Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“BEG” BY GONEDARK
NOX
“Okay, Nox.” Two words that get me even harder than when she first suggested I could tie her up. A pretty flush colors her cheeks as she flutters those long eyelashes at me. “I have scarves,” she tells me coyly. “Silk ones. Would those work?”
Hunger and something like relief flashes through me, and I take a deep inhale through my nose. “Show me.”
Her skin shivers at the command, and I swallow hard when she gets up with no hesitation, going over to her dresser and pulling open a drawer. I can just about see inside, and it’s a rainbow of silk.
“Gifts from Tina, pretty things for church or formal events I rarely attend,” she says quietly, and I smirk.
She catches my eye in the mirror, her own widening, then she sucks her lower lip in and I have to stop the growl from leaving my throat.
I’ll teach her that only I get to abuse that lip.
She selects three and holds them up. “These?”
“Bring them here,” I command, and again she responds beautifully, coming straight back and handing me the silk.
I slide it through my fingers as I test them.
“These are perfect, Petal. Soft. Safe.” My eyes meet hers and I see that my approval means something to her.
Shit, that gives me all the warm and fuzzies.
“We need a safe word. Something you'd never normally say.”
She blinks, forehead furrowing and it’s too adorable. “Um…”
“Something that would immediately pull us out of the moment. That tells me to stop everything,” I elaborate, watching as she really thinks about it, taking it seriously.
A small smile tugs the corners of her lips. “Plum tree.”
My lips curve slightly. “The tree where Anatole lost control?”
Her cheeks blush again and I can’t wait to see that colour spread across her body. “It was the first thing I thought of!”
“Then it’s perfect. Plum tree.” I test the word, then nod. “Good. You say that, everything stops. No questions, no hesitation. I untie you immediately. Clear?”
She bobs her head in a nod, her chest rising and falling a little faster as her breaths come faster. “Clear.”
“And if you can't speak? If I have my hand over your mouth or something?” My tone is utterly serious now, making sure she understands the gravity of what we're doing.
“I could... tap you? With my foot? Three times?”
Pride fills my chest.
“Three foot taps.” I nod. “Good girl.” That delicious shiver falls over her again.
“Now, your boundaries. Anything that is an absolute no?” Both lips disappear as she sucks them in, and before I can think on it, my hand darts out, my thumb tugging them back out.
“I’m trying very hard to concentrate, baby, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to hold back. ”
Her lips part under my thumb, and I can’t resist sliding it inside her hot mouth just a little, watching as the tip of her tongue strokes it.
Fuck. “I can’t wait to slide my dick in this perfect fucking mouth, Petal.
” Her eyes go a little glazed, and with great reluctance I pull my thumb out. “Right, limits?”
“Um, I don’t really know to be honest,” she says after a moment. “None of my other partners have ever really gone beyond vanilla sex.” She pauses, thinking as her lips purse. “I guess I’m not sure about pain so maybe let’s leave that for today? Maybe ease me in gently? To start anyway.”
“Okay, we can do that.” I look her up and down, slowly, and watch as her nipples pebble under the tank top she’s wearing. “Now, take off your pajamas and get on the bed.”
Her eyes go wide and she licks those punishable lips, then her hands come to the hem of her tank, grasping it between those delicate fingers of hers and tugging it upwards.
A groan of appreciation falls from my lips when she reveals her gorgeous tits.
They’re perfect, just more than a handful and begging for me to bite and mark up.
I’ll take it slow tonight, so we can discover how much pain she can handle together after she gets a taste of me first.
I watch as she drops the garment to the floor, removing her sleep shorts next until she’s standing in front of me, completely bare and at my mercy. I’m almost dizzy with the fierce needs that are running through me. To claim. To add my marks next to Steele’s fading ones.
“So damn beautiful,” I marvel softly, and that flush she was wearing earlier spreads across her skin. “Now, on the bed, Petal.”
I give her my hand, helping her onto her bed and to lie down. She’s trembling, it’s warm in here but I want to make sure she’s comfortable. “Are you cold, baby?”
“No,” she replies, her pretty hazel eyes locked onto mine and the trust in them is threatening to undo me.
“These shivers for me?” I ask in a husky voice as I trace a single finger down the side of her body, watching as goosebumps pepper her skin.
“Yes.” It’s a whisper, but my dick jerks in my sweats all the same.
“Good girl.” I skate my finger back up, her back arching slightly as I skirt her nipple again and instead take my finger along her arm, wrapping my hand around her wrist and bringing it up. “Now you tell me if at any point your hands start to go numb or tingle.”
“Yes, Nox.” God. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her ready compliance.
I create a quick release knot as I loop the silk around her wrist, then lean over her to tie the other end firmly to the scrolling metal bars that make up the headboard.
Lucky for me, her bed is one of those fancy as shit ones that look like a princess should be sleeping in it. Which gives me an idea.
“When we’re like this, you’ll be my Princess, okay?” I tell her, and lean back on my knees to watch her face.
“Yes, Nox,” she replies once more, and I shake my head.
“You’ll address me as sir.” I stare at her as her nostrils flare and the colour high on her cheeks deepens.
“Yes, sir.”
Shit.
I did not expect that to hit me quite as hard as it did, my dick practically weeping, begging to sink deep inside her. Patience. We’ll make her beg first.
I repeat the same with her other wrist and then take the third silk scarf. “I’m going to use this over your eyes, okay, Princess?”
She sucks that lower lip in again and this time I do growl. “Can you do it after you undress, please, sir? I want to see you.”
“On the understanding that if you suck that fucking lip in one more time I will bite it until it bleeds,” I tell her and her throat bobs as she swallows.
“Yes, sir.”
God, she’s going to have me coming in my pants if I’m not careful.
Placing the silk across her stomach, I reach behind my neck with one hand and tug off my tank, throwing it to the floor.
Her eyes trace every muscle, every line of ink that crosses my skin, no doubt seeing a few of the scars that the ink couldn’t quite hide.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispers, and it makes me freeze. I’m not sure anyone has ever said that to me and I’ve not seen it as a curse, or as an empty compliment. But from her, when her eyes are full of worship, it threatens to fucking undo me.
I wonder what she sees. Whether the bronze of my skin looks warm to her in this light, or whether she's seeing the scars underneath.
Not knowing what to say, and unwilling to get off the bed, I push my sweats down, and watch as her eyes almost bug out of her head. They dart up to me, then back down, and she swallows again.
“Um, sir?” She sounds unsure, and I pause.
“Yes, Princess?”
“I don’t think that’s going to fit.” She steals a glance back up at my face before dipping down to my dick again. “Especially with all those… accessories.”
I chuckle, deep and low. “You mean my piercings?” I tilt my dick upwards more so she can see the eight bars decorating the underside. “It’s called a Jacob’s ladder, Princess. And trust me it’ll fit because I’ll make it fit and you’ll take it like a good girl.”
Her pupils blow wide and I make a mental note that she likes dominance as well as praise. “Yes, sir.”
I hum my approval. Then lean over and grab the silk scarf. “Now, close your eyes.”
She follows my instruction perfectly, and fuck me this woman will be my ruin. Leaning over, I allow my dick to skim over her skin, smearing the pre-cum that is leaking from me as I tie the scarf over her eyes, the knot on the side. Straightening back up, I take her in.
“You really are my perfect girl, Princess.” Her whole body reacts, preening under my attention even though she can’t see it.
“Now, I know Steele feasted on your delectable pussy first, preparing you for him, but I’m not going to do that.
I’m going to force myself inside you before you’re ready, and then, if you keep being my good girl, I’ll lick my cum out of you and give you a taste. ”
“Oh, Jesus,” she breathes, and the fact she’s not using her safe word tells me she’s not opposed to my plan. In the future I plan to just take what I want with her, but tonight I’m easing her in so she gets a fair warning.
“Jesus isn’t here, Princess,” I tell her. “Now, I’m feeling generous, so do you have any lube?”
I fully intended to use lube after what she told me about her condition, but keeping with the dominant speech is getting her worked up in the best fucking way.
She licks her lips. “Bedside cabinet. Top drawer.”
I smile, leaning over and opening the drawer, my grin grows when I spot her toy sitting next to the bottle.
“Oh, naughty little Princess. So desperate for cock she had to resort to toys,” I coo, and her cheeks turn bright red. “Don’t worry, we can use it to prepare you to take two of us in this pussy. Though, it’s not really reflective given how small it is.”
“T-two of you?” she stutters, and I grab the bottle out, squirting some on my palm and covering my shaft. Even that touch is almost enough to have me blowing my load all over her, especially with her tied up like she is and desperate.
“That’s right, Princess. Two of us,” I say, setting the bottle down and leaning back over her.
“Maybe one in your ass and one in your pussy.” She gives a full body shudder, and I settle between her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Maybe both in your pussy.” She whines when I notch the head of my dick against her entrance.
“Maybe two in your pussy and one in your ass until you think we might split you apart.”
Her mouth opens as I give a hard, punishing thrust, my hand coming up to cover it when a shriek starts to escape.
“Shhhh, Princess. You took me so well in your tight, little pussy.” I give her a moment to adjust, her body trembling around mine.
She's wetter than I expected, which means the lube won't be wasted — she's been building this whole time.
Good. I need her ready even if I won't admit that's what I was doing. And I wouldn’t cause her pain unless she wanted me to.
If I’m being honest I need a minute too because goddamn this pussy is where I want to spend the rest of my life. She’s so fucking tight, gripping me so hard I think I might pass out.
Clenching my jaw, I pull out, almost to the tip, then fuck back inside her, hard. Her back arches, sounds coming from her mouth and bouncing off my hand that I don’t dare move because it’ll let the whole house know what we’re doing and there are kids down the hall.
I keep my punishing pace, the wet sounds of her pleasure filling the room as she coats me in it.
Fuck, Steele did not mention that she was a squirter, but I am so fucking here for that level of feedback.
My thrusts don’t speed up, but I hook her leg over my free arm and clearly hit the sweet spot because she goes fucking feral.
“That’s it, Princess. Take everything I give you. You can’t fight me off, and the fact you are so fucking wet tells me you’re enjoying this.”
Some people might say I’m fucked up, that given my past I should know better than using the body’s response to stimuli as the only indicator that my partner is enjoying themselves.
And maybe in the past it was a way for me to come to terms with my own abuse.
But with her, with Blossom, it’s just about us.
About the fact that she’s accepting me, fucked up flaws and all, and she is enjoying it.
She’s not tapped out. She’s not used her safe word.
And she is soaked. Hell, I’m fucking soaked and it’s becoming increasingly hard not to come and fill her up.
Especially when her pussy keeps tightening around me as she keeps coming, and coming and fucking coming.
“One more for me, Princess,” I order, knowing I can’t hold back anymore when the tears start to drip down the sides of her flushed face. “One. Fucking. More.”
I remove my hand from her mouth, using it to bring her other leg over my arm and slam my lips over hers as I fuck her so hard the bed shakes.
She screams into my mouth, her legs twitching as she climaxes and squirts all over us both. I can’t help but take her lower lip in between my teeth and bite down hard as my dick jerks inside her and I come with a deep groan of my own when her blood fills my mouth.
Lightening feels like it’s skating across my entire body, and I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my entire fucking life. It leaves me lightheaded, my hips jerking a little as I keep filling her with my cum.
Giving her a final lick over the bite, my heart pounding, I pull out, move down her body and fasten my mouth over her still pulsing pussy.
She whines, gasping and arching her back as I lick and suck her, gathering my cum and hers.
She’s so fucking messy it makes me rabid, and I glance up to find her trying to quieten her sounds in her upper arm. Poor, little, Princess.
Only when I feel her orgasm against my lips, giving me more of her delicious cum, do I stop, keeping the mix in my mouth and I surge over her, pressing our sweat slicked bodies together.
My hand comes up to her cheeks, lightly pressing until she opens her mouth, then I lower my lips, passing our releases into her as I give her a filthy kiss.
She kisses me back, small, whimpering moans falling against my lips and tongue. I love the fucking taste of us both, mixed in with the copper from the bite on her lip.
“You are fucking mine, Princess,” I hiss between kisses. “I own you, we own you and you belong to us. Mine.” I can’t stop kissing her, hardly letting either of us breathe even though I need to get her hands untied. “And you fucking own us right back. We’re yours. For life.”