CHAPTER THREE | Onyx
CHAPTER THREE
Onyx
T HERE’S AN UNFAMILIAR weight on me and as I try to move, I can’t, what the fuck is on me? Peeling my eyes open, I realize my head hurts more than it should. I don’t remember going home, hell, I don’t remember leaving the coffee shop. The room around me is pitch black, but there are body parts on me. Ones that aren’t mine. As I try to move again, a low grumble vibrates my ear, making my heart beat so hard against my chest that I feel like it’s going to explode. Where the fuck am I? And who the fuck is touching me? Lifting my arm, I slap the head behind mine and someone shouts, jerking away from me and a cool breeze hits my bare chest as the body and blanket leave me.
“What the fuck?” A man’s voice asks.
“Who are you?” I ask, reaching for something to cover me, even though it’s dark and I doubt he can see anything.
“Awe, she doesn’t remember us.” A different man’s voice says.
“There’s two of you?” I shriek, fumbling over a body to get away as I fall to the floor with a squeal. My elbows and hips hit the ground and I start crawling away as quickly as I can. I have no idea where I am, and it’s too dark to do anything about it.
“Onyx?” One of them says, not really sure which one, since I have no fucking clue who they are or where I am.
“How do you know my name?” I look around, hoping my eyes will hurry up and adjust, but just as I look over towards where the voice came from, a light is flicked on, nearly blinding me. My head hurts, but not enough to have been black out drunk, which I don’t do anyways.
Blinking away the light, I let them adjust to it and when the guys, who are both sitting on the bed, look down at me, I laugh. “Nope.” I say, shaking my head. “There’s no fucking way I willingly came here with the pair of you.”
“Why not?” The one without tattoos says, almost like I just offended him.
“Well, because neither one of you are my type.” They look too, put together. Now, don’t get me wrong, men from all walks of life come to me for their pleasure, but it’s never someone roughly my age with faces like that. Damn they’re beautiful specimens.
“How so?” The tattoo’d one asks. I watch as his eyes flick across my body, taking in every bare fucking inch of me. I’d cover up, but I don’t seem to have any clothes nearby.
“Well, first and foremost, there are two of you. Second, I doubt you’d be okay with what I do behind closed doors.” I look around for my clothes again but don’t see them anywhere. Standing up, I put my hands on my hips. “Now, tell me where my clothes are.” I guess I'll just own this whole naked thing, even though I’m not usually naked in front of men. These fucking savages did something, and I’m going to get to the bottom of it before I castrate them.
“Gone.” The tattooed one says, standing up off the bed, the sheet falling away from him to reveal a very thick dick, standing at attention. Oh sweet baby boy, the things I’d make you do with a tool like that. Men who are thick dicked don’t get nearly as much praise as they should. I’d hands down take a thick one over a long one every fucking day of my life.
I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m going to say this one more time, then you’ll be sorry. Tell me where my clothes are.”
“What are you gonna do? Tie me down and spank me?” He asks, moving closer.
“Yes.” I state, watching him carefully, judging his expressions as he looks at me with a watchful eye. He doesn’t seem to react to me saying that I’d gladly tie him down and spank him. Then again, I have grown men far older than me pay me to do exactly that.
He opens the top drawer, and pulls something out, “Then you’ll need this.” He tosses something at me and the second it lands in my hand I know exactly what it is. My rope. “Shibari.” he comments.
“Yes.” I unloop the rope and feel it in my hands as I let it unravel.
“Rigger or bunny?” He asks.
“On your knees and I’ll show you.” I pull the rope tight and pop a hip out as I cock a brow at him.
“Rigger. Which means you’re a dominant, or at the very least a switch. So you prefer to have submissive men, however little one, I kneel for no one.” His face is less than an inch from mine, his warm breath caressing my cheek as he leans in closer, “I can however show you how good it feels to be on your knees for me.” He whispers against my ear.
Fucking men, always thinking they need to be in charge. Wrong. I grab him by his throat and push him back against his dresser, using my knee to hit his thigh, forcing him to drop for me. When his knees hit the ground, I use my thumb to make him look up at me, I spot the tattoo on his chest. The wolf, I bet he thinks he’s a predator, getting his way all the time. “Listen, little wolf. If you think for even one second that you can take control of this, then you’re in for a rude awakening. I will make you weep and beg for me to do it again.” I study his tattoos more, the large wolf on the left side of his chest stands out the most, the beautiful way it’s shaded brings so much life into it.
“Fucking hell.” The one from the bed exhales, sounding almost excited at what’s happening over here.
“You don’t get to speak.” I tell him, giving him a pointed look from over my shoulder and he just nods. When I turn my attention back to the man with all the tattoos and the ego problem, I see a sparkle of challenge in his green eyes. “Where am I?” I ask him, tightening my grip on his throat.
“You know I could get out of this.” He says with a grin. Almost like he’s daring me to push further.
“But you won’t because I always know when a man needs a woman to take control and you little wolf, are in dire need of a real woman to show you exactly what it means to feel needed and wanted.” I smile down at his stupid face and watch his grin stretch, who the fuck is this guy?
Studying his face, taking in every single feature, trying to figure out where I know him from. I’ve seen this face before. When he looks directly at me, with that shit eating grin, it hits me and I stumble back, letting go of him, looking for a quick way out of here. I need to run or I’m fucking dead.
“Do you understand now?” Kenan mother fucking Mazitti says, remaining on his knees.
“You can’t just make me disappear, I’m not some trailer trash lacky that fucked up. I’m important and well known.” I stand my ground, I can’t show fear, him and his family don’t take kindly to weakness. They see the strength in people and help them grow, if you have a weakness they use it until you become useless and then you disappear.
Kenan starts to get up off the floor, and I clear my throat. “I didn’t say you could get up, little wolf.” I keep using the term he tried to use on me, attempting to make it known that he was in charge.
“Stop calling me that, and you aren’t running this show Onyx.” Kenan sighs.
“Well this is not how I imagined this going,” the other one, who I still don’t know, says. But I watch him, watching Kenan. Oh, oh. I love this for him. That guy is totally in love with Kenan, and Kenan has no fucking clue. I could have so much fun with this, with them. I love showing a man that he belongs on his knees.
“So, what's the plan then big guy?” I ask, marching over to the bed, yanking the sheet away from the one who’s watching Kenan, to cover myself with, wrapping it around my body. I spot his dick resting against his belly, thick and hard too, oh and there’s shiny metal through his. Pierced, never had that before. Well, boy oh boy, we have ourself a couple of thick dicks here, and now we can get this fucking party started. No, Onyx. We are in some serious shit right now. Damn libido, always in overdrive.
For all I know, I’m behind those large steel gates, trapped in their huge house. Shit, fuck. Don’t show fear. Stand your ground, be the bad bitch you know you are. I watch as Kenan moves across the room. “Beck, she looks freaked out.” Kenan says, putting his hands on his hips. Which sets me off, I’m not someone who handles anger very well. I might be a blonde haired, blue eyed woman, who people often confuse as cute, but I will literally rip their balls off and make them eat it like a meatball.
I march back over to Kenan, letting the sheet fall, grab him by the back of his neck and force him back to the ground. He stumbles forward and drops back to his knees and I watch as the other one’s face twists in unimaginable pleasure as I manhandle his friend. “Oh, blondie boy, are you getting hard watching me?” I kiss the air at him as I hold Kenan down so he’s looking at the floor and sneaking a peek at his cock. Nice and thick, hard and ready for pleasure. “What’s your name, sweet boy.” I ask him with a soft tone, flirting with him just enough to get him to speak to me.
“B-Beckett. But everyone calls me Beck.” He replies, almost nervously.
“Tell me sweet puppy, does Kenan here think he’s in charge all the time?” I ask, keeping Kenan’s face pointing down. Beck nods his head and I laugh. “Oh, you’re a sweet little thing aren’t you. I’ll chew you up and spit you out, then make you beg until I do it again. But, you’ll have to be a dear and wait right there for me while I teach this sinful little prince some manners. M’kay?” He nods quickly and I return my attention back to Kenan.
Sliding my fingers up into his dark hair, I pull his head back until I can stand up against him but not let him touch me. “Now, be a good little boy and tell me you’re sorry.”
“For what?” He asks, his face expanding from shock as his brows hit his forehead and his eyes widen, showing so much white.
“For being a bad little boy and taking what’s not yours.” I tell him. “Silly goose.” I boop his nose and try to keep it playful before I get mad, because when I get mad, shit gets real.
“Sorry little lamb, but you are mine.” He says, trying to push up off the floor. I tsk at him, pulling his hair to force him to stay on the floor, right where I want him to be.
He looks up at me with those marvelous green eyes and I want to play so bad, “This little lamb will tame the wolf.” I tell him as I wrap my fingers around his throat, feeling his pulse in my fingers as I secure him.
He laughs, but I feel his pulse racing. Is he scared or excited? I lean over, letting my lips trace his and feel his breath catch, nervous. He’s so fucking nervous, this will work in my favor. “Sweet puppy, crawl up the bed for me and lay on your back.” I tell Beck, the sound of the sheets shuffling under him tells me he’s listened. I keep my eyes on Kenan, “You’re turn little wolf, time to get on the bed like the good little boy you are.”
I let go, walking over to the dresser where he pulled the rope from, spotting my travel size flogger in there. I grab it and the rope, turning to see that Kenan is just standing there, not laying like Beck is. “I won’t ask again.” I snap the flogger, hearing the tails snap in the air. Kenan’s eyes widened. “I’m assuming you drugged me, then kidnapped me and brought me here for a reason. Since my clothes and bag are nowhere to be seen, I can also assume you were after what I had written about your family on my computer.”
I let out a sigh as I slowly walked closer to him. “It’s going to be such a disappointment when you find nothing on that particular computer.” I laugh bubbles out of me. “When you’re ready to take me back home, let me know and I’ll stop.” I flick my wrist, letting the very ends of the tails hit Kenan in his side and he hisses. “Also, since you did in fact kidnap me, there will be no hard limits, no safewords, this is a no holds barred kind of play, where you’re my willing or unwilling victims.” I snap him again. “So lay the fuck down.”
“Why, so you can run?” He spits out, rubbing his side where I see the red marks starting to show.
“No, I’m not stupid. I’d bet your entire family is between me and the front door, not to mention any guards you have between the door and the gate. I’m also naked. So in order to leave, I will have to have you escort me out.” I flick my wrist again and he hisses from the sting as it echoes around us. His dick is still rock hard and I watch as my sweet little puppy palms himself. “Now, lay down.” Kenan stumbles backwards, trying to avoid the tails when I swing again, barely getting him this time as he falls to the bed.
Jumping on him quickly, I grab a wrist and loop it with the rope and tie it up around the bedpost. “Other hand.” I state, trying to pull it up to tie them together.
“I will not be tied down.” He tries to buck me off, but I just crawl further up onto his chest, pushing him down with my ass and thighs until I work the rope enough to get his other wrist tied. When I let go, he tries to move them, but it’s tied around the bed post, keeping him in place. “Take this off!” he shouts, fighting the ropes.
“I promise, little wolf, you’ll enjoy your time with me.” I wink as a smile curls my lips.
“Untie my fucking hands.” He barks out.
“Take me home.” I reply.
“Hard pass.”
“Then you stay tied.” Kenan is so focused on me, he doesn’t see that Beck is breathing heavily next to him, stroking his dick as he watches Kenan’s muscles flex and his dick bounce.
I kind of want to lick him though, like the whole ‘if I licked it, its mine’ takes over my mind. Maybe them kidnapping me won’t be so bad, I could work this angle until I can get away. It’ll give me more intel on the story and I can tear them down from within.