Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
OREN
Swiping hues of blue and orange across the canvas with my fingertips, paint decorated my chest with each pass.
It was an image of our backyard, both dogs playing outside while the sun set.
My favorite time of day—it highlighted not only the peacefulness of being home, but also what I was blessed with: a place of my own.
Focusing on the last little details, I wanted it to be a surprise for Thorne and, if he approved, to hang it somewhere in our place.
While I’d focused on those small strokes, most of the splatter somehow rested on me, the tips of my hair coated in drying paint, and my torso coated in my artistry.
It was my favorite thing to do after all the chores were done, and this was even more special because it was for him.
Stepping back, I smiled at the finished artwork, placing my hands on my hips. Staring over the intricate lines, the slamming of the front door tore my attention away as I poked my head out of the studio.
“Baby? That you? You’re back early.”
The drum of his biker boots served as his only answer as he walked past the art room and out of my line of sight—clearly on a mission to reach the kitchen, which only meant one thing.
He was binge drinking.
Quickly wiping my hands against my pants, previous colors muddying with the new ones, I jogged toward the liquor cabinet, passing him with ease. Nearly sliding into the hutch, I whipped around to face him, rooting myself in front of the one place he couldn’t touch.
“Baby, no.”
“Move, Oren,” he demanded, his pupils already blown from his alcohol consumption at the bar.
How much did he drink?
“No.” The word was firm, and I glowered at him. “You drove home fucking drunk! I’m not moving.”
“I am not drunk.” His brows narrowed, lids hooded. “I had two glasses of whiskey. My tolerance far supersedes that.”
“Yeah, maybe when you were in your prime, when you used to drink all the time! But you hardly have the stuff now, and to this detriment? Something happened, so no.”
“So no?” Craning his head to the side, his nostrils flared.
“I take care of everyone all the fucking time, but when I’m struggling, it’s a fucking hindrance!
What the fuck else am I supposed to do aside from numb myself, Oren?
Because the only moment I’m not sacrificing, the moment I’m not extending myself for everyone else to fucking walk all over, will be when I am fucking dead! ”
Dead.
“No, I won’t let you succumb to it again when you have me!” Pressing two fingers into his chest, I swallowed the growing lump. “For fucking once, just let me take care of you!”
“How can I when I’m always taking care of you?!” he screamed, slamming his palm against the countertop with a deep inhale. “Just… fucking move.”
“No!” I shouted, shoving my palms against his torso. “No, I’m tired of this! The reason you take care of me is that you think you don’t deserve the same. But guess what, Thorne, I’m fucking capable of holding my ground. I can tend to you, so for fucking once, shut up and let me!”
His jaw clenched, a glower sparking with growing annoyance. “Yeah? Capable of holding your ground when I have to coax you through every panic attack while I deal with mine alone? Capable of tending to me when you’ve continuously overlooked me and lied to me—”
Wrapping my fingers around his shirt, I hauled him to me, slamming my lips to his. This wasn’t about silencing him. This was about matching his sorrow with something even more potent: love.
He groaned, his anger temporarily evaporating beneath my touch. Melting into me, he returned the kiss, his fingers lacing through my hair as he pulled me closer. “Mmmph…”
Driving my tongue into his parting lips, I swallowed the remnants of his wrath. Using it as fuel, I swept across his molars, basking in his scent, the heavy taste of alcohol, and his dwindling dark demeanor.
Hands traveling down, he grabbed my belt loops with a harsh tug, palming my ass with one hand as he dug his nails into my hip with the other. A pleasure-filled growl followed, his mouth opening as he moaned into mine.
“Fuck, dove.”
Leaning against the counter, I panted, collecting my breath before palming his already hardening cock. “My turn to take care of you, commander. So shut the fuck up like a good boy and listen.”
Euphoria bloomed in his caramel stare. “Listen to what, recruit?”
“Me.” Grinning, I curled my fingers around his erection. “I’m taking what’s fucking mine.”
Fingers wrapping around the lip of the marble, he huffed, his throat bobbing as I tormented him over his jeans. “Mmmf… S-Shit…”
“Bedroom,” I muttered, releasing my touch. “Now.”
As Thorne reluctantly stepped away from me and climbed the stairs, my desire-fueled daze robbed me of the nuanced recollection of how I’d landed in the bedroom, digging through the drawer for everything I desired to use on him.
Propping my hand against my hip, I studied my handiwork, the rope cutting into his skin like a corset.
Hands tied above his head and feet spread, it only heightened his arched back, deliciously displaying his hardened, pierced nipples.
Tape completed the look, robbing him of his fucking speech and the ability to spew any more atrocities because of his drunken state.
Decked in only the thick cord, his cock was hard, pre-cum leaking at the tip as I palmed mine, biting my lip to keep from speaking.
He’d been like this… maybe five minutes, while I’d simply observed him in the quiet.
Each tremor, each rack through his body, had me stroking myself harder, relentlessly driving myself close to that heightened pleasure, but I wouldn’t cum.
This wasn’t about me. This was about him—total and complete submission.
Tugging against the ropes, his blown-out pupils met mine. Finally, something other than intoxication leading the charge—pure, guttural need. “Mmm!”
“What? Upset you can’t touch? Feel? Devour?”
Licking my bottom lip, I unwrapped my fingers around my length to trail my nails against his leg.
Each caress was feathery, meant to drive him insane, as with each pass, I climbed higher and higher.
Brushing against his inner thigh, his shudder made me grin.
Repeating it, I barely grazed his balls with my knuckles, but that dot of pre-cum slipped down his shaft, a path of wetness I wanted to lap up.
“Commander, you’re leaking like a whore all over our bed.”
His shoulder blades greeted each other, his back arching even more as a muffled grunt escaped him. Toes curling, he struggled against the bindings with a harsh yank, his gaze narrowing with the sexual frustration I could feel pluming from him.
“Aw, you’re upset you can’t get out?” Pressing my knee into the mattress, I positioned myself between his thighs. “Shouldn’t have taught me so well. You can yank against them all you want, but you’re not going anywhere until I hear your screams from beneath that tape.”
He lifted his head from the bed while simultaneously trying to gain any ounce of leverage he could muster. “Mmmph.”
Lowering myself, I flicked my gaze to him, flashing him my truly dashing smile before placing my lips around his cock, swallowing him to the hilt in one easy bob of my head.
I gagged, saliva pooling in my mouth, but I used it to coat his entire length sloppily.
His hips thrusted, searching for more friction as his resounding moans amplified his pleasure.
Chasing that high once more, I completely removed my mouth from his member. While he writhed at the loss of pleasure, my palm pressed into the bed to give me leverage over him as I slapped him, twisting his head to the side.
“Try that again, and I’ll stop. This isn’t simply pleasure. This is punishment for driving recklessly, for insisting you take care of me, for refusing to focus on you. Now keep your hips against the bed like a good little bitch, or I’ll divert my attention elsewhere.”
Huffing through his nose, his brows furrowed as his frustration grew. Taking his lack of movement as a yes, I climbed back down, resuming my ministrations as I swallowed him to the back of my throat.
Working him slowly, I hummed at his obedience.
It was weird not having his hands tangled in my hair, shoving his cock relentlessly into my mouth, but this was a special kind of torment for him.
He didn’t like to relinquish control, but this?
This was total dominance by me, and I would continue to show him that as I sucked him, running my tongue along his piercing.
His muffled sounds of pleasure heightened, and I smirked, tugging at the metal with my teeth. Body tensing, he released a sharp huff of breath through his nose. Glancing up at him, I watched his head fall back as his fingers curled in on themselves, nails digging into his palms.
The sight was almost too much, my erection pressing into the mattress, and fuck, I wanted him choking.
Yanking myself away before his bliss consumed him, I moved upward, resting my ass against his chest as I peeled the tape from his lips. “Angry yet?”
“I’ve been angry since I got home—”
Using his speech as an opportunity, I grabbed his hair and shoved myself into his mouth, making him choke on the entire length of my cock. Rolling my hips forward, I groaned, pulling his head with me to fuck the back of his throat.
Shoulders curling, another heave came as he struggled to adjust to my unexpected intrusion.
He kicked his legs slightly, battling to catch even the slightest breath, only to realize there was only one way he’d be able to.
Responding just as I wished, his mouth loosened around me, saliva squelching as he worked to suck in oxygen while taking me equally.