4. Faye
FAYE
The first thing I notice is the ache.
A deep, throbbing pulse between my legs, like I've been on the edge of something for hours. My thighs are slick, my skin damp with sweat, and my nipples are so sensitive even the brush of the sheet makes me whimper.
Then I realize my wrists are bound.
Soft fabric loops around them, tied to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind me I can't move. My breath hitches, my pulse spiking as the fog of sleep lifts.
Flynn.
I shift, testing the bonds, and a whine slips past my lips. My clit throbs, swollen and desperate, every tiny movement sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me.
The mattress dips.
I freeze.
His scent wraps around me first, warm, earthy, like aged oak and something darker, something that makes my stomach clench. Then his voice, low and rough, brushes against my ear.
"Awake, princess?"
I swallow, my throat dry. "You tied me up."
A dark chuckle. His fingers trail down my arm, slow, possessive. "Had to. You were thrashing so hard I thought you'd hurt yourself."
I bite my lip, my face burning. "Why would I be thrashing?"
His hand slides between my legs, two fingers pressing against my slit, not entering, just there, a promise and a threat. "Just like this."
My hips jerk, seeking more pressure, but he pulls back, leaving me empty. A frustrated sound claws up my throat.
"Flynn—"
"Shh." His thumb brushes over my clit, just once, and I gasp, my back arching off the bed. "You want to come, Faye? Then you'll listen first."
I whimper, my wrists tugging against the bonds. "I am listening."
His fingers slide inside me, slow and deep, and I moan, my walls clenching around him. He groans, his breath hot against my neck. "Such a tight little cunt. Always so wet for me, even when you're mad."
I turn my head, my lips brushing his jaw. "I'm not mad. I'm frustrated."
He pulls his fingers out, and I cry out at the loss. "And whose fault is that?"
I glare at him, my chest heaving. "Yours, you bastard."
A smirk tugs at his lips. His fingers return, curling inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. "Watch your mouth, Faye. Or I'll prolong your punishment."
I bite back a moan, my hips rolling against his hand. "You wouldn't dare."
His free hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, a silent reminder of who's in control. "Try me."
I whimper, my pulse fluttering beneath his palm. His fingers work me slow, deliberate, building the pressure inside me until I'm trembling, my thighs shaking. Just as I'm about to tip over the edge, he pulls back again.
I sob, my body jerking against the restraints. "Flynn, please."
His lips brush my ear. "Why do you think I'm doing this, Faye?"
I shake my head, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I don't know. To torture me?"
His fingers slide back inside me, and I moan, my walls clenching around him.
"Because you don't take care of yourself.
" His thumb presses against my clit, circling slow.
"You work until you collapse. You skip meals.
You push yourself until you're running on fumes.
" His voice drops, rough with something raw. "And I won't have that. Not with you."
I whimper, my hips lifting, chasing his touch. "I-I know. I'm sorry."
His fingers still. "Are you?"
I nod frantically, my hair sticking to my damp forehead. "Yes. I'll do better. I promise."
His thumb resumes its slow circles, and I gasp, my body tightening. "You'll eat when I tell you to. You'll rest when I say so. And you'll let me take care of you, Faye. Because you're mine to protect. Mine to cherish." His lips brush my temple. "Mine to ruin."
I whimper, my body trembling on the edge. "Please, Flynn. I'll be good. I'll listen. Just… Please let me come."
His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision white out. His thumb presses down on my clit, hard, and…
I shatter.
A broken cry tears from my throat as pleasure crashes over me, my body convulsing, my walls clenching around his fingers. He groans, his mouth crashing down on mine, swallowing my moans as he rides out my orgasm, his fingers working me through it until I'm a trembling, boneless mess.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, his eyes dark with satisfaction. His fingers slip from inside me, and I whimper at the loss, my body still twitching with aftershocks.
He brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. My breath hitches, my clit throbbing at the sight.
"You better take care of yourself," he murmurs, his voice rough.
His hands move to the ties, loosening them with practiced ease.
My arms fall to the bed, heavy and weak, and he rubs my wrists, his touch gentle now.
"I've got you," he murmurs, pulling me into his lap.
His arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I bury my face against his neck, breathing him in.
The words slip out before I can stop them, soft and breathless against his skin.
"I'll be good… Daddy."
His entire body goes still.
A sharp inhale, his chest expanding beneath my cheek. His fingers tighten in my hair, tilting my head back until I'm forced to meet his gaze. Those amber eyes burn, dark and hungry, his jaw clenched so tight I can see the muscle twitch.
Then his mouth crashes down on mine, rough and demanding, his tongue sweeping inside like he's claiming every inch of me. A growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my skin.
His hands slide up my ribs, rough and warm, and I shiver. The sheet's been kicked to the foot of the bed, leaving me bare beneath him, my skin still humming from the last orgasm.
I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
The salt-and-pepper strands are softer than I expected, silky against my palms. He groans into the kiss, his hands tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against him.
His cock presses against my thigh, thick and heavy, and I whimper, my hips rolling instinctively.
His lips leave mine, trailing down my jaw, my throat. His teeth scrape over my pulse point, and I gasp, my back arching. "Flynn…"
His hands cup my breasts, lifting them, testing their weight. A low sound rumbles in his chest, like he's just unwrapped something precious. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I bite my lip, my breath hitching. They're already hard, aching, the tips so sensitive even the air makes them throb.
He pinches one, just enough to make me gasp, and I buck against him. "Fuck, so responsive," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. His mouth closes over the other nipple, his tongue swirling around the peak before he sucks it into his mouth.
I cry out, my fingers tightening in his hair. The wet heat of his mouth sends jolts straight to my clit, and I squirm, my thighs pressing together. He chuckles, the vibration making my nipple ache, and his hand slides between my legs.
His fingers find me soaked, my arousal slick against my thighs. "So wet for me," he murmurs, his lips brushing my nipple as he speaks.
I whimper, my hips lifting, seeking more. His fingers slide inside me, slow and deep, and I moan, my walls clenching around him. He groans, his mouth returning to my breast, his tongue flicking over my nipple as he works me with his fingers.
His belt buckle clinks as he undoes it, the leather whispering against denim. My pulse spikes, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough. "So fucking ready for me." His zipper rasps, and then his cock springs free, thick and heavy in his hand. He strokes himself, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine. "You want this, princess? Want my cock inside that tight little cunt?"
"Wait," I gasp, my body trembling. "I-I'm a virgin."
His fingers still inside me, and I whimper at the loss. He pulls back, his eyes dark, his lips swollen from kissing me. "Say that again."
I swallow, my face burning. "I'm a virgin. I've never?—"
His mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my words. His fingers slide back inside me, deeper this time, and I moan into the kiss. When he pulls back, his breath is ragged, his eyes burning into mine. "You're mine, Faye. Your first time. Your last time. Every fucking time in between."
I whimper, my hips rolling against his hand. "But what if I'm not… What if I'm not good at it?"
His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur. "You're perfect," he growls. "Every sound you make, every tremble, every fucking whimper… it's all for me."
His thumb presses against my clit, and I gasp, my body tightening. "Flynn, please."
"Please what?" His voice is rough, his fingers working me slow, deliberate. "Please fuck you? Please breed you? Please fill this tight little cunt with my cum until it's dripping down your thighs?"
I moan, my body trembling. "Yes. All of it. Please."
He groans, his mouth crashing down on mine again. His fingers slide out of me, and I whimper at the loss, but then his hands are on my hips, lifting me, positioning me beneath him. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and hot, and I tense, my breath catching.
"Relax, princess," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "I've got you."
I nod, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He pushes inside me, slow, inch by inch, and I gasp, my body stretching around him. There's a sting, a burn, but it's overshadowed by the fullness, the pressure, the way he fills me so completely.
He groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "Fuck, Faye. You're so tight. So perfect."
I whimper, my hips lifting, trying to take more of him. He obliges, pushing deeper, and I cry out, my nails raking down his back. He hisses, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt.
I gasp, my body trembling around him. He stills, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on mine. "You okay?"
I nod, my lips parting on a moan as he pulls back, then thrusts forward again. "Yes. More. Please."