CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | Kenan
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Kenan
I HEAVE IN A brEATH , trying to reel back my anger after she just fucking punched me in the throat. I know I deserve it, and I need to let her feel like she has some sort of control over this, after I basically just ruined all of our lives, not to mention the chances of her staying here with Beck and I. However, I will not be letting her go anytime soon. She will be mine. He’ll be mine.
They’ll be mine.
“You do not get to tell me what to do.” Onyx snarls. “You do not get to be the good guy.” I look up and see she’s talking to Beck, who mistakenly asked her to calm down. She stomps towards him, grabbing a handful of his hair and drags him to kneel beside me. And when I look up at her she looks at me like the devil has arrived and he’s sitting in front of her. “Eyes on the floor, do not fucking move until I get back.” She says, leaving both Beck and I kneeling on the ground in the middle of my bedroom floor.
When my bedroom door shuts, I start to get up, but when Beck reaches for me I look back watching him shake his head, “Please don’t make this worse.” He whispers. “Do what she wants, we owe her this.”
“I’m-”
He cuts me off so fast. “You’re nothing right now other than the man who kidnapped her, took out her birth control, and you’ve or rather we’ve been trying to get her pregnant. You and I have no voice right now, it’s her time to rage, like you needed to out in the woods.” He releases my arm and moves back into his kneeling position, with his palms on his knees and his eye down.
A part of me is curious what my little lamb will do, but the other part of me wants to tie her down in the basement and fuck her until I know she’s carrying my child. I don’t want the life my parents have laid out for me. I don’t want any of this, but I’ll never give any of it up, because this is my life and this is who I am.
Moving back into the position she left me in, I wait to see what exactly she has in store for us, because honestly, I have no clue. She could be going to get a knife right now to slit my throat for all I know. Which would just be the fucking cherry on top at this point, because if I can’t have her and him, then what’s the point of continuing on?
The bedroom door opens again and Onyx looks directly at us, but only for a moment. Not really giving us any idea of what’s about to happen, at least until she shuts the door and I see blue and black rope. A lot of it.
She doesn’t say a word as she lays the ropes out on the bed and then takes a seat next to them, crossing her leg as her foot ticks just a little, like she’s waiting for something. When there’s a knock on the door, she smiles getting up and opens the door. My eyes widen when Axel walks in, with tools.
What the fuck is happening?
“They’re in a time out, don’t speak to them.” Onyx says to Axel, who snickers then coughs trying to cover up his laugh.
“Where do you want them?” He asks as Ethan and Damien follow in behind Axel. My anger boils over, too many of them are seeing this and I will never hear the end of it now.
“I need two sets, one on each side of the bed.” She commands. Where the fuck does she have the nerve bossing around my brother and our dads? “Please.” She adds when Axel gives her a stern look.
“What about them?” Damien asks.
“They’re in trouble, they can sit right there in their confusion.” She says, tucking her hands behind her back as the guys get to work, bringing a ladder into my room.
As the time goes by, I realize what they’re doing. They’re setting up a rope pulley system, two of them, which means Beckett and I are about to be hung from the ceiling. Hopefully it's all sexy like and not by our necks. When the last one is secured into the ceiling, the guys take their tools and start to leave, but Axel can’t help himself, looking over at us with a wide toothy smile like the fucking asshole he is. I’m going to have to kick his ass downstairs after this.
Onyx makes sure the door is shut and locked after they leave, leaning against it she lets out a long sigh and looks up at the pulley’s with ropes hanging from each of them. “I’m no-” I start but she rushes to me and smacks me in the mouth.
“I didn’t give you permission to talk.” She says, kicking out of her pants, or well, my pants since she doesn’t really have clothes here. “Strip. Both of you, then lace your fingers together in front of you.” Beck and I push up off the floor and do as she says.
I know I told Beck I’d do whatever she wanted, but I’m beginning to regret those words. I also know she heard me say that, and not to mention, “Get out of your head.” Onyx smacks my ass as I lean over to step out of my boxers.
“Yes Ma’am.” I reply, swallowing the lump that's forming.
Rigger.
She said she was a rigger, and she hasn’t had any control since she’s been here, not really. I’ve played her like the toy she was supposed to be, she was supposed to be a means to an end. To stop the wedding my mother agreed to. Beck and I stand side by side completely naked when Onyx pulls out more ropes, smaller ones, one blue and one black, matching the ones that are threaded through the pulley’s above us. I take a deep breath as she uses the black one, lacing it up my arms, tying them together in a sort of criss-cross pattern. Then she takes the royal blue rope and ties Beckett’s arms together in what looks like a ladder.
When she’s finished she grabs Beckett by the rope at his wrist and leads him to the far side of the bed where the blue ropes hang, and starts looping, tying and threading the ropes around him, almost making an outfit out of it. It loops down one of his legs and I cock my head to the side as she pulls the other end of the rope, which makes him fall to the side, suspending him in the air.
“How’s that feel, puppy?” She asks, barely struggling to hold him up, there’s no way she’s strong enough, so I follow the rope back up to the pulley’s. Are they doing most of the work as far as the weight goes? How is this working?
“Different.” He says, looking over at his body. He has one leg out and his body, almost making him look like he’s trying to be some damn figure skater as the other leg hangs down.
“Good or bad, any pulling, pinching, or pain?” She asks and he shakes his head. “We have to have words puppy, this is about trust, and we are severely lacking in that department right now, so anything you think needs to be said. Do you understand?” This time she’s less nice, more bossy pants.
“Yes Ma’am.” Beckett replies. “Nothing is pulling or hurting, just a little uncomfortable I guess.” He replies.
“That’s normal, you aren’t used to it.” She ties off the rope, using the anchor I watched Axel install on the floor.
She’s really doing this.
She lifts his other foot, using the excess rope and ties it around his ankle and then around his waist, pulling it tight up against his thigh in a figure four. “I’ll be back, if anything changes or it hurts, tell me and I’ll cut you down.” She pulls a knife off the dresser and sets it on the bed, after showing it to us.
Onyx has a knife. Maybe I will die.
My heart starts racing in my chest as she makes her way towards me, I guess it’s my turn. I take a deep breath as she leads me to my black ropes and gets to work doing the exact same technique to me that she did to Beckett, only so I can face him, so it’s the other leg. Beckett’s eyes widen and squint like he’s trying to communicate to me through his eyes, but I think he forgot that just because I sucked his dick doesn’t make me a woman. I don’t speak girl code with my eyes.
When she’s finished, I rotate my head to look at her, “I don’t want to ask you if it hurts, because I’m mad as fuck, but I’m a responsible rigger. So does the rope hurt you?” She asks, and Beckett was right, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just strange as the ropes secure me in the air.
“No Ma’am.” I reply, watching her tie off the rope on the floor anchor. She then ties my foot up to my thigh, which stretches my knee a bit but I guarantee it’s nothing compared to whatever she’s about to do.
Onyx jumps onto the bed and sits, facing the headboard. “I know you meant well in your own twisted heads, but you don’t get to decide how I live my life. This,” She points to each of us, looking me straight in the eye, “is what I like to do. So, you’ll hang here for a moment while I think. Then, when I’m ready, I’ll show you exactly who you’ve invited into your home by kidnapping me and then trying to get me pregnant.” She lays back, tucking her hands behind her head and stares up at the ceiling, not bothering to look at either of us. “After I’ve had my fun, then we’ll talk about how I can get out of here alive.”
I’m not sure if I’m supposed to talk, considering she’s literally tied me up for being a bad boy, but I’m going to risk it, “Hey. Not to risk getting my nuts cut off. But...” She whips her head to look at me and Beckett shakes his head violently. Read the room Kenan, is she going to cut them off, or worse... maybe, but I need to know.
“You haven’t had your period since we removed your IUD, is there a chance you’re already pregnant?” I regret asking the second she sits up, because she grabs the knife. I gulp and fear ricochets through my veins as I watch her climb out of the bed and point the blade at my face.
“I’ve already been considering it.” She snaps. “But if I am, I won’t tell you.” She slices the knife against my face, cutting my cheek and I hiss. She throws the knife back on the bed and disappears from my line of sight and since I’m hanging in the air, I can’t exactly do anything about it. I seem to get myself into a lot of weird or bad situations lately.