CHAPTER TEN #4
“Rule number two,” he keeps going. “Nothin’ about you is strange-lookin’ or too small or anything less than perfect; is that clear?
” His eyes roam my flushed features. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my godforsaken life.
You pull at my gut until I’m shakin’. You make my chest tight until I can’t breathe.
You make me sweat. You make me hard. You make me hungry, and you make me feel like the world ain’t burnin’ around me all the time.
And every time the world gets a little too loud and unbearable, I close my eyes and think about all the nights you came undone for me. You did, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I think about what I’d do if I was in the room with you.”
“What?”
“I’d have taught you.”
“Taught me?”
“Exactly how to touch yourself. For me. For my pleasure.”
And my thighs clench around him.
“Would have you start slow,” he shares, plumping my ass in his hands. “Real slow. Would tell you to touch your thighs first. Just a graze of your fingers. Tell you to move your thumb in a circle. Slowly, so very slowly. Maybe have you spell my name on your skin. Radisson, Radisson, Radisson.”
“You have a…” I swallow, squirming in his hold again, rocking almost. “Long name.”
His lips twitch as he torturously moves his thumbs on my thighs. “I’m thinkin’ about ten or so times.”
“That’s mean.”
“You’d be all angry by then,” he says, his voice thick with both amusement and something else that I feel deep in my belly. “Glarin’ at me. Probably cursin’ too. So then, I’d have to tell you to stop, turn around, arch up your ass to the fuckin’ sky.”
“Why?”
“So you know that when you break one of my rules, you get ten on your ass.” I gasp but before I can say anything, he continues, “Got a hunch, though, that it’ll end up being more than ten.”
“What, why?”
“’Cause I don’t think you’re gonna be able to keep from cussin’ every time I lay one on you,” he explains, and as if to demonstrate he spanks my ass, and he does it so hard that I have to curse.
At which point his eyes glimmer and he spanks me again, rumbling, “And you get five extra for a repeated offense.”
“God, you’re…” I whisper, arching up in his arms, flexing my thighs around him. “You’re such a hard-ass.”
He hums. “Gonna let that pass. You’re still learnin’.”
I narrow my eyes in response.
And his mouth twitches again. “And not a hard-ass, just a cowboy who likes to work with his hands.”
I love his hands. Instead of saying that, though, I begin, “But I…”
“You what?”
I arch my neck and feel him run his nose along the column of it. “I don’t think I like your rules all that much.”
I hear him take a long breath and my belly clenches. “Oh, I think you’ll like it.”
“I—”
“You’ll like it,” he tells me, nuzzling his nose in my neck, breathing his words on my skin, “when by the time I’ll let you touch yourself for me, you’ll be tremblin’ like a leaf.
When every inch of you will be hot and ready, ripe.
You’ll fuckin’ love it when by the time I’ll let you run your fingers over that tight piece between your legs, you’ll be seepin’ out of your juicy little hole.
You’ll be runnin’ down the crack of your sore and red ass, makin’ a complete mess of yourself and your blue sheets.
By the time I’ll let you play with yourself, darlin’, you’ll like how your finger slips in your juices and how soft and puffy you feel down there.
But most of all, you’ll love it when only a few seconds later, maybe by the third stroke, you’ll come apart for me. Fall to pieces for my pleasure.”
I think I’m already doing that. Or at least I’m this close to it. As it is, I’m definitely trembling like a leaf as he said I would, and I’m so slippery that all I can do is writhe and whimper. “R-Radisson.”
He grips my ass harder, his fingers brutal and thrilling as he whispers against my mouth, “I know.”
“No, but I think—”
“Can smell you.”
“What?”
He breathes against my mouth for a few moments like he wants to gather himself before explaining, “Can smell your sweet cunt.”
A spasm goes through me at his words and my hips become haphazard in their movements. “I think I’m…”
“Do it.”
I blink, trying to focus, trying to tell him. “But I don’t think you understand. I’m so close.”
“Come for me.”
I’m rocking against him, humping his sculpted stomach, but I try to stop myself. “I can’t. You’re b-bleeding.”
“So?”
“So I just stabbed you. I can’t… move against you. It’s going to hurt.”
“Yeah, it will,” he growls as he starts to help me move.
As his hands on my ass start to pull me up and push me down, as if I’m a doll, making me go crazy, and all I can do is moan as I move.
“And it’ll hurt so fuckin’ good that with every breath I take, not only for weeks to come but for the rest of my life, I’ll remember this too.
You, writhin’ on my bleedin’ body. So shut the fuck up and grind against me until you come like the good girl I know you are. ”
“God, you’re… you’re psychotic.”
His chest shudders and his mouth opens on the side of my jaw.
“Ain’t never seen you fall apart from this close; thought about it a million times, though, since the first time I saw you touch yourself for me.
And after that, every time you did, thought I’d lose my mind if I didn’t get to touch you one day soon.
Never had you in my arms either, never thought I would, let alone while you’re like this.
Ready to break for me, all hot and moanin’ and Christ, so fuckin’ beautiful like a doll.
My pretty. Slutty. Fuckdoll.” He punctuates all those words with a hard squeeze of my ass.
“Mine to tease; mine to play with. So, darlin’, if this makes me psychotic, so be it. ”
God, he shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have called me darlin’ on top of everything else.
I’m shaking now. I have to come. I have to.
I’m mindless with the need, this crazy lust for him.
But still, I try one more time. I try to be good rather than a selfish slut who just wants to hump his bleeding body. “I’m not a… slut.”
I think he chuckles, but I can’t be sure. I know he’s amused, though, as he tells me, “Nice try, Princess. But we both know you are and you like it. You like bein’ my slut. My plaything, my doll. Ain’t that right?”
Okay, that’s it. I give up. I tell the truth: “Y-yes.”
“Good girl,” he mutters, spanking me again, and I jerk, moaning. “Now, you’re gonna ride me until you come. Until my fuckin’ blood soaks your princess pussy and your sweet cum soaks my monster body.”
I want to tell him he’s not a monster. Not because of his scars and not because of all the things he’s done.
I want to tell him a thousand other things, but I can’t.
All I can do is obey his commands. Be his good girl and ride his stomach as he nuzzles his nose in the side of my neck, smells my hair, and breathes into my skin.
I feel him all hot and hard between my thighs, breathing and growling, pawing at my body, a beast but not.
He’s so big, his body a force of nature, his stomach ridged and thick with muscles.
I feel his blood soaking my thighs, soaking my panties, getting beyond the fabric, touching the very core of me.
And God, please, when I look myself in the mirror later tonight, I hope I see the streaks of it on my skin, my pussy.
I hope I get to rub it in, make him a part of me.
And that’s how I come and give him what he wanted.
With the thoughts of his blood seeping into my skin.
With him breathing so close to me, smelling my skin and me, humping his wounded stomach.
When I’m able to gather my breath, my thoughts, I whisper, “Thank you.”
He goes still.
But I keep going. “For telling me. Your secret. For telling me I didn’t make it up. It wasn’t all in my head. It wasn’t a lie. Our connection.”
I want to keep riding this high, flying across the cloudless sky in my head, when he winds his arms around my body and plasters our fronts together.
In sort of a hug. My own arms go around his neck as I burrow into his body, blood and all.
Then, flexing his arms around me, he says in a voice that sounds like a lullaby, “Just because I haven’t hurt you yet, don’t mean I won’t.
” I stiffen in his arms, but his hold, as always, is tight and he keeps going, rubbing his face in my hair.
“So I want you to stay put, you understand? I want you to keep your head down and stay safe. Don’t wander off; don’t put yourself in danger.
Don’t make me fuckin’ come after you, yeah?
Don’t make me do things I don’t wanna do.
Don’t make me hurt you more than I have to.
’Cause I’ll choose my family over anythin’ else. ”
My bones are all cold now. My skin clammy and chilled. What does he mean by that? Why does he have to hurt me? What does he…
He squeezes me to himself again. “Nod if you understand.”
Scared, I do.
And he flexes his grip around me again, hugging me hard as he mutters, “Good girl.”