Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Josephine
I’m a coward.
A total coward.
Instead of going out there and confronting Scythe about what the hell was going on, I hid.
Talk about being an idiot. I finished putting dinner together and stayed in the kitchen.
The music blared from the other room, and when I couldn’t hide any longer, I made my way out there.
I intended on telling everyone the food was ready, but the first thing I saw was Scythe and Styxx were missing from the room.
My mind whirls with images of what I’ve seen in the past mixed with the stories I’d heard. I try to shake off the thought of Scythe being with anyone else, but I can’t. I need air.
Without talking to anyone or letting them know about dinner being ready, I make my way outside. My chest feels heavy, and I can barely breathe. Everyone can figure out for themselves there’s food in the kitchen when they go in there.
I step out into the dimming evening, and the sun shines through the trees.
I take a deep breath inhaling the wonderful scent of fresh air.
I walk slowly around the clubhouse, making my way to the picnic tables.
I slow down to a crawling pace when I hear deep voices talking.
I recognize one of them and peek around the corner of the building and find Scythe and Styxx talking with one of the pocket pussies .
. . the one that had her hands all over him.
“Don’t give a fuck what you want, it’s not happenin’.” Scythe’s booming voice penetrates through the buzzing that wants to take over in my head.
“But you want me . . . I know you do. There’s no way that woman appeases your appetite,” the woman purrs and goes to brush her hands against his chest.
“You’re pushing your luck, Slick,” Styxx warns harshly.
Slick? What kinda of name is that? Wait, I don’t even want to know how she got it. I shudder at the thought.
“Styxx,” Slick pouts, “I just want to experience the two of you together, just like the others have. Scythe’s woman doesn’t have to know.”
What the hell? Is this bitch for real?
Feeling a burst of anger swell within my chest, I step forward, arms crossed, and glare at the three of them.
“I don’t have to know what?” I snap, meeting each of their gazes.
“Freckles,” Scythe murmurs and motions for me to come to him.
I shake my head and ignore the desire to do just that.
“Someone want to tell me what I’ve stumbled upon?
” I ask, leveling a glare at the bitch. “Or should I leave and let you all continue? Maybe you should give her what she wants. It wouldn’t be the first time you two do something like that.
” I switch my anger to Scythe and meet his gaze.
“It’s not like you have had the chance to do whatever you want.
I mean, that’s what you were doing when you answered the phone not that long ago. ”
Scythe narrows his eyes, leveling me with a glare of his own. “You want to tell me what you’re talking about?”
“What did you think with me losing my memory that I’d never remember that bit?
Well, unlucky for you, I did. Woke up this morning with everything.
” I straighten, brush my hair over my shoulder, and sneer.
“I remember everything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave the three of you to do whatever.
I’m not going to be a part of this bullshit. ”
I take a total of three steps before I’m spun around and yanked into Scythe’s front.
“Let me go,” I snap.
“Shut it,” he orders and walks me backward until I’m pressed against the brick.
“I will not shut it. Now let me go, Scythe. I mean it. I’m done with this.”
“I’m not about to let you go,” he seethes, getting in my face. One hand grips my waist firmly, the other dives into my hair, tangling in the strands. “We’re gonna get this straight here and now.”
“There’s nothing to get straig—”
“I said shut it,” he growls, interrupting me.
“You have your memories back. Great. We’ll get to that in a minute.
But first, I’m gonna get something straight with you.
What you heard that day on the phone it was two bitches, one of them being Slick.
They were in my room when I opened the door and was talking to you. ”
Like that could be possible. In the time I’ve stayed in that room, he’s kept it locked tight. Coming and going from the room, the door is always locked. The only way in is if he unlocks it or I do, and that’s only because I have a key myself.
I roll my eyes and glare at him. “I don’t believe you.”
“I knew you wouldn’t, but it’s the damned truth, Josephine.” Growling, he steps deeper into my space, bringing us flush against each other. “You want to act like fuckin’ brat and get pissy, I’ll damn well treat you like one.”
I open my mouth to snap at him, but he claims my mouth in one scorching kiss that leaves my toes curling.
This one isn’t like the others I’ve shared with him.
No, this one is totally different. Just as quickly as it begins, he ends it, breaking his mouth from mine.
He steps back, takes my hand, and all but drags me into the clubhouse through the back doors and into his room.
Scythe releases me and seals us into the room. “Strip,” he orders and looks away from me, going to the stereo system he has on the dresser and turns music on. It’s not the usual music that I’ve heard them playing, but something more seductive . . . erotic . . . sensual.
But I ignore the music and his order. I’m not about to strip and give him what he wants. Not when he was outside with another woman. That very woman who had her hands on him. Who was telling him she wanted him to fuck her. That I didn’t need to know what they were doing.
Total bullshit.
Does he think I’m an idiot? I’m not being a brat. I’m pissed, and I feel like a complete fool for letting him trick me into thinking I was the only one he wanted and needed.
Scythe turns back to face me, and his gaze narrows at the sight of me fully dressed. “You want me to tear those clothes off you? Because that’s what’s gonna happen if you don’t fucking take them off.”
“You’re not gonna touch me, Scythe.” I refuse to give in. “I’m leaving, and you’re not going to stop me.”
I start for the door, but when I get there, I find it’s not just locked. No, he’s put a padded lock on it, making it impossible to get out. How had I never realized he had that on the door?
“You’re not going anywhere,” Scythe remarks from behind me, his breath at my ear.
How does he do that? Sneak up behind me without me hearing him.
“We’re working this shit out between us, and you’re gonna learn a lesson for acting like a brat with me.
” Those hands of his, the ones I love having on my body, rub up and down my arms, sending chills along my spine.
I don’t turn to look at him, and I don’t bother saying a word. I don’t think I could at this point. Whenever Scythe touches me, my mind turns to a puddle of goo.
“Now, you’re going to strip out of your clothes, get in the middle of the bed, ass in the air, and face the headboard,” he commands, running his nose along the shell of my ear.
“And if I don’t?” I manage to say without sounding too breathy.
“Then I’ll rip the clothes from you and put you the way I want you on the bed.”
Oh my God.
He’s going to drive me insane with that husky voice of his.
“I told you, you weren’t going to touch me.”
“Don’t fool yourself, Josephine. Your body wants me to touch it. But just so you know, I don’t have any intention of touching your body. Not until you’re begging for me to. Now do what I told you.”
Scythe moves away, and I finally turn to face him, but he’s got his back to me as he moves to his desk and takes a seat.
Swallowing past the thickness in my throat, I toe my shoes off and timidly strip out of my clothes leaving them in a pile on the floor. Further, I move to the bed and do as he says, getting on my hands and knees and facing the headboard.
I don’t know how much time passes without Scythe saying or doing anything.
I hear some typing for a bit. After a while, I start to get antsy, not knowing what he’s about to do.
Suddenly, I feel something tickle the backs of my legs, up the curve of my rear, along my spine, and then it’s brought to cover my eyes.
“I’m taking your sight as part of the punishment for the way you spoke to me outside and acting like a brat,” Scythe announces, securing the fabric in place.
My lips part, and I start breathing heavily, unsure of what I should be feeling right now.
Scythe moves away from the bed, and I hear a bit of rifling, then silence. The music goes through two tracks before he does anything else, and when he does, it surprises me with a sharp sting as he spanks me. But it’s not with his hand as he’s always done.
“With each touch to your ass, Josephine, I want you to count until I get to ten. You’ll receive five to each side.”
I nod and do as he says, counting. He pushes me with each one, spanking me harder and harder, and with the last one, I cry out the number ten.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You ready to apologize for the way you acted?”
Hell no, I wasn’t.
I shake my head in answer, not giving him words.
“All right then,” he remarks gravelly and moves behind me. A cool liquid hits between the crevice of my rear, and then I feel the tip of the plug he’d bought for me. He hasn’t used it again since the day we went to the cabin. Once he has it in place, something else is pressed against my pussy.
“Scythe.” I jerk forward, not knowing what to think.
“Told you I’m not touching you. Not until you beg me for it. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be using other things to make you wish it were me fucking you.”
I bite my lower lip and hold a moan back as he sinks a dildo inside my entrance. Then it starts pulsing inside me. There’s no holding back the gasp of surprise.
There’s so much pleasure, yet not enough, and when I want more. Granted, I’m not ready to give in.
Scythe swats at my rear with the paddle he used earlier, not hard, but just enough to make me start panting.
“You know how beautiful you look right now?”
I don’t answer him. I don’t think I could right now.
Not with how much pleasure is building inside me, yet it’s not enough to send me over the edge.
Scythe toys with me even longer, making comments about how much he loves my body and that I am his.
What gets to me is when he says no one compares to me, and he doesn’t want someone else when he has me in his bed. That I’m all he wants and needs.
“Please, Scythe, please,” I cry out. “I need you.”
“How do you need me?” he asks, running a hand along my spine.
“Inside me. Touching me. Oh God, I need you so much,” I pant, arching toward his simple touch. It’s the first time he’s used his hands since he started this.
“You gonna trust me when I say there’s no one but you? That you can trust me?”
“Yes, oh, Scythe, yes, I’ll trust you. Believe you.”
Scythe doesn’t waste a moment pulling the dildo free and sinking inside me.
Everything goes wild from there. Like a fire blazing in the woods that won’t just be sated with one touch. No, it’s passion arising and taking over every pore of my being. Total bliss that feels erotic.
When my release washes over me, I’m left screaming through it, and Scythe joins me, snarling my name. I thought he might relent, but he pushed through it and kept going plummeting me into another orgasm.
I collapse on my stomach, unable to move, exhaustion taking hold of me.
I let out a sigh of pleasure and close my eyes behind the blindfold, knowing I’m done for.
Because I know at this moment, Scythe didn’t just claim hold of my body, but my heart and soul as well.
I knew I loved him before. Now it’s a completely different story.
I don’t think I could stand to ever lose him as he’s a part of my very being now.