Chapter 39 #3
I took a step back, out of her fist’s reach and flexed my jaw, heat pulsing through my body all the way to my groin.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby,” I groaned in pleasure as she shook her hand in satisfaction, already calculating how she could land another punch.
She came charging at me, grabbed hold of my arm and twisted in the air, flinging her leg around my neck and flipped me over her, but I grabbed hold of her thigh with both hands as we cartwheeled and used the momentum with which she flung me to yank her back over me as we hit the ground.
I swung my legs around her waist and twisted my hips, swinging her body to the side of me and restrained one hand behind her back.
I quickly wrapped the dangling rope around her wrist and let go of her.
When she turned to swing at me, I pulled the rope tight and her hand snapped to her side.
She clawed at the rope around her wrist with her other hand and I looped it around that one too and yanked it tight.
Ava screamed in rage as I made quick work of securing both her wrists tightly together, then jumped to my feet. I pulled on the other end of the rope that’d been secured to the candle holder, and Ava’s arms strained above her head as I lifted her up, all the way to the tips of her toes.
And my God, did it do things to me.
I tied the rope on the holder and turned towards a fuming Ava. She yanked and strained against the rope, her eyes spewing venom at me.
Fucking beautiful.
I circled her, enjoying her ass peeking out from under my shirt. She was full of dust and scuff marks here and there. Her hair was as wild as her eyes, and I knew this memory would make it into the top five.
I gently glided a finger down her cheek. “All strung up. Exactly where I want you. Like the puppet you are,” I teased her. But in all honesty, I was hers. She was the master of my heart, making me do anything and everything to please her.
“Fuck you,” she snarled angrily in my face, straining against the rope to get to me, but her thighs trembled as she squeezed them together again.
I tsked and pushed her thighs apart with my own. “Keep your legs open,” I commanded, not wanting her to get any relief unless it was from me. But as soon as I stepped away, she snapped them closed, a wilful sparkle in her green eyes as she glared at me.
Excitement made my heart beat in my throat. I loved breaking people and Ava was no exception.
I retrieved her knife from the back pocket of my jeans, flipped it open, and slowly brought it to the top of her thighs, electricity pulsing through me in anticipation. I knew she wasn’t going to give up easily, and I loved that about her. Always a fucking challenge.
“Open your legs.”
She only glared at me. God, yes baby!
I narrowed my eyes at her, then tugged her shirt up and out of my way, knotting it at her waist. She pulled in a fast, silent breath through her nose when the flat side of the knife pressed against her pussy, but she held fast, her jaw clenching.
Adorable.
I slowly and carefully dipped the tip of the blade between her folds and glided it down between her slick folds to her entrance and stopped, keeping it there.
Ava stood as still as death, her mouth open in quick, silent pants, trying her best to stifle the shiver going through her body, scared the knife would break skin if she moved. She stared wide-eyed at the knife between her legs. “Grayson,” she breathed. But no safe word.
Oh, my darling Ava. I grinned and pulled it away, then licked her arousal from the blade, closing my eyes as I savoured her taste blooming on my tongue. Fuck, I needed more. When I opened them again, Ava was staring at my mouth, cheeks flushed and body shivering.
“I will ask nicely only one more time. Open your legs, Ava.”
She lifted her chin in deviance, but her lips trembled. I wasn’t quite sure of the emotion behind it as I watched her. It could’ve been fear or excitement or lust. Maybe she didn’t know herself.
I took a step closer, feeling her quick breaths on my face as I delicately traced my thumb over her mouth. “You call me the devil but look at you. Always defiant. Begging to be tortured. Getting off on the pain and fear. Excited by my vileness. If that’s not a devil, then I don’t know what is.”
Ava’s eyes fluttered shut, her head rolling back like my words pleasured her. “Maybe I am a devil. Or maybe…” Her eyes opened and she lifted her face closer to mine, her fiery stare pinning me in place. “I’m the god who got the devil to worship her.”
Motherfucker. Heat blazed through my body, my heart beating a mile-a-minute for the woman in front of me.
I couldn’t help but pull her body against mine, feverishly crushing her to me, her body arching magnificently as the ropes restrained her.
I wanted to devour her. I wanted to bury myself in her and never let go.
I wanted to rip her heart from her chest and sew it to mine.
Because she was right. She was a fucking goddess. And from the very first time I laid hands on her, she had me on my knees.
I clamped down on the need to kiss her as a triumphant smile spread over those beautiful lips of hers.
Not so fast, baby. I pushed her body away from me again, steadying her on her feet once more. “I might worship you but make no mistake. I’m still the devil.”
I walked to the candle holder and cut a piece of excess rope off.
I held her eyes as I dropped to my knees in front of her.
Where I belonged. “You don’t want to open your legs for me?
Fine. Whatever my princess wants.” I wrapped the rope around the tops of her knees, crossed her legs and pulled it tight, binding them tightly together.
Ava frowned down at me, unsure of what I was up to.
I trailed kisses from her knees to the tops of her thighs and she moaned. But when she felt the knife scraping up the back of her leg, she went rigid.
“Gray. You’re scaring me,” she heaved.
“Hmmm.” Her words skittered down my spine, erupting goosebumps all over my skin.
“I know, love. I know.” I brought the knife around and just below her sex, on the inner of her right thigh that was still exposed, I stopped.
I let the tip of the blade pierce her skin, her body jolting in surprise.
I wrapped my other arm tightly around her knees, holding her steady so she couldn’t jerk away.
“I’m going to cut you now, little witch. Be a good girl and take it.”
Ava whimpered and threw her head back as the nervous energy pulsed through her body. “Gods, Grayson. You and your knife-play fetish. Aren’t you tired of cutting into me yet?” She squirmed in my hold.
I chuckled lowly. “You got me all wrong, baby. It’s not so much a knife-play fetish.
I have a thing for making you bleed. You want me to use my teeth instead?
” I replaced the knife with my mouth, lightly sucking on the delicate skin.
Ava whimpered and tried to arch her pussy closer to my mouth as my cheek brushed against her folds.
I saw it in her eyes then—the realisation of what I had done.
With her legs bound so tightly together, it would be impossible for me to make her come on my tongue.
It would be a struggle to get my cock inside her.
I laughed and bit into her thigh.
“Untie me, Grayson Varon,” she demanded breathlessly.
“No, baby. Not until I have my fun.” I brought the knife back up to her thigh, piercing her skin and slowly dragging it three centimetres down. Ava yelped and cursed my name, but that only made me harder. I did another line down, connecting it with the previous one in the shape of a ‘V.’
Ava was fuming down at me, squirming in my hold. “Grayson! That better not be… Is that a V? As in Varon?!” Her voice went an octave higher.
I couldn’t help the smug grin on my lips. I did not answer. Instead, I slowly licked over the wound, cleaning the blood off it. I groaned. “God, Ava. Even your blood tastes good.”
She was staring down at me, jaw slack and pupils dilated. “Fuck. You are a monster.” She meant to say it as an insult, but it came out sounding more like reverence. She blinked quickly and swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing darker.
I laughed and licked at the new pooling blood, and stood to capture her peaked nipple in my mouth through the white shirt, staining it red. “I was right about you all those months ago. You’re just as fucked in the head as me.”
I trailed kisses down her body, enjoying the taste of her skin and her ragged breathing. When I reached her pussy, I licked and sucked on her lips, earning breathless moans. She arched into my mouth, desperate for more, but I gave her none, feeling her need and frustration build.
“Grayson, please!” she finally called out.
“No,” I goaded her further, pushing my tongue a little deeper between her folds, but still not touching her clit.
“I hate you!” she spewed, throwing her head back in frustration, yanking on her restraints.
Checkmate.
I sucked on the apex of her sex, hard enough to stimulate her clit too, but not nearly enough to bring relief.
Instead, she gasped and thrusted her hips harder against my mouth only to squirm in my hold and curse at me when I stopped.
I planted delicate kisses over my mark on her hip. “Is the ache that bad, baby?”
“You know it is,” she panted breathlessly, not looking at me.
“Do you want me to take care of it?”
Her jaw ticced as she lowered her eyes to glower at me. She did not say anything, but her face was a spectacular mix of desperate need and lust and anger and hate.
“You know my heart beats just to take care of you,” I whispered, pressing my thumb over her clit.
Her lashes fluttered in pleasure and her eyes softened. “Then take care of me,” she whispered back.
Satisfaction bloomed in my gut. There it was—my princess breaking for me.
“Will you be good and do as I say?” I kissed her pussy softly, not breaking eye contact.