos."
Dani saunters closer, her hips swaying with each step. I can't take my eyes off her, drinking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. It's taking every ounce of willpower not to lose my goddamn mind.
"You're playing with fire, woman. When I break free from these fucking ropes, I'm gonna turn that sweet ass of yours redder than a goddamn cherry."
I hate being powerless—too many memories of what that vicious bitch—the one who made me—did to me centuries ago. The feeling of being bound, helpless... it brings back shit I've spent lifetimes trying to forget.
Those memories are locked away deep where even Dani can't see them. She has no idea about the darkness in my past, and I want to keep it that way.
Dani pulling this shit has me seeing red, but at the same time, my cock is harder than fucking granite. It's a mindfuck of epic proportions.
She leans close, her lips ghosting over my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "I think it's your turn to beg, Rhyland," she whispers, with challenge.
I force my eyes shut, trying to ground myself in the present. This is Dani—my mate, my angel—not that sadistic monster from my past.
When she nips my earlobe, I have to clench my jaw to keep from groaning. Fuck, she knows exactly which buttons to push and how to drive me absolutely wild. This dominant side of Dani is sexy as hell, but I'll be damned—
"Don't get it twisted, Angel," I growl, my voice dark and dangerous. "I don't fucking beg. Ever."
She pulls back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I highly doubt that babe," she purrs, trailing a finger down my chest. The light touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake. "I think you're gonna be begging me sooner than you think."
Goddammit. You have no idea what kind of beast you've just unleashed, baby.
I tug at the ropes again, harder this time, making the whole damn bed shake.
"Nice try, babe. But those are magically reinforced," Dani taunts, wiggling her fingers to show off her light magic. Fuck me, she's thought this through.
I grit my teeth, my jaw clenching so hard I'm surprised it doesn't crack. "Dani, I'm giving you one last chance to untie me. Or I swear to god, you won't be able to sit for a week when I'm done with you."
Deep down, I know my threats are empty. But fuck if I'm gonna let her think she can pull this shit without consequences.
She ignores my warning, climbing onto the bed with all the grace of a predatory cat. When she straddles my torso, my cock strains to reach her, desperate for the heat of her pussy. I groan, yanking at the ropes again, needing to touch her, to feel her skin under my hands.
Dani bends down, her tongue tracing the lines of my tattoos before zeroing in on my nipple. She tugs it between her teeth, then soothes the sting with her tongue. I can't help but moan, thrashing underneath her like a man possessed.
"Mmm... keep wiggling like that, and I'll come before I'm ready," she warns, her voice husky with desire.
I thrust my hips up, grinding my shaft against her lacey underwear, and she gasps. "Yeah? You want to come, baby? Too bad I'm tied the fuck up and can't touch you properly."
Dani smirks. "Oh, you can still make me come, and you will."
She stands above me, her feet on either side of my hips, and slowly, torturously, pulls her black lacy panties down.
Then she moves up, positioning herself right above my face, her pussy mere inches from my mouth—my mouth waters.
"I believe you never finished your dessert," she purrs, a wicked smile curving her lips.
"And I hear licking the plate is customary. "
I don't know what the fuck has gotten into her—maybe it's all the blood I gave her, or the denied orgasms, or my venom. Whatever it is, it's got me leaking on my stomach, my balls aching, and my cock harder than I've ever been in my fucking life.
She pushes her pussy closer to my lips, and the scent of her arousal hits me like a freight train. I can't help myself—I dive in, licking a long stripe up to her clit. She moans, her head falling back as she rides my face.
I groan into her, cursing and praising her in equal measure. My hands itch to touch her, to grab that perfect ass and pull her even closer. But all I can do is lie here, bound and at her mercy, as she uses my mouth for her pleasure.
And fuck me if it isn't the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
Dani grips my hair, using it as leverage as she rides my face with abandon.
I can barely breathe, but fuck if I care.
I work my tongue the way I know drives her wild, relishing every moan and whimper that falls from her lips.
My cock throbs painfully, leaking precum at the sheer eroticism of the situation.
"Yeah, oh, fuck... just like that," Dani pants above me, her voice thick with pleasure. "I'm gonna come so hard on your face—you owe me orgasms, Rhyland."
All I can do is groan into her pussy as she grinds harder. I yank at the ropes again, desperate to touch her, to feel her. The denial only fuels my frustration, and I growl into her slick pussy.
It doesn't take long before Dani's crying out, her release flooding my mouth and coating my tongue. Her thighs clamp around my head, muffling her cries of ecstasy as she rides out her orgasm above me.
"Ohh…my god, Rhyland... fuck!" she shouts, her fingers tightening in my hair as she writhes and shakes. I swallow every drop of her sweet nectar, reveling in the taste of her pleasure.
Fuck, I've never been so turned on and frustrated, and pissed off in my life. Every nerve ending is buzzing, every muscle taut with the need to claim her—take back control. When I get out of these ropes, I'm going to bend her over and take her hard, teaching her exactly who's in charge.
"Oh, my god…I needed that." Dani shifts down my body and kisses me, our tongues tangling as she tastes herself on my tongue.
I jerk up to her closer, groaning into her mouth as I need her now more than ever. "Dani. Baby, untie me. Now."
She smirks, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Nope," she purrs, popping the 'p.' "I'm just getting started. Not until you beg, Rhyland."
I growl, tugging at the ropes. My body's still weak. Fuck, how much did she give me? "You must have lost your damn mind, baby," I snarl, my voice rough. "I. Don't. Beg."
I push down the darkness threatening to surface. This isn't about my fucked-up past—Dani has no clue what memories she's stirring up. She's just playing, being my feisty little angel, not trying to break me like that psychotic bitch did.
Dani sits up, her breasts brushing my chest as she straddles my waist. "We'll see," she teases, her eyes full of challenge.
She leans down, kissing my chest before trailing her hot tongue down to my abs, licking and nipping at each muscle and dip. I jump and grind up into her, my cock achingly hard and leaking like a fucking faucet.
"Hmm... someone is awfully eager," she purrs, nestling between my legs. "Let's see what we're working with here."
She grabs my cock, then she pauses, taking in the sight of my straining length. "Mmm…The Pleasure Pole—such a big Viking Spear you have." her voice all sexy and sultry.