26. The Ruination
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THE RUINATION
Layla
Orion stands, wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans into my mouth as he slowly walks us to his bedroom, and the world falls away. A swooping sensation starts in my core and expands outward, causing my whole body to tingle.
I always wondered about how female characters described their arousal—because it had never really happened to me with another person. I could live vicariously through my dark romance books, but I never thought I’d experience the sensation of my innards dropping down to the floor, the heavy ache between my legs, the way my skin has goose bumps from how warm his hands are, how tightly he’s holding me.
My reaction to him was swift and violent, and I know it’s because my romantic feelings go much deeper than I realized.
He deposits me onto his bed a second later, and everything smells like him—even the dark gray linen duvet cover. A shiver wracks through my body, the absence of his body heat unwelcome, leaving me wanting him as close as possible.
My breathing is uneven as he stares down at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words clang through me, resonating with my insecurities and igniting the praise kink I suspected I had, like bright fireworks sparking in my brain.
“Thank you.”
He rubs his mouth as his eyes skirt over my body, as if he’s deciding how to proceed. The anticipation flares through me as dirty images flit through my brain—so many possibilities.
“Take off your clothes.”
I cock my head. “Or you could do it,” I suggest, propping myself up on my elbows and arching my back slightly.
He gives me a dark, layered look. “If I touch you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Is that a problem?”
He sighs, taking a step back as he looks away. His jaw clenches before he looks back at me, and he seems frustrated.
“I plan to savor you, Layla. If I touch you right now, I’ll fuck you into that bed and be done in seconds.” His hand moves to the bulge in his pants, palming it, and my mouth goes dry. “I’m pretty sure my first taste of you is going to make me come in my pants, so let’s ease off the other stimuli until I’m inside you, yeah?”
My lips pull into a rueful smile. “Oh really?” I slide one hand down between my thighs, and Orion stiffens as my fingers slide down my shorts. My middle finger begins to circle my clit over the material, and I let out a heady groan.
I know I’m not playing fair.
I know I’m teasing him and using his feelings for me to my advantage.
He steps forward, his hand dropping from the thick bulge in his pants. “Did I stutter?” he murmurs, reaching down for my feet and wrapping his hands around my ankles. He drags me to the edge of the bed, and a low growl rumbles through his chest. “I said, take off your clothes. ” His command is assertive, his voice is low and guttural. “Don’t make me tell you three times. Consider this your only warning. I won’t be this lenient in the future.”
“No? I dunno, I kind of like being punished.”
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say anything at first. He only crosses his arms and stares down at me with that commanding presence.
My blood runs cold at the look in his eyes.
“Sorry, Master?—”
The instant the words are out of my mouth, he flips me over by my ankles so that I’m face down on his bed. He climbs between my legs, and I gasp when he fists the thin material of my bike shorts—and rips them apart. The stinging welts are exposed, and I inhale a sharp breath when he lifts my ass and props my knees up, exposing me to him completely.
His hand runs down my sensitive, sore ass, and my cheeks heat with humiliation. In this position, I’m so exposed to him.
It’s terrifying, but for whatever reason, it also turns me on. I shift my weight slightly, feeling the slick arousal between my legs catch on the ripped fabric of my shorts.
And then he spanks me—not too hard, but enough for my body to stiffen since he somehow managed to layer the sharp slap right over where he’d paddled me earlier.
“I said I was sorry,” I cry out, my face pressed against the rough linen material of his bed.
“And I gave you ample warning.” He smooths over the area with his warm palm, and it feels nice. “I’m going to make something crystal clear. If you do this with me, you will obey. I have no time for brats.”
The word snags in my brain, and I think of what Zoe had told me once—that she’s a brat, and that Liam loved to tame her. But that’s not me… I like submitting.
Right?
“I’m not a brat,” I say, panting.
“Maybe not, but you’re not exactly obedient, either, are you?”
I don’t argue.
“Color?”
“Green,” I say, my voice petulant.
He chuckles, but before I can ask why he’s laughing, he brings another hand down on my other ass cheek.
My whole body goes taut, and the pain skitters along my nerve endings.
“In the bedroom, I’m in control unless we discuss alternative arrangements. You read my contract, so you understand the dynamic. Do you understand, or should I make you read the entire thing while I edge you to the brink of insanity?”
That sounds nice.
I don’t know why I do it. Maybe I’m suddenly aware of the fact that if I am more of a brat, I will be punished. And perhaps he was right—maybe I am a masochist. Plus, a small part of me is still a little ticked off about everything that transpired with Starboy, and I want to shock him just as much as he shocked me.
I look over my shoulder at him and roll my eyes. “I understand, Master.” His shocked expression is too good. I give him a coy little smile, and his hand comes up and down firmly on the back of my left thigh.
I yelp out loud. It’s unexpected—the stinging sensation in an area I didn’t expect is surprising. And not altogether unwelcome.
Why do I like this so much?
Why am I soaking through the front, intact part of my shorts with arousal?
My nipples poke through the thin sports bra, and the rough material of the linen brushes against them with every movement.
“It’s interesting. I didn’t expect you to brat out on me during our first scene. Do you enjoy keeping your stepbrother on his toes?” he purrs.
God, his voice when he’s doing a scene…
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, trembling.
He quickly pulls my mangled shorts down my hips, and one leg at a time, pulls them off my legs, discarding them on the floor.
A warm hand pulls me up by the back of my bra, and he’s holding my back against his chest as his hands explore my body.
He unconsciously ruts against me, the firmness in his pants pressing against the small of my back. With deft fingers, he slowly peels the sports bra up over my breasts. His hands cup them, and he groans as he plays with them unabashedly, fingers lightly kneading them, thumbs brushing over my tight nipples. It’s a juxtaposition from the spanking punishment.
“Arms up,” he murmurs into my right ear.
I lift my arms and he pulls my sports bra off, throwing it off to the side. My skin pebbles under his touch, and my ragged breathing pushes against his chest with every inhale and exhale.
“I know it feels natural to resist, to question, to fight back,” he says, running a finger down the side of my body. “But true submission is beautiful. It’s even more beautiful when someone resilient, capable, and strong—like you—submits completely. That turns me the fuck on more than anything else. That you would give me that power. It makes me feel omnipotent… and invincible. Do you remember what I said the first time we spoke over video?”
My brain can’t focus on anything other than his finger trailing circles around my hip bone and the way his warm breath feathers against my ear.
“No, Master,” I whisper.
“I said when I punish my submissive, it’s only because she’s letting me. It’s all about consent—that’s the core of sadism, of masochism, of any sort of dynamic. I only have the power I’m given. I don’t take the power away. You hold all of it. Is that clear?”
I nod, but a low sound emerges from his mouth, skittering across the sensitive flesh between my ear and neck.
“Words, Layla.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you going to let me do this my way?”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, voice shaky as his thumbs dig into my waist. I drop my head back against his chest and close my eyes. I can feel his rapid heartbeat against my upper back. God. The way he’s touching me feels so good, and I want him to keep touching me, to keep talking to me in that bossy tone.
“Lie down on your back.”
He lets me go, and I do as he says, turning around and lying down in front of him. His eyes study me from head to toe, lazily taking in every inch. I nearly gasp at the way his eyes are perusing me, appraising me …
On instinct, I bring my arms across my chest and start to cross my legs, but his hand jerks forward—forcefully spreading my legs.
“Don’t hide yourself. Not in front of me.”
I slowly remove my arms from my breasts, letting them fall to the side.
His eyes darken, two smoldering flames as he looks down at me. I take a deep, calming breath to settle my racing heart, but it doesn’t help.
“Are you going to behave?” he asks, crawling between my legs.
“Y-yes, Master.”
“Good.” One of his hands comes to my inner thigh, and my whole body lights up. I circle my hips once, urging him to move his hand where I need it the most.
“Ah, ah, you said you’d behave,” he growls.
The playful reprimand coming from him makes me whimper.
He’s reduced me to a wanton sex machine.
“Stay still,” he murmurs, a piece of hair falling over his forehead as he gives me a seductive smile.
“I—”
He slides his middle finger into me, curling it against my inner walls.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as I clench around his finger, needing more.
“Mm. You have such a greedy little cunt. I bet it tastes good, too.”
“Fuck—”
“I love hearing filthy words come from your mouth.” He slides his finger out, and then drives it back into me so hard that the knuckles from his other fingers press against my pelvic bone and pull against my piercing just so. It’s a sharp sensation, not quite painful, but heavy and unexpected . I contract around his finger three times. “In fact, I want you to tell me exactly what you want from me tonight using the filthiest words you can think of. Call it your first assignment as my submissive. If you’re good, I’ll do every single thing.”
I see stars as he pulls his finger out and adds a second. Pleasure sizzles down my spine, causing my legs to tingle and my hands to go momentarily numb.
“I c-can’t.”
He removes his fingers, and a high-pitched whine escapes my lips. “Can’t? Or won’t? Come on, Layla . I know what kinds of books you read, remember?”
Shit.
He scissors his fingers inside me, and my body goes taut.
“You like that? Tell me what you want.”
White-hot embarrassment flushes through me when I think of what I want from him. But I also know he’s going to make me say it, one way or another.
I’m beginning to realize that a big part of sado-masochism is akin to torture.
“I want your mouth on me.”
“On your what?”
I growl with frustration as his fingers slip out of me. He places them between his lips and… sucks them clean.
“Fuck, Layla. I knew you’d taste good, but not this good.” He reaches forward and places those same two fingers against my lips. I can smell myself—a sweet and tangy scent that makes me rear my head back slightly. “Go on, taste yourself.”
My mouth pops open, and I suck Orion’s fingers into my mouth. Mixed with the taste of his skin… it’s not bad at all. Swirling my tongue, I watch as he goes slack-jawed.
“That’s it,” he says, voice hoarse. Removing his fingers, he places them against my opening, but he doesn’t push them inside. “You want my mouth on what, Little Dancer? Say. It. ”
“My pussy!” I shout, frustrated.
He laughs. “Very good. What else?”
My cheeks are burning. “I want you to make me come with your tongue while your fingers are inside me.”
“Inside what?”
He’s obnoxious.
“My slippery love channel. My sopping wet cunt. My slick canal. I read a lot of smutty books, and I can keep going. Take your pick, Master .”
I’m panting by the time his eyes bore into mine, and two fingers slip back into me. “And then what?”
I chew on my lower lip. “And then I want to fuck you.”
“You mean you want me to fuck you .”
I close my eyes. “Yes.”
He scoots down and lowers his head, and before I can protest, his mouth is on me, and his teeth nibble on my piercing, sucking it into his mouth and causing me to groan loudly. My whole body lights up when he does it a second time, his curved fingers slowly working in and out of me.
“You have no idea how much it drives me crazy that you have a clit piercing. I didn’t think you could be more perfect,” he adds, and his praise compliments what he’s doing with his tongue and fingers.
My toes curl when he swipes up and down my slit with his tongue, groaning as he does. I start to jerk erratically, and pulses of pleasure rock through me, getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he mutters. “Such a perfect fuckhole for me.”
The praise-degradation combo sets me off, and my abdominal muscles squeeze tight as I try to stave it off.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut as my orgasm begins to crest?—
He sits up and removes his fingers, and I let out a silent scream as everything dissipates, almost painfully. It feels like someone is stabbing me, and I clench around nothing a couple of times as I pant through the ruined orgasm.
I place my hands over my face as the tingling dissipates. “What the hell, Orion!”
When I lower my hands and open my eyes, he’s looking down at me with flared nostrils. “You will not come without my permission, even when we are together.” His jaw hardens. “Did you read the contract?”
It’s an earnest question, but it only fuels my frustration. “Of course I did! You can’t blame me for forgetting. I was a bit distracted, and I’m new to this, remember?”
His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes have a distinct hardening. “Let’s help you remember then.”
He grabs my legs and pulls me closer, so that my pelvis is raised. Unbuttoning his pants, I watch as he pulls himself out of his pants. My vision goes a bit hazy as he begins to stroke himself.
“Birth control?”
“IUD,” I tell him, excitement flaring through me at the prospect of actually doing this.
“I’m regularly tested. Have you been tested recently?”
My mouth drops open. “Are you seriously asking me if I?—”
He places a hand over my mouth. “Yes. I’m asking if you’ve been tested recently because I suppose I haven’t made it abundantly clear that I plan to fuck you bare and without a single barrier between us, and it would be irresponsible not to ask you these things as your Dominant.”
After he removes his hand, I swallow once before answering. “I haven’t been with anyone in over three years, and I’ve been tested since then.”
“There. That clears things up, doesn’t it?”
Warmth floods me when I digest his words— fuck you bare and without a single barrier between us float through my mind as Orion pulls his hoodie and top off so that he’s shirtless. He licks his hand and strokes his cock, gathering a bead of precum and spreading it around my opening.
“I’ve never”—I look to the side—“I’ve only ever used a condom with other people.”
“Good. I want to be the first to fill you with my cum. I did say I’d fill you in two places tonight, right?” He gives me a wry smile. “Maybe we can try for three tomorrow.”
My mouth drops open just as he hoists me up, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, and lines himself up with my core.
And then he roughly impales me with his cock.