Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CELESTE
“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity” - Sun Tzu, The Art of War
The ache I feel in my chest is so heavy that as soon as I get to my car, I begin to hyperventilate.
Letting out an ear-piercing scream, I slam my fists over and over on the steering wheel.
My heart breaks over again, and right now all I want is my dad.
For him, I stay strong but I can feel myself chipping away.
I need a release. I need to forget everything that was just confirmed.
Grabbing my purse that I stashed under the seat, I retrieve my phone and scroll for Alaric’s number.
Me: Where are you right now?
I need him to make me feel out of control right now. I need him to remind me that I’m still alive. He’s the only one who can keep my mind from scrambling. My phone chimes, notifying me of a response.
Alaric: I’m at my place right now grabbing more clothes. Are you okay?
Me: No. Get the room ready. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.
Not waiting for a response, I shove my phone into my purse and take off towards his apartment.
Luckily, the streets are clear, given the time of night.
I don’t even glance at the speed as I know I’m going way over the speed limit.
Luckily, there are no police in sight and the fates are giving me a pass.
I make it in record time and find a close parking spot.
I’m about to get out when I realize that I never took my gloves off from earlier events and I should probably take this top off.
In full panic mode, I look around the car and notice a duffle bag in the back.
The boys always think of everything, or Angela.
At this moment, I’m so grateful and yank the gloves off and grab the bag.
There’s a plastic bag in there, too. which is perfect cause these need to get burned.
I tried to avoid getting any blood on me but shit happens.
Quickly, I peel off my clothes and thrust them in the bag.
Changing in the front seat is definitely a challenge but I’m able to do it without hitting the horn.
Once dressed, I put the bag in the duffle bag and throw it in my back seat.
I need to remember to have the boys detail my car in the morning just in case anything is transferred to my steering wheel.
The night is chilled causing goosebumps to spread along my arms. Making quick work, I rush past the front desk and fly into the elevator.
Why the hell does he have to be on the tenth floor?
It’s pure torture standing here, waiting to see my man.
Once I finally get to the designation, I rush to the door and knock furiously.
I try to calm down so his neighbors don’t pop their heads out to the crazy woman out in the hall.
After a few moments, the door opens and I waste no time throwing myself into his arms, crashing my lips at him.
He grunts at the impact but never pulls away from me.
He picks me up by the hips and I wrap my legs around his waist as he kicks the door closed.
He carries me across the room, down the hall, right to the room I requested.
The door closes behind us and he breaks the kiss by setting me back down on my feet.
Our chests rise up and down and pure lust fills the room.
He takes a moment to look at me, really look at me.
Concern lines his face and it causes me to fidget.
I don’t want him looking at me like that.
I can’t outright say that I just got confirmation of my father’s death and I killed the guy.
I’ll break, and all I want is to feel anything but that.
“Celeste, what happened?” He moves into me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Please don’t ask me when I can’t tell you. I need you to dominate me. I need you to make me feel alive,” I beg, hoping he doesn’t push the matter.
He hesitates for a moment before he nods his head. Leaving me in my spot, he moves over to the armoire and opens up the doors. I watch him as he shuffles through the contents, looking for the items he’s going to use.
“Take your clothes off and kneel on the bench.” His voice instantly changes to this deep, dominant tone that has me clenching my legs.
I resist the urge to say, “yes daddy”, and start to strip off the layers.
Leaving them in a heap, I slowly saunter over to the bench in the middle of the room.
My knees meet the plush cushions and I immediately look up at the hook above my head.
Heat pools between my thighs at the excitement of being hung from the very contraption.
I didn’t notice it before, but the man in front of me is shirtless with cut muscles.
Those damn gray sweatpants hug his hips, giving a mouth watering view of his V.
His hair is disheveled in the most sexy way and the tattoos on his arm add a hint of edge to him.
If I was a painter, I would paint this man as he’s a true walking god. This man is all mine.
Rope in hand, he glides over to me, eyes sweeping over my body. His eyes grow dark, one second away from devouring me whole. Please devour me. Take me. Break me.
“You know the rules. If at any time you feel any pain, speak up. If your back has any ounce of throbbing or I touch a sensitive spot, you speak up. Do you understand?” he commands with mastery.
I nod vigorously, letting him know that I will heed, maybe. But he doesn’t need to know that. I’m used to hiding pain; surely I can push it aside so I can absorb every single touch, stretch, and position.
“You won’t be blindfolded this time. I want you to watch every single thing I do to you. Hold out your hands.” I obey right away, holding my arms out for him.
I watch as he wraps the rope around my arms, creating knots so intricate and precise.
The way his eyes focus and narrow when he creates each section and connects my arms together with a tight, stiff rope bar in between.
I can see how much he’s enjoying this and I don’t miss the huge erection under those damn sweatpants. My mouth waters in anticipation.
He raises my arms up and pulls the hook down connecting them together.
My body stretches up as he takes a step back to get a look at the art he just created.
Turning away from me, he goes back to the armoire and retrieves something out of the side.
Facing me, he has a feather in hand. I’m confused for a moment but I don’t let it show.
I watch every step he makes, slow and calculated.
He reaches up and traces my body lightly causing goosebumps to rise.
He traces down my arms, the swell of my breasts, down my whole body.
The feather skates between my legs, down my thighs, and back up to my sensitive spot.
God, this feels so good. It shouldn’t make me turned on but I’m so wet from a feather touch and he makes it feel so, so sexy.
“You’re absolutely beautiful. Your body was made for me and I plan to claim it over and over again,” he whispers with a husky voice.
The sensation disappears and without warning, he kicks the bench from under me and I’m free hanging from the hook causing a yelp to leave my lips.
He smirks, watching me hang like a puppet.
I can feel the pull causing stress on my back but I bite back the sting so he won’t stop before he even starts.
Kneeling right in front of me, he grabs my thighs and wraps them around his shoulder.
He blows on my clit making me squirm. A chuckle leaves his lips, finding amusement from how needy I am.
I don’t dare speak, though, that’s one of the rules.
I stay quiet no matter how tortuous this is.
Our eyes lock together as he licks up my slit with the pad of his tongue.
Once he gets his first taste, he sucks my clit into his mouth, nibbling and sucking, making me buck my hips up.
Large fingers glide up my thighs and he swirls his touch around teasing me.
Two large fingers enter me, thrusting slowly at first and then picking up the pace.
I moan in complete bliss as he assaults me with that sexy mouth and dangerous fingers.
Pure ecstasy, a high that I don’t ever want to come down from. He feasts on me like he’s starved.
“You taste so good, baby girl,” he purrs before he dives back in.
I can feel my climax peaking, making my legs tremble. A sob escapes as it builds and builds before I’m tipped over the edge. He drinks up every last drop of my cum before he gets to his feet, once again leaving me hanging. My body is limp, like I’m freefalling into a never-ending spiral.
Large hands slither into my hair, forcing me to open my eyes.
I didn’t realize they were closed until he yanks me to look up.
His lips crash into mine, tongue pushing against my lips.
I part them, allowing him to enter. I taste myself on him and don’t dare pull away.
Our tongues clash, kisses deepening with want and passion.
He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down my side, teasing me.
I can hear fabric hit the floor and rough hands back on my thigh, wrapping it around his hips.
He does the same with the other one so that I’m straddling him.
Without thinking, I squeeze my legs and pull him closer to me so our bodies are flush against each other.
This earns me a smack on my ass and I can’t hide the smug tip of my lips.
I almost want to do it again so I can be spanked but the need for him to be inside me is more important.
Gripping his shaft, he rubs the tip of his head against my slit, feeling how wet he makes me.
“Tell me what you want. I want you to beg me.” His hot breath tickles my neck.
Being a little more daring, I squeeze my legs against his hips and push myself against him, body begging for him to be inside.