28. Orion
28
ORION
“IRRESISTIBLE”
After she passes out, I throw Seraphina’s limp body across my shoulder, red crowding my vision as I stalk toward the St. Andrews cross on the back wall. I’m careful not to jostle her too much as I position her in the center of the cross, having to hold her up with one arm while I strap her wrist into a cuff with the other.
I hold her up while I connect the second wrist—not wanting to risk her shoulder dislocating—and once she’s supported evenly, I slowly release my grip. I step back, taking a moment to admire the dips and curves of her body, the chastity belt gleaming from her hips.
Salivating, I crouch low, running a finger up the inside of her calf, admiring each dip and curve of her ankle. Every part of her—no, every cell of her—calls to me. She’s so beautiful, I feel like I’m going to burst every time I look at her.
I drag my finger up, up, up, stopping at the corner of the chastity belt. I swirl my finger in the arousal pooling there, only drawing back when I’m completely coated in her. I draw my finger to my mouth, my eyes fluttering closed as the taste of her floods my senses. It’s sweet and heady and utterly intoxicating—and it makes me come undone.
I throw my head back, and a shuddering groan falls from my open mouth as I come in my pants, losing all control with the thought, the feel, the taste of her.
“Fuck.” I drag my chin down as the last of my release shudders free. “ Fuck. ”
I look down at the dark stain spreading along the front of my pants, frowning at the implications. If she can make me come by just tasting her, what am I going to do when I’m actually inside her?
Shaking the thought away, I return to my earlier job. I snap her ankles to each beam of the cross, then check the locks to make sure she can’t get free. Satisfied, I straighten, admiring my work for a moment before turning and leaving the room in search of clean pants. After deciding on a comfy pair of gray sweats, I return to Seraphina, adrenaline coursing through my veins and clearing my previously addled mind.
“Wake up, little dove,” I murmur, twisting her nipples hard enough to wake her.
Her eyes snap open, and the terrified sheen there sends a fresh wave of blood to my cock. Stepping forward so our chests are pressed together, I lean down to her collarbone, placing chaste kisses across the curve that has her moaning in delight.
“Fuck yes.” She arches her back so her breasts press against the planes of my chest. She grinds her pussy against the hard line of my cock, her mouth falling open with cries of dismay as she tries and fails to gain any friction.
I lower my hands to her hips, shoving her hips back against the cross and holding her there. Then, I drag the pad of my tongue up the side of her neck and face, ignoring her cries of shock as I fill myself with the taste of her skin.
“You’re so delicious,” I murmur, brushing the tip of my nose against hers. She looks up through thick silver lashes, the fire in her eyes turning her irises into swirling, molten gold.
“Please.” Her hips jerk as a pleading look enters her gaze. “Please, Orion. I need to come.”
I shake my head, a manic laugh filling the room. “You don’t deserve to come.”
Pulling my dagger out, I place the blade on the curve of her neck, dragging it lightly across her skin. A thin line of red materializes, such a stark contrast to the pale skin surrounding it.
I gaze at Seraphina’s face, surprised to find her eyes fluttering, her mouth slightly parted as breathy moans fall from her lips. “Fuck.” She looks up at me through hooded eyes. “Do that again.”
Trying to think past the roaring in my mind, I make two more quick cuts across her shoulder and chest, drawing a loud moan from Seraphina. Her head tilts back and her hips jerk, losing all control as the pain floods her nervous system.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, overcome by shudders. “Oh my God, I’m going to fucking come.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” I growl. “Not until I say so.” I pull away from her entirely, smirking at the pained cries that fill the air as I do. “Brats don’t deserve to feel pleasure. Brats deserve to be punished.”
“But I?—”
I press the tip of my blade to her sternum, causing her words to halt and her breath to come hard and fast. I dig the blade in just enough to draw a pearl of blood to the surface, swiveling it each time Seraphina moans.
Fuck. This is not going to be easy.
I continue placing small nicks across her torso, each trembling moan I drag from her lips feeding the beast lurking beneath my skin. I move the blade to her hip, frowning when I see the crescent moon I gave her the other night is nearly healed. I carve a fresh moon over the same spot, and when I’m satisfied, I swipe the fresh blood away with the pad of my thumb.
I step back, admiring my beautiful little dove—the fresh marks across her skin that showcase to the world she’s mine. A little whimper falls from her swollen lips, though I can’t see her expression to tell whether it was one of pain or pleasure. One thing is for certain, though—her body is spent.
My heart twinges as I gaze at the fresh bruises spreading across her translucent skin, and I worry for a moment that I may have been too rough on her.
Is this what regret feels like?
I don’t like it. And I need to make it right. Stepping up to Seraphina, I release the cuffs on her ankles, then each of her wrists. When I’m done, her body falls forward, deadweight across my shoulder.
Although, she weighs far, far less than I would like her to.
I frown at the feel of her bones pressing into me, trying to recall when she last ate. She never seemed to eat when she went to her apartment, so I always assumed the old woman was feeding her when she went to visit. Still, that would mean it’s been…
Two days? That can’t be right.
Yet when I do the math, I find it is. My chest clenches with sorrow as I reposition Seraphina, holding her frail body to my chest with a single arm. In her addled state, she nestles her face against my chest, and I nearly collapse when she presses her lips to my skin.
Seraphina just kissed me. She just kissed me. Okay, I have to play this cool.
But it’s no use, and nothing short of a bullet could stop my heart from racing as she peppers little kisses across my collarbone. I tug her closer, careful not to apply too much pressure for fear I’ll snap her bones.
I remember when I found Baccus years ago—how fragile he seemed—how it felt like I would crush him every time I adjusted my grip. He, too, had never been cared for. Never loved, or respected. They’re alike in many ways, my little dove and Bacchus. Both cynical of the world and prone to aggression when cornered. They can spread their wings and fly anywhere they want, not tethered to the earth like the rest of us. But they’re loyal. Once they bond, it’s for life.
Yes, they share many similarities. But the nearly identical thing—uncanny in likeness—is the torture they hold in their eyes. It’s so deep, black, and endless. It seeps out of their very being, infecting the air around them.
I would do anything to take that away.
I press a kiss to Seraphina’s forehead as I step into the bathroom, thinking of all the things I would do just to see her smile at me.
Arson. Murder. Ripping the seams of the universe apart. The list is endless, really.
I run through the possibilities as I turn the faucet on, making sure the water is just warm enough before filling the tub. Grabbing the small key from my pocket, I unlock Seraphina’s chastity belt and lower her into the water. She mumbles a satisfied sound, and it fills some of the hollow pit in my chest.
Grabbing the shampoo I bought for her—the same one she uses at her apartment—I squeeze a dollop into my palm and begin massaging it into Seraphina’s scalp. My fingers slide over the silky strands of her hair, and I can’t help but marvel how they shine in the light—like finely spun silk.
“You are so beautiful, Seraphina,” I whisper, leaning in to place another kiss on the crest of her brow. I told her earlier I wanted to break her, and while my actions fit my words, I know the true reasoning in my heart. I want to keep her. I just don’t know how.
When I pull away, her eyes are open, catching me in a rare moment of vulnerability. I can’t look away—would never dare to do something that would cause her to take those glorious golden eyes off me.
“You’re awake.” It’s not a question, but she nods all the same. There’s something meek about the gesture—something that wasn’t there before—and I can’t help but think she’s warming to me. I want more of it.
“You’re washing my hair.” Again, not a question—but she seems puzzled by it all the same.
“I am.” I continue massaging her scalp, sitting in comfortable silence with her for a minute. “You seemed to enjoy it more when you passed out.”
“Did I?”
I recall the sounds pouring from her lips, and my cock swells. “You did.”
“Hmm.” She turns her head, eyes skimming over the label of the shampoo. “You’ve done your homework. Although, my favorite is the one with?—”
“Vanilla.” I lower the back of her head into the water. “I went to seven different stores, but they didn’t have it.”
“You have to order it online.” There’s a fragile look in her eyes I’ve never seen before. “How long have you been planning this?”
I shrug, deciding the truth would be too much—that the moment I saw her, I was gone. That the minute our eyes met, I knew I had to have her. “Does it really matter?”
“I suppose not.”
We sit in comfortable silence for a while, nothing but the occasional moan to interrupt it as I condition and rinse Seraphina’s long locks. When that’s done, I pump some shower gel into a washcloth, careful not to damage her skin further as I rub away the dried blood.
Only when she’s gleaming and waterlogged do I pull her from the tub. Goose bumps cover her skin as the air hits her exposed flesh, and I quickly grab the towel from the warmer and wrap it around her shoulders.
Her shivering ceases instantly, and her chest buzzes with a satisfied hum. “Oh, I fucking need one of these.”
“I thought you would like it.” I silently pat myself on the back for taking the clerk’s advice at the store the other day. Your girlfriend will love this, she had said, thrusting the massive box into my chest. The insinuation had actually made me blush, and flustered, I followed her around the store, buying anything the elderly woman suggested.
And now it’s paying off. I grin as I take in the euphoric expression on Seraphina’s face, committing it to memory.
I step into the bedroom, but instead of placing Seraphina on the mattress, I walk over to the large black dresser in the corner of the room, pulling open the top drawer. I select a pair of matching leather restraints and a new chastity “belt” before moving back to the bed.
I place her face down, keeping a palm on her back as I secure her wrists and ankles. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight, and I have to attribute it to her exhaustion. Once she’s restrained, I slide my hand up the back of her thigh, stopping at the crease of her ass. I slide my hand toward her center, dipping a finger inside her dripping pussy.
Groaning, I swirl it around her walls, coating it in her arousal. She pants, arching her back as her body begins to tremble, but before she can come, I rip my hand away. She lets out an angry whine, showing me what a greedy little slut she is, and my blood heats. I bring my palm down hard on her ass, droplets of her juices flying into the air from the force of it.
“Every time I consider letting you come, you have to go and fuck it up. But you can’t help it, can you? Because you’re nothing more than a greedy little fucking brat.” I dig my fingertips into the mound of her ass. “Aren’t you, Seraphina?”
“You—you’re doing it to me! If you wouldn’t keep touching me?—”
I bring my hand down on her other cheek, leaving an angry red handprint behind. I give her two more hard slaps for good measure, coming away panting and hard as a fucking rock.
I lean forward, placing a kiss on the curve of her spine. “Bad girl,” I whisper, my breath causing goose bumps to raise along her spine. I slide my finger in her dripping cunt briefly before sliding it up her crack, pressing the tip against her tight little asshole. She gasps at the pressure as I slide it inside, a sound that turns to a moan as I add another finger inside her tight hole.
She arches her back as uncontrolled moans pour from her mouth, wriggling her hips in a desperate attempt to gain some friction elsewhere. With a dark chuckle, I grab the miniature chastity belt from the mattress, positioning the tip of the ribbed projection at her entrance.
Seraphina shudders as I slide the length of it inside her. I have to move so, so slow, otherwise she’ll come from the sensation alone, but eventually, I’m able to fit the entire dildo inside. I twist the shoehorn-like base over her pussy and clit, suctioning the cap to her pussy so there’s no way she’ll be able to get any stimulation.
Once she realizes what I’ve done, Seraphina lets out a distraught, animalistic noise. She wiggles and bucks her hips wildly, but nothing she does allows her to reach the edge she so desperately craves.
I slide my fingers from her asshole, chuckling at the desperate whine that leaves her mouth. “When you’re good, you get to come. Until then, we’re going to sleep.”
I fall next to her in bed, pulling her body flush against mine before raising the quilt over our bodies. From where her hands are positioned behind her back, they’re in the perfect position to grab my cock if she wanted to. I jerk my hips forward, my eyes rolling as the base of my cock slides against her fingers. Even through the fabric of my sweats, it’s more than enough to make me come, and I have to use every last ounce of restraint to pull away from her.
“Get some sleep, little dove.” I rest my chin in the crook of her neck. “We have a big day tomorrow.”
She scoffs. “Right. I don’t think that will be happening.”
The words are barely out of her mouth when sleep claims her.