Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Josephine
“If you all don’t let me out of here, I’m going to throttle each and every person who gets in my way,” I grumbled, glaring at the man standing at the foot of the bed.
Over the past two weeks, since leaving the hospital, I’ve not had a moment of peace.
Shoot, I didn’t get to go home. Instead, I was brought straight to the clubhouse and planted in Scythe’s bed.
I tried to argue but found myself cuffed to the headboard when I kept trying to walk out of his room while he worked at his desk. The very thought of being in his bed has my libido racing in overdrive.
Leaving the hospital with him, I was unsure what would happen. But he hasn’t really touched me or done anything else. Well, he sleeps beside me at night, keeping me pinned to his side.
“I’d like to see you try, Freckles,” Scythe mutters, arms crossed over that magnificent chest of his. His brother is standing just a couple feet behind him, sporting an amused look.
He should be considering he’d just tossed me back on the bed after stopping me from leaving the clubhouse while Scythe was in the shower. Damn, the insufferable man put me in the fireman’s hold and carried me right back to Scythe’s room as the man himself stepped back out of the bathroom.
“This is ridiculous.” I huff and scooch up the bed to lean against the headboard.
“Need my hand with anything, brother?” Styxx smirks, that devilish grin of his nearly matching Scythe’s.
“No, I’ve got it,” Scythe answers, not looking back at his brother.
“Then I’ll get out of your hair and leave you to it.”
I narrow my gaze to little slits as Styxx pivots on his heel, all but strutting out of the room. The door closes behind him, and Scythe moves, coming to lean over me. His arms caging me in, and his face is right in front of mine . . . so close our noses touch, our breath mingles.
“Move.” I barely keep myself from sounding breathless. Having this man so close is driving me insane.
“No.” The one simple word holds volume, like it’s the only thing he has to say, and I’ll listen.
“Scythe, I mean it, get off me. I want out of this place.” I push at his chest, feeling the wet droplets from where he hadn’t finished drying off.
“Tell me why you want out and maybe I’ll arrange something.”
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I remark snidely.
Scythe smirks and before I can blink, he moves, taking me with him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls me over his lap.
“What are you . . .” I screech, kick, and buck against his hold on me.
“Be still,” he commands and swats my ass two times. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you’re going to take your punishment.” Spanking me twice more on the other cheek, he smooths his hand over the stinging pain making it almost pleasurable.
“What punishment?” I manage to get out without panting.
“Trying to leave the clubhouse when we’re on lockdown is just one of the things you’re in trouble for,” he explains and spanks me three more times.
“Scythe,” I squeal, unable to keep from jerking or clenching my legs together.
“I bet you’re wet, baby.” He chuckles and runs a finger between my legs. “I can feel the heat of your pussy through your thin pants. So damn hot. But as much as I want to fuck you, right now, that won’t happen. You haven’t learned your lesson yet.”
Releasing me, Scythe drops me onto the bed next to him, opens the nightstand draw and pulls out a package.
With the way he’s sitting, I can’t see what it is, but I can hear him opening it.
I start to move away but he grasps the waistband of my yoga pants and yanks them down just enough for him to see everything he wants to while holding up a silver round thing with a stem and flat spot.
“Do you know what this is?” he asks, looking from what’s in his hand to my face. I shake my head in answer and eye the thing unsure of what he’s going to do. “This is an anal plug. I got it just for you, and it’s going to help get you ready for me. But it’s also for when you don’t listen to me.”
“You’re not going to . . .”
“Oh, I’m going to, Josephine. Now roll over and stick your ass in the air.” Scythe takes that commanding tone, and a shiver runs down my spine.
Oh, so slowly, I do as he says.
My breath leaves my lungs, whooshes away when I feel his tongue swipe over me.
He takes his time, and then I feel the cool metal push into my back entrance.
Never did I think I’d ever allow anything to go there.
I’ve always said exit only. But when it comes to Scythe, it’s like he controls my body in a way I didn’t know was possible.
Once the plug is in place, Scythe kisses either side of my bottom and pulls my pants back over my waist.
“Good girl, now since you want out of the clubhouse so much, I’ll take you for a ride on the bike,” he announces, pulling me off the bed.
I blink and try to comprehend what he’s just said. I swallow and blink once more only to shake my head while trying to accustom myself to the plug he inserted in my rear.
How does he think I’ll be able to do anything with this thing inside me?
“Come on, Freckles,” he says after he finishes getting dressed.
“I can’t go out with this thing inside me,” I blurt.
Grinning, Scythe looks me up and down. “Oh, we’re going out, baby. You’re gonna get on my bike. The two of us are gonna ride around, I’ll even take you out to eat.”
“You can’t be serious, Scythe, I can’t go anywhere like this.” I take a step toward him and nearly whimper as I clench my cheeks together. “I’m a damn virgin, for god’s sake. Why would you do this?”
Scythe loses that grin of his, closes the distance between us, and yanks me to him.
Our fronts are flushed together, and he tilts his head until we’re nose to nose.
“I do this to you, Josephine, because you’re mine.
Because you did something you shouldn’t and are in need of punishment.
You want to go out so you get to wear your new toy.
Trust me when I say you won’t hate it. I would never actually hurt you when it comes to my punishments I dole out when you deserve them, but that don’t mean there won’t be a bit of pain, but pleasure will always outweigh it.
” Smoothing his hands down, he palms my ass in both large hands and squeezes.
“And Jos, baby, you ain’t no virgin.” I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it.
“I know you ain’t because I took your virginity.
I did that while we were out of town after you earned yourself a punishment by running from me. ”
A flash of a memory pops forward just for a single second, but I know it’s about what he just said. The two of us in the shower. Me in his arms. My back pressed to the tile. Him sliding inside me.
And just like that it’s gone.
But at least I know what he says is true. Though, when it comes to Scythe, I know he’s not a liar. He’s a powerhouse. A hot sexy jerk, but he’s not a liar. The man is a tell you how it is type and if you don’t like it, you can kiss his ass.
Scythe brushes his lips against mine, drops his hands from my rear, and takes my hand. “Time to go, Freckles.”
Great. This is definitely not something I want to be doing, but then again, I’m kind of looking forward to it. Mostly because it’s Scythe and that tidbit of a memory has me anxious to know what else we’ve done.