Chapter Twenty
Flynn
I carry her to the bedroom, kick the door open, and lay her on the bed. She curls in on herself immediately, chest rising fast, face flushed. My eyes roam her, wrists bruised, my bite fresh on her neck. And under those leggings? I already know where my fingertips have left their mark.
I should regret it, but I don’t. This is what I am.
This is what I keep buried beneath silk shirts and cold silence, and she—fuck—she presses every single button I have without even trying.
I exhale, head to her bathroom, turn on the faucet, let the warm water fill the space with heat. When I return, she hasn’t moved, and I take her arm and ease her up into a seated position. Then I kneel between her legs. Her eyes meet mine, wide, unsure, but she doesn’t speak. She just… lets me.
I slide her shirt off, slow. Then reach behind her and unhook her bra. It falls, and instantly she folds her arms, face going bright red.
She was screaming my name ten minutes ago, and now she’s shy.
I smirk.
“Leggings.”
She hesitates but obeys, moving slowly, legs still shaking.
As she peels them down, I lean in, voice at her ear. “You’re not hiding from me, sweetheart.”
I hook my fingers in her panties and slide them down her thighs. She gasps but keeps covering herself.
In one swift motion, I lift her off the bed.
“Flynn!” she snaps, her arms tightening around my neck.
“Ah—so she speaks.” I glance at her, and she rolls her eyes, blushing deeper.
I carry her into the bathroom and step into the shower, holding her against me as the water hits her skin. She exhales like she’s been holding her breath this entire time.
The bruises bloom clearer now on her thighs, the faint burn on her shoulder from the rug.
My marks.
My cock twitches at the sight. She looks wrecked and beautiful.
“Wash up, and then lie down. You need to rest.” I tell her and walk out. She doesn’t say anything, and that’s for the best, but the truth is I need more. I want more. Crave it like air.
I walk to my bedroom and grab the leather box, still in its original package, something I ordered the moment I got her to the mansion.
I pick the lube and head back. She’s still in the shower, so I sit on the chair in the corner.
My shirt hangs open, and my abs rise and fall like I just ran a marathon.
I clench and unclench my fists, eyes squeezed shut as I pull the control back.
I haven’t felt like this in years, and it’s dangerous for her. For both of us.
The water stops running. After a few minutes, she walks out, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, towel wrapped tight around her breasts, covering just enough to tease. She gasps when she sees me, eyes widening in that mix of fear and spark.
I stand up slowly and step closer. She steps back, her gaze locked on mine, pulse flickering fast at her throat.
“On the bed,” I order. She freezes, staring, so I close the gap. “Now, Autumn.” I know she wants to snap back, lips parting like she’s loading the words, but I also know her curiosity will win. It always does.
She squints, defiance flashing hot, but moves to the bed. Sits down, clutching the towel like a lifeline, knuckles white.
“Turn around, ass up.” I tell her and place the box next to her. Her eyes go wide, breath catching.
“What?” She moves to stand, but I grab her neck and push her down firmly.
“Do as you’re told, trouble.” I command, voice rough from the restraint I’m barely holding.
She shakes her head stubbornly, and I press harder on her neck, just enough to warn.
Her nails dig into my wrists, hard, cutting skin, and a rush slams down my spine, hot and electric.
She is all sweet and innocent on the surface, but she fights like a fucking cat, and it drives me insane.
Feeds that primal need to chase her, bend her, mark her like an animal claiming territory.
“Autumn,” I warn low. Her eyes meet mine, stormy with challenge. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, that ass is mine. Now you train it to take me, or I will do it right now.”
She lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering like she’s testing if I’m serious. I ease the grip, let air flood back, but my hand stays there on her soft neck, thumb stroking the pulse.
“Fine.” She finally grunts, voice tight with reluctant heat. I remove my hand and let her turn around. The towel slides down, pooling at her waist, and she presses her breasts to the mattress, body tense.
“Now ass up, knees bent, head on the mattress.” I guide her with hands on her hips, and she obeys, but I catch the fire in her eyes over her shoulder.
This will probably cost me something, but I don’t give a fuck.
She can burn this place to the ground for all I care, as long as she’s mine in the ashes.
I position myself behind and see her ass cheeks part slightly, inviting despite the tremble. I rub my hands up and down her back, slow and firm, and she shivers under the touch, skin prickling. “Now relax.”
The box sits next to her, and she watches it warily as I open it. Four plugs nestle in black silk cloth, each a different size, gleaming under the light. She gasps, body tensing again.
“Not that one.” She points a shaky finger at the biggest.
“Not now. Later.” I say coldly, voice steady even as my cock twitches at the promise. Then I take the lube out of my pocket. There are ones that numb it, but I want her to feel every bit. The stretch. The burn. The ownership.
I rub the plug with lube, coating it thick and slick, then drop a generous bead right on her ass crack and slowly rub it in circles. She lets out a little moan, breath hitching, and I smirk wide. She’s scared, pulse racing under my palm, but into this. Body betraying her with every shiver.
Good girl.
More lube on my fingers, cool and slippery. I press one in slow. Her skin resists and then opens up for me bit by bit, and she whimpers softly, the sound vibrating through her back.
“Breathe through your nose, relax, and it will be easier.” I keep steady pressure on her arse, voice low and commanding.
“That’s easy for you to say! Want to change places?” She snaps with defiance, and it takes all my willpower not to just flip her and fuck her senseless right now. My cock throbs hard at the fight in her.
“Autumn, behave and do as you’re told.” I keep going, finger piercing her tight hole deeper, inch by hard inch.
“Oh fuck.” She lets out breathless, body-tensing. “Have you ever had something stuck up your arse?” She pants heavily as I press further, knuckles brushing her cheeks.
I curve my finger inside, hooking gentle but firm, and she yelps, back arching. “Keep talking and I will make sure it hurts.”
She glares over her shoulder, eyes flashing fire even as tears prick, then presses her head to the mattress with a frustrated huff.
I watch her back rise and fall with deep, controlled breaths, shoulders trembling.
I move my finger in and out slow, rolling it around her rim to stretch her open, preparing her for what’s coming. Satisfaction coils in my gut.
I keep at it for five full minutes, patient but insistent, until she’s loosened just enough, whimpers turning to needy gasps.
I pick the plug, add more lube dripping over her arse, and remove my finger slow. Press the tip to her hole. She moans louder, arse starting to shake under my hands, muscles quivering.
“Flynn, it hurts.” She murmurs, voice small and pleading, fists clenching the sheets.
“I know, trouble.” I press more, steady. “Breathe and relax.” I wait, letting her adjust. Only the little tip has pierced through her tight ring, her body fighting instinctively.
I push harder now, firm. Her hole opens wider. I drive forward. The plug slides in with a rush. She screams muffled into the mattress, body bucking. I roll the base gently, settling it deep. She moans long and broken, and I smile darkly, triumph rushing hot.
My fingers dip lower, sliding through her folds, and I find her clit swollen and slick. She’s drenched.
“So you are enjoying this. Having your arse stretched for me.” I coo low, leaning over her back, heat to heat. One hand on the plug, twirling it slow and teasing. Other on her clit, circling painfully slow but hard, pressure building.
She moans louder now, hips starting to move on their own, pressing back desperately against my hands, chasing more.
“I can’t fuck you now. You don’t have enough room for me and the plug.” I chuckle darkly and release her clit abruptly, drawing a frustrated whimper from her throat.
“Want to come, Autumn?” I ask, biting her earlobe, teeth grazing the soft skin.
“Yes.” She pants desperately, voice cracking. “Please.”
Fuck, she’s so good at begging. It shoots straight to my cock.
“Tell me you’re mine to take. To fuck, to mark, to own.” I demand, voice turning darker, muscles coiling tight under my skin, restraint fraying.
“Flynn.” She whispers, head snapping back suddenly, eyes pleading.
I stop everything. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” She lets out a moan as I press the plug in and out slow, teasing the stretch. “To take.” She moves against me frantically, hips grinding, searching for release.
“Keep going.” I groan low, throat tight with need.
“Yours to fuck.” She is breathless, chest heaving as I move my fingers over her clit, thumb pressing hard on the swollen nub, index teasing her entrance. “To mark.” I plunge the finger deep and pump fast, hard, bruising pace.
“Oh my God.” She yells, body jerking faster, slick sounds filling the room.
“What else, Autumn?” I grunt, sweat prickling my back.
“To own!” She cries out the word on a broken moan, and I finger-fuck her relentlessly as I twist the plug in her arse.
“Such a good girl.” I coo, leaning close, breath hot on her neck, moving my fingers faster. Her moans climb louder, body tensing like a bowstring. Then she screams raw as her orgasm slams through her. Hard. Filthy. Waves crashing visible in every shudder.