Chapter 2 #3
Release slams through me without warning. My vision whites out behind the blindfold. Every muscle locks tight as pleasure tears through me in waves. I come hard in my pants, shaking against the chains, unable to stop the sounds spilling from my throat.
When I come back to myself, I’m trembling. My legs barely hold my weight.
What the fuck just happened?
I didn’t just—I couldn’t have—
But I did. I came from being chained up and humiliated.
From being touched by him.
This isn’t real. I don’t get off on this shit. I’m not some—
The wet heat in my leathers says otherwise. Shame floods through me so intense it makes my stomach turn.
His hand slides up my chest. “Look at this. My hand is all sloppy and slick with your release.”
He presses his wet fingers against my chest, dragging them across my skin. Proof of what just happened.
“Can’t even call this a punishment if you’re getting off on it.” He chuckles low and dark. “You’re a masochist, Wolf. Does the guild know that about you?”
I can barely breathe. My shoulders scream from the position, but the rest of my body feels liquid and warm.
“Now,” Garrett says, tone shifting back to business. “Who sent you?”
My brain struggles to process what just happened. “I already told you. I can’t—“
“Come on, Wolf. Give me something.” His voice is almost gentle now. Almost.
“I’m here to protect you.” The words come out desperate. “Please. Please just believe me.”
I’m begging. I never beg.
But the alternative is worse. If I fail this contract, if I lose it by revealing the client, the guild will send me to the crypts. I’ll be shipped to Tiamat the very next day. I’ve seen what happens down there. I don’t want to rot in the dark.
“Who hired you?” Garrett asks again. “Give me the name of the Silverra.”
Terror claws up my throat. “I can’t. I can’t tell you that. They’ll—”
I hear him moving.
His footsteps crossing the stone floor and the sound of liquid pouring into a glass. A chair scrapes across the floor as he pulls it out. I think he’s drinking by what sounds like the fireplace, settling in like he has all the time in the world.
Silence stretches. Is he reading or just sitting there watching me? I can’t tell. But I can feel his presence and he hasn’t left. At least he didn’t just walk out and abandon me here.
The quiet drags on. I hear him take another sip. Pages turning? Or am I imagining that? He’s carrying on like this is a normal evening while I hang here half-naked and desperate.
My throat is parched and dry as sand. I want water but I’m too afraid to ask. I’m scared asking for anything will make him leave.
“Lord Clayborne,” I try again. “I’m telling you the truth. I’m here to protect you. That’s all. Please believe me.”
Silence. But different now. I can feel his attention shift. He’s watching me and assessing, deciding whether I’m lying.
The silence stretches too long. My heart hammers against my ribs. What if he doesn’t believe me? What if he leaves me here? What if—
“Were you always this quick?” Garrett asks suddenly.
What the fuck is he even asking?
Anger flares through the fear. “What does that have to do with anything?”
A low, dark laugh echoes through the room.
He doesn’t actually care about the answer anymore. I can hear it in his voice. This isn’t interrogation. He’s playing with me, seeing how far he can push before I break completely.
The bastard is enjoying this.
“You came so beautifully,” he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction. “But I want to see it again.”
His hand moves to the laces of my leathers and starts working them loose.
The laces come free. Cool air hits heated skin as he pushes the fabric down my hips.
“Gods,” he breathes. “Look at you.”
I can’t look at anything. The blindfold sees to that. But I can feel his gaze, heavy and intent.
No, no, no... Please gods.
This is not fucking happening.
My cock is fully erect.
There’s no barrier now. His hand wraps around me properly and I choke on air.
“That’s better.” His grip tightens. “I want to hear every sound you make.”
He strokes once, slow from root to tip. I nearly bite through my tongue.
“You’re so sensitive and responsive,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
“Shut up.”
“Why? Does it embarrass you?” His thumb swipes across the head, gathering wetness. “Knowing how hard you are for me? How much you want this?”
“I don’t—” I gasp when his hand tugs on my length.
“You’re dripping, Wolf.” His voice drops lower. “Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth sings a different tune.”
Heat floods my face. Shame and arousal tangled together until I can’t separate them.
Then his hand disappears.
The sudden loss of contact makes me bite back a sound. I’m still hard and aching. The need pulses through me so intense it borders on pain. Everything below my waist throbs with unsatisfied want.
No. Don’t leave. Don’t stop.
Terror mixes with the arousal. Is he going to leave me like this? Hanging here desperate and needing and—
The pressure is unbearable. I need release so badly it hurts, a deep ache settling in my balls.
A whisper of breath against my neck. Garrett is right behind me. His hand wraps around my cock from behind. I try to back away from the touch, but I hit his chest instead. I’m trapped with nowhere to go.
“Easy,” he murmurs against my ear.
His hand starts moving torturously slow, building the pleasure up stroke by stroke until I’m trembling. Then he paces faster. My breath comes in pants. I’m close, so close—
The rhythm suddenly slows right before I could come…
I breathe in sharply. It’s not fair. I was so close…
The ache settles deep and painful. I feel the need coiling tight in my gut. Then his hand starts moving again, stroking and building. I close my eyes from behind the blindfold and fall into the rhythm. I’m sure this time I’ll come—then he stops.
“No—please—”
“Shh,” he whispers, giving me another slow stroke. “Not yet.”
It happens again. He’s building me up until I’m shaking, desperate, then pulling back just before I break.
I know what he’s doing. This little shit is edging me. He’s keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall over. I feel helpless and powerless, completely at his mercy.
“What’s wrong, Wolf?” he murmurs against my ear.
“Please,” I hear myself say. “Please, I need—”
“Please what?” His breath ghosts across my ear. His tongue traces the shell of my ear. Then his teeth catch my earlobe, tugging gently.
A moan tears from my throat.
“That’s it,” he encourages. His hand moves faster now. “Let me hear you.”
I feel something hard press against my lower back. Garrett’s aroused too. The knowledge sends heat spiking through me.
“Feel that?” His voice has gone rough. “That’s what you do to me.”
His hand finds a rhythm that makes my knees threaten to give out. The arm around my waist tightens, holding me up.
“Look at you,” he murmurs against my neck. “Leaking all over my hand. Making a mess.”
“Shut up,” I grind out between clenched teeth. His tongue drags up the side of my neck. Teeth scrape just below my ear. His hand never stops moving.
“Pervert,” I gasp out.
“Says the one moving his hips.” His free hand grips my ass, pulling me closer. “You’re fucking my hand, Wolf. Who’s the real pervert here?”
I am.
My body jerks as I rock back and forth in his hand.
“That’s it,” he encourages. His own breathing has gone ragged. “Move for me. Take what you want.”
My hips roll forward into his grip, chasing the friction. Shame burns through me, but not enough to make me stop.
His teeth close on my earlobe again, harder this time. The hand around my waist slides up to my chest, fingers finding my nipple and pinching.
“Please,” I beg like I’ve never begged for anything in my life. “Please let me come.”
Dark laughter rumbles in my ear, vibrating against my back.
His hand moves faster. The rhythm turns urgent, relentless. Heat coils tighter and tighter until I can’t hold it anymore.
This is bad. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—
Release hits like lightning. Pleasure whites out every thought. I come hard over his hand, my back arching, head falling back against his shoulder. His name tears from my throat before I can stop it.
He works me through it, hand never slowing, drawing out every last wave until I’m shaking and empty.
When the last wave of sensation finally crashes, I’m boneless. Only his arm around my waist and the chains keep me upright.
His fingers touch my face, brushing away sweat. “You all right?”
I nod weakly.
“Good.” His hand releases my cock, and I hear him step back. “Because we’re not done yet.”
“What?” I breathe.
“I said I wanted answers.” His tone shifts back to that controlled commander voice. “And I meant it.”
Reality crashes back.
I’m still bound and blindfolded, completely at his mercy. He’s not letting me go.
“You came twice,” he observes. “That’s impressive.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe later.” He adjusts my pants, pulling them up and lacing them loosely. “Right now I’m going to get you some water.”
Water sounds good. My throat is dry, my voice wrecked.
I hear him step back. The sound of water pouring and cloth against skin. He’s cleaning himself up.
Footsteps move toward the door.
“The blindfold,” I say quickly. “At least take off the blindfold.”
Silence blankets us for a heartbeat. Then I hear footsteps approaching again. His fingers touch the fabric. I think he’s going to untie it.
Instead he tightens the knot.
“Not yet,” he says quietly. “I like you like this.”
The door opens then closes.
I’m alone in the dark.
Pain radiates through my shoulders from holding my weight for so long. The iron bites into my wrists, raw and burning. But the rest of me feels wrung out and used.
I’m confused about everything that just happened.
I hang there in the silence, heart still pounding.
And I wait for him to come back.