21. Karolina
KAROLINA
Three Months Later
“Ifinally have you all to myself,” Brandon says with smug satisfaction. “What should I do with you now, kitten?”
I lick my lips. “You know what I want.”
Now that Logan has returned to America, we don’t have to worry about disrupting his rest with our lovemaking. I don’t know how he managed to survive that gunshot wound, but he pulled through with the help of Brandon’s private physician.
Just like I did. My shoulder has finally healed. I’m more than ready to be with him again after long months of cautious caresses.
And now, we’re safe. We don’t have to worry about anyone assaulting the manor ever again. No one will disturb our perfect happily-ever-after.
Brandon made sure Logan and I stayed in the safe room every time he left the estate to hunt his surviving enemies. He didn’t give me the details of what he did to them, but he’s assured me that the situation is handled for good.
He’ll never have to kill again, and neither will I.
He captures my lips in a fierce kiss. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I nod. “I want you to mark me. I’m yours.”
His euphoric grin hits me like a beam of summer sunlight, warming me all the way down to my toes. “You make me the happiest man in the world.”
He traces the curve of my hip, stroking my naked body as he cuddles me close in our bed. I languor in his kiss for a long while, but I start getting impatient.
I press my finger to his lips to stop him. “We can kiss more after.”
“Alright,” he agrees. “But this won’t be quick. You’ll have to wait a while.”
“Does it take a long time? I’ve never gotten a tattoo before.”
“I’m going to make sure it feels good for you.” He brushes my hair back from my brow. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You said you know what you’re doing.” I caress my own face where it’s inked into his forearm. “You did some of these yourself, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m going to make sure you experience more pleasure than pain when I brand you with my name.”
“I trust you,” I promise.
“You don’t know what that means to me.”
There was a time when I thought I’d never be able to trust him again.
Quite a few times, actually. As I worked through all the layers of his deception, the extent of his lies rocked me to my core.
But we’ve healed from that now. He was ready to sacrifice his life for mine. And I would’ve done the same for him.
“You earned my trust,” I assure him.
He kisses my forehead. “I’ll never betray it again. I’ll never lie to you, I swear.”
“I believe you.”
He won’t risk pushing me away with further duplicity. I’m confident that we’ll have complete honesty from now on.
“Give me your wrists.” It’s a gentle command, and I comply without hesitation.
He reaches into the nightstand drawer and retrieves a pair of supple leather cuffs. For a moment, the terrible memory of being suspended from my wrists in the warehouse flashes across my mind, and I can’t help flinching.
He strokes my hair. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Can you handle this?”
I lift my chin. “I don’t want what happened to change anything between us. I won’t let them take this from us.”
His lips curve in a proud smile. “That’s my brave girl.”
He carefully buckles the cuffs around my wrists, watching me intently for further signs of fear. “Say the word, and I’ll release you immediately.”
I look up into his blue eyes. “I want to change my safe word.”
He cocks a brow. He doesn’t know that I chose blue as my safe word because his eyes haunted me for the years that separated us.
There’s no darkness associated with their gorgeous hue anymore. I never want to stop looking into them, so it doesn’t make sense as my safe word for everything to stop anymore.
“What do you prefer?” he prompts.
I take a moment to consider. “Is a simple no enough for you?”
“More than enough,” he agrees.
We can still engage in our kinky games, but our connection is deeper than roleplay now. I can communicate with him naturally; I can say anything to him, share any secret.
He’ll accept me. He’ll honor my wishes.
He will never violate me.
Drawing my arms above my head, he secures the cuffs with short chains that he bolted into the bedposts for this exact purpose.
He knows what I like. Our perversions are a perfect match.
I tip my head back, seeking his mouth on mine.
He shoots me a slightly cruel grin and presses his finger to my lips. “No more kissing, remember? Wait.”
I pout. “Tease.”
“You love it.”
“I think that cocky smile is even more unbearable than your arrogant smirk,” I observe coolly.
“You make me crazy. The least I can do is return the favor.”
I huff, but I can’t quite manage to smother a pleased smile of my own.
He takes several minutes to toy with my breasts, massaging them and circling my taut nipples with featherlight touches. I arch into him with a frustrated whine.
“Wait,” he admonishes again.
“Stop edging me.”
He laughs. “I don’t think so. Unless that’s a real request?”
I bite my lip, slightly embarrassed. He’s making me admit that I want more of this slow torment.
“No,” I say breathily. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good girl.” He pinches my nipples, and I gasp at the burst of pain-tinged pleasure.
One confident hand continues to torture my breasts, and his other dips to my pussy.
“So wet for me already,” he observes, voice roughened with the edge of a hungry growl.
“I’m always ready for you.”
“You’ll have to wait for my cock, too,” he warns. “I’m going to mark you before I fuck you.”
I lift my chin in challenge. “Then do it already.”
“So impatient,” he coos. “I’ll make this good for you, kitten. You just have to suffer for me first.”
He retrieves another wicked toy from the nightstand drawer: a butterfly vibe. We’ve never used it before, but I can guess what’s coming when he places it against my clit and secures it in place with straps around my upper thighs.
He turns it on and pinches my nipple at the same time. I cry out and writhe against the cuffs. His hands close around my forearms.
“You’re going to have to stay very still for me. You can wriggle and beg for now, but once I start the tattoo, you’ll have to endure this without moving. Can you do that for me?”
It seems impossible, but I’ll do anything for him.
I nod.
He drops a doting kiss on my forehead, denying me the claim on my lips.
I’m regretting teasing him about that now. I want his mouth on mine. It would provide a sweet distraction from the incessant vibration on my sensitive clit.
I expect him to reach for the tattoo gun, but he’s not done tormenting me yet.
My eyes widen at the sight of the small, black anal plug. He’s fingered my ass before, but we’ve never played like this.
“We’re going to stretch your tight little asshole so you can take my cock one day.” He says it like an inevitability. “You belong to me. All of you.”
“Yes,” I vow. “All of me.”
He directs me to bend my knees and spread my legs, so I’m completely open to him.
He gathers up the wetness at my core and coats his fingers with it before toying with my tight bud.
Forbidden sensation lights up my body, and my clit pulses against the vibrator.
My body relaxes, and his finger slips inside me.
He takes his time with me, pumping into me slowly so I become accustomed to the light stretch.
“You’re doing so well,” he encourages. “Relax for me.”
Sweat beads on my brow, and he pushes a second finger inside me. I whine and wriggle at the sensation of fullness, but I’m not trying to get away.
His free hand presses down on my stomach, pinning me to the mattress so he can continue preparing me for the plug.
I relax on a moan, surrendering. Pleasure sparkles through my body, and I start to tremble. I’m not at the peak, but he holds me at the edge of my orgasm. Bliss suffuses my system, and my lashes flutter.
I resolutely keep my eyes on his. I don’t want to miss a moment of our time together.
He watches me like he wants to consume me. His jaw is tight with the effort of restraining himself, and his cock is hard between his corded thighs.
He’s suffering, too.
All for me.
I relax further, and his fingers pump into me faster.
When he’s satisfied that I can accept the plug, he coats it in lube and presses it against my asshole. At the same time, he turns up the vibrations on my clit. The increased pleasure makes my inner muscles contract, and my body welcomes the penetration of the plug.
He slowly works it into me, sliding the toy in with shallow thrusts.
My fingers furl into fists, nails biting into my palms as I struggle to remain still and accept the intrusion.
Despite the way he prepared me, a light burning sensation makes my pleasure ebb slightly.
He shushes me gently. “Almost there. You can take it.”
The plug settles deep inside me, and the pain disappears.
“Good girl. You’re being so brave for me.”
He kisses my inner thigh. “Stay.”
As though I have a choice when I’m bound to our bed.
But I don’t offer any acerbic comeback. I’m beyond banter. All I can do is shake and surrender to the sensation of the plug filling my ass while the vibrator teases my clit.
He briefly goes to the ensuite to clean up, but he’s back with me in a minute.
He cups my jaw, tipping my head back so he can look deep into my eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I promise. “I want your name on my heart.”
He’s been branded with my name for years. I crave the same sign of devotion on my body.
He picks up the tattoo gun. “This will hurt a little. I want you to focus on how good it feels to have that vibrator on your cunt and my plug stretching your ass. Don’t forget to stay very still for me.”
“I can do it,” I assure him.
I’ll endure anything for him.
“That’s my stubborn kitten,” he says, voice warm with affection.
The tattoo gun starts to buzz. I watch as he lowers it to my chest, right above my heart.
I hiss in a sharp breath at the first kiss of the needle. It stings, but I relish the sight of the bold black ink branding my creamy skin. The light pain mingles with the pleasure of the toys on my most intimate areas, and I hover at the brink of an orgasm.
I’m a being of pure sensation, and I float on a cloud of bliss.
By the time the B takes shape in his slanted handwriting, I’m euphoric. My body stops trembling, and I relax into the mattress as I submit to him completely. He commanded me to remain still. I’m compelled by his will, lost in his power over me.
This man owns me, body, heart, and soul.
And now, I bear a physical sign of his ownership. His name is permanently inked into my skin, a match for my name over his heart.
He’s my Brandon, and I’m his Karolina.
Just like we were always meant to be.
He takes a moment to put a protective layer of second skin over the tattoo, then presses a worshipful kiss to the scar on my shoulder, where I took a knife in my flesh for him.
I’ll wear the mark just as proudly as I bear his name on my chest.
“You can come for me now,” he murmurs against the scar.
At the same time, he tweaks my nipples, finally pushing me over the edge.
My ecstasy is absolute, a physical and emotional sense of completion. The world goes white for a moment, and my back arches as I scream out my orgasm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls. “And all mine.”
I blink hard to clear my vision, unwilling to lose sight of him for even an instant.
He frees my wrists from the cuffs and carefully urges me onto my hands and knees, making sure not to bump my fresh tattoo.
I’m grateful for the mirror across from our bed; I can watch him enter me from behind. His eyes are locked on mine in our reflection as he lines his cock up with my pussy.
His fingers tangle in my hair, and he tugs my head back as he penetrates me in a slow slide. He thrusts in hard at the final inch, burying his shaft deep inside me.
I’m pinned between his cock and his grip on my hair, helpless to do anything but wait for him to fuck me in earnest.
“You’re so tight with the plug,” he hisses through gritted teeth, and I realize he’s paused to rein in his release. “And you feel so good squeezing my cock with your cunt.”
No condom separates us this time. We’re joined in the most intimate way possible, and I can’t wait for him to mark me deep inside.
“I want your cum in me,” I pant. “I want to feel you lose control for me.”
He barks out a harsh curse and drives into me, hard enough to jar my entire body. Stinging pain flares on my butt when he delivers a sharp slap. It makes me keenly aware of the plug inside my ass, and I gasp as I clutch at the sheets.
“Do that again.”
He groans at my crass demand and delivers two more stinging swats. I clamp down on his dick with a ragged shout.
He reaches beneath me and applies pressure to the vibrator, grinding it against my clit. I scream his name and hit my peak, ecstasy shuddering through me in relentless waves.
I milk his cock, and he follows me into bliss with a primal roar.
He spills his hot seed deep inside me, just as I’ve craved for months. The pleasure of our union is so powerful that my heart expands painfully against my ribcage.
I watch him in the mirror with open awe as he fucks me for the final harsh strokes. His powerful body flexes, and his beautifully sculpted face is alight with soul-deep satisfaction.
The man in the reflection looks so different from the boy I once knew, but he’s still the one I love. The only one for me.
His blue eyes shine where they’re fixed on mine.
My Brandon.