Chapter 59 Zion
ZION
This was my own fault. Mine entirely. I wanted Gedeon, and I got him. Now, I suffered because of him.
For him.
This morning, after he’d declared he wanted me to feel him for the rest of the day, I’d seriously considered I might have a heart attack. Or an aneurysm. My mind had blanked out and just…took off. The notion of him leaping on me had been so heady; it’d overloaded my system.
It wasn’t like we hadn’t fucked before. We had. Literally last night. But I’d had Gedeon back for less than two weeks, and as the days ticked by, each one seemed more and more like a hallucination.
Surreal.
So when he’d popped up in our training rings after lunch, dragged me away from the group formation class Ava and I had been running, cornered me in an alleyway, and stuffed a plug up my ass while murmuring how he couldn’t stop thinking about me, I’d lost it.
Ava had to fully take over so I could lounge on a bench, stare at the horizon, and pretend the toy wasn’t affecting me.
Like I was also doing right now. All the while, Gedeon sat on the other side of his study, utterly nonchalant, as if his chair was a throne and the desk before him—a grand table fit for a feast. Granted, he’d spread Kali on it once.
“What is Gedeon talking about?” Sadira whipped toward me, her thin braids whooshing around her bare shoulders and pulling me out of my haze.
The list.
The one I’d mentioned to Gedeon the first time I’d dropped to my knees for him, right before winter had begun and after Kali had been attacked by the messenger—the soldier we’d decapitated, dismembered, and sent back to the Head of Ilasall with a message carved into his bones.
The nine sheets of paper Gedeon was currently holding contained all my fantasies involving him, or Kali, or both.
Well, almost all. I hadn’t added the three new ones I’d come up with since yesterday.
Ignoring Sadira’s question and Ryder’s and Eli’s confusion, I flashed Gedeon a grin. “Depends. If it’s the list I’ve been working on, then yes. If it’s your misplaced notes, then no. Or also, yes? I don’t know. Are there any drawings on there? Our girl has quite a hand.”
Kali covered her mouth to hide her mortification. I dreamed of dipping my brush into the redness raining damage on her cheeks.
“What?” I stroked my favorite knife against the one I’d found in the kitchen. “I like how you drew his ass. It has a nice roundness to it. We should frame it.”
In all honesty, her skills were terrible at best, but I would never say it. Catching her attempting to sketch naked Gedeon from behind had been so hilarious I’d stolen the drawing and attached it to the end of the list.
“Zion,” she squeaked, eyes wide as she glanced at our friends, all three of them exchanging bewildered looks.
“Fine. Let’s do it the hard way, then.” Gedeon reclined in his seat, his knees spread, arms woven around Kali in his lap. Like a king from the fairy tales his father had read to us during our childhoods, he looked like he could watch the world burn.
And if the flames retreated, he would fuel them.
“Do you know what’s happening?” Ryder asked Eli, and both of them leaned forward in hopes of skimming the text scribbled onto the paper.
Gedeon slammed the few sheets secured with a clip onto the desk. “How long did it take you to come up with this?” he asked, or more like demanded, his tone implying honesty was the only acceptable answer.
Kali’s focus bounced between the list and me, back and forth, over and over again.
She was well aware of what it was.
So when Gedeon steepled his fingers, all king-like, I shifted on the floor—
The metal toy pressed against that spot, and I struggled to contain a groan. Because that was what Gedeon wanted: me on edge, for hours on end.
If I managed to relax, to forget, all it took was one look at them, at the flush creeping up Kali’s neck, at the severeness of Gedeon’s features, the appraising eyes so heavy they pinned me down, and I was hard again.
And again.
And again.
This meeting was our last task for the day as far as I knew, but the way Gedeon’s mind worked meant I wasn’t going to be granted a reprieve until he decided to grace me with it.
My grip on the two knives tightened to the point my knuckles blanched. “I haven’t finished it.” I doubted I’d ever finish the list. Every time dawn found me, it awakened a new fantasy.
Gedeon flipped through the pieces of paper, pausing at the last one. “It stops at number one hundred thirty-seven.”
I blew the microscopic dust off the blades. “As I said—it’s still ongoing.”
“Out.” His command rang out like a strike of a bell, the echo transforming into a set of chains tying me to the wall.
“Are we going to meet later or…” Poised at the edge of his chair, Ryder scratched his nape. “How is this going to work?
Gedeon splayed his hand over Kali’s belly, and although I couldn’t see, I could imagine how her thighs tensed.
“Everyone, out,” he repeated. “Now. I need a moment alone with my partners.”
That deep undertone in his order…it slithered up my legs.
Ryder draped his discarded hoodie over his shoulder. “But—”
“No buts,” Sadira cut him off. “Shut up and let’s go. I am not going to become an accomplice to their freaky activities, and neither are you.”
Together with Eli, she pushed Ryder out of Gedeon’s study. When the door closed behind them, I tossed the pillow covering my groin away. “So I’m your partner now?”
“You have been one since you lowered to your knees for me,” Gedeon said, hoisting Kali onto his desk.
“Want me to do it again?” I would bruise them if he asked for it.
He whispered something to Kali, and her faint “No” rolled over to me.
But whatever Gedeon had said worked—she scooched to the other side of his desk.
Her legs dangled over the edge as he strode toward me, his presence devouring the room, sucking out all the oxygen and snatching the moisture from my mouth.
My grip slackened, and the kitchen knife clattered away from me.
As he approached me, his shadow lengthened behind him, growing and growing, until it curved over the wall and the ceiling.
His boots ceased their advance an increment away from my crossed legs. “Strip.”
I swallowed. Hid my favorite knife in the sheath strapped to my bicep. Then untangled my legs and stood up slowly, because him hovering so close had obliterated my balance.
Backing two feet away to make space for me, he folded his arms. “Shirt.”
On reflex, I hooked the hemline and ripped the fabric over my head. My skin wailed the loss of clothing as the wind blasting from the open window sliced my back, the late evening’s chill invisible cords lashing out on my flesh.
His gaze traveled down my torso and back up. Satisfied with his appraisal, he nodded. “Boots.”
So one-worded instructions were all I was going to get tonight.
Yet my feet moved of their own accord, my toes snagging on my heels and peeling my loosened shoes off. Without waiting for further instruction, I yanked my socks off, and the cold coating the floorboards tickled my soles.
“So?” I scratched my chest. Even without checking, I could tell my nails had left gouges in their wake. “Have you found what you’re looking for?”
“Oh, Zion.” Gedeon’s voice was as dark as his shadow. “I found my purpose a long time ago. Although it took me a while to recognize it, I will not waste a single day more without hearing its groans.”
My legs wobbled. It didn’t matter how hard and long I’d trained, all he had to do was speak, and I bordered on collapsing.
“Pants—off,” he barked, back to his authoritative self.
I drew the zipper down, and the relief from freeing my aching dick almost brought me down.
But a quirk of Gedeon’s eyebrow righted me like a freezing shower. He didn’t tolerate disobedience. Not a hint of it.
Denim pooled around my knees as I yanked my pants down. The fabric twined around my feet—
I swayed, holding on to the material with one hand—
And collided with a wall. Sparks streamed down my shoulder blades as I blinked the shock out of my system.
“That won’t do.” Gedeon crouched down, and while I gaped at him like an idiot, removed my jeans and underwear.
I dug my fingernails into the meat of palms to keep them away from my crotch. Knowing it would go against his unspoken rules somehow made me want to bend to his will even more.
Standing up, looming before me, despite being merely a couple of inches taller than me, Gedeon stroked my cheek softly, a stark contrast to how he voiced his instruction. “Bend over the couch and wait for me.”
Those eight words wrapped around my limbs. Took control of them, nudging me to march behind the gray crouch.
With a heaving chest, Kali observed us. But instead of squeezing her legs shut, she’d spread them. And encouraged by Gedeon’s nod, slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of her leggings.
“What did I say?” He pulled a jar out of a drawer, the hinges and slides recently oiled, not a screech of metal grating against metal.
His reproach poured over me like scalding water, and I curled over the couch’s backrest, disregarding how the structure upholstered with a light gray suede prodded my stomach. Bracing my hands on the seat and widening my stance, I prayed not to the gods of foolish ideals, but to…him.
For him to hurry and fuck me into oblivion. To erase my sanity. To fill me to the brim, to make me question if I could take more, to meld us into one.
He rounded the couch. “So obedient.” Gedeon mapped out my spine, vertebra by vertebra.
The lightness of the gesture elicited a shiver to rock through me, and I instinctively ground my hips into the backrest in search of stimulation.
His touch vanished from my back. “But hide something like that list again, and I will tie your ankles and wrists to this couch and leave you here overnight.”
I bit a gray cushion to muffle my groan as hate and desire weaved into an impossible knot low in my pelvis. I wanted the picture he’d painted so badly I was willing to offer him the chains from my underground.
“But I’m in a lenient mood tonight.” Holding my hip, he located the flared base of the butt plug. “So will you be good?” He pushed the toy deeper. “For me?”
The pressure blacked out my vision. I smothered a throaty sound in the couch’s cushioning, trying and failing to focus on anything but him driving me mad.
Having a digit stuffed in my ass wasn’t something I was unfamiliar with, but this was different. The size of the toy was a far cry from Gedeon’s dick, but the heavy weight, the sensation of fullness, the intrusion, it all heightened the craving for more.
“Use your voice.” Gedeon gripped the protruding part of the plug. “Swear it, and I will give you what you want.” To emphasize his point, he pulled an inch of the stainless steel out and then pushed it back in. Then two inches. Three.
In.
And out.
In.
And out.
Every time he crammed the toy inside me, I leaked more and more, and every time he withdrew, I had to force myself to remain motionless instead of rocking back.
With just the narrow tip of the shaped steel stretching my rim, he stopped. “Silence won’t win you your reward.”
Tension flowed through my muscles, coiling them so tight they verged on ripping. Convincing my vocal cords to work, I hoarsely muttered, “I promise.”
“What exactly are you promising?” He drove the toy deeper, an increment, but it was enough for me to forget his question.
I didn’t know how many beats passed before I comprehended his inquiry, but when I did, the vow tumbled out of me.
“I swear I will listen to you.” I flexed my toes, hunting for solid ground as the room began to swim.
“I’ll do as told.” Gasping as he breached me again, the plug nearing the small area that could cripple me, I mumbled, “Whatever you want.”
His approving hum melted my brain. “So willing.” Gedeon yanked the toy out—
The heavy metal piece bounced across the couch, closer and closer toward me, until it hit the side of my hand, the steel glistening from whatever he’d used as lubricant.
“But compliance always deserves a reward,” he said.
The clang of a belt buckle being undone reminded me of how it’d felt to have the leather strip shoved into my mouth. Having my speech ability snatched away had enshrouded me in a whirlpool of liquid electricity, similar to how the anticipation was clouding my mind right now.
“We’ll ruin this couch.” My cum would stain the suede, and the impossible-to-erase blotch would irk Gedeon to no avail.
“That’s not what I will ruin.” Pulling my left ass cheek away, he positioned himself against my back hole. “Or shall I say who?”
My body welcomed the invasion, accommodating his girth as he started to sink—
With only the crown inside me, he paused. “Because when I’m done, you won’t be able to walk.”
The cushion my nose was squished into muffled my grumble. “I don’t think—”
“Think again.” Seizing both of my hips, he slammed in.
The ache radiating from the long bullet graze across my forearm dissipated the instant his pelvis crashed into my backside.
My breath lodged in my throat. The sudden stretch, the completeness—it fried my senses. Without meaning to, I clenched around him, and his responding groan lured my own out.
“You're going to be dripping me.” Gedeon retreated, and then plunged back in, the collision of our bodies so brutal I would’ve teetered if not for him holding me in place. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He rammed inside me again, reducing me to a puddle of goo, drowning me in pure sensation.
I could feel him crawling in my veins, dismantling my nervous system, drawing me up tight, impossibly tight.
Trapped between the couch’s backrest and my abdomen, my cock rubbed against the upholstery as he pounded into me, his thrusts deep and slow—restrained.
He was holding back.
And I couldn’t have that.