Chapter Nineteen
Summer?
I feel as though I’m inhaling Bhodi’s words, devouring them. Every sensible choice immediately leaves my mind. My body aches to feel him again, taste his skin, smell the sweat as it seeps from our pours while we lie in a heated mess of tangled limbs and euphoria.
Clutching the hem of my hoodie, I pull it over my body. Gently sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I await Bhodi’s reaction. Standing in a white lace thong, as the hoodie is lifted over my head, I feel my hair cascade over my shoulders and down my back. The cool breeze sweeps through the room and gently grazes across my bare skin. I see the desire swirl in his dark green iris’s, I watch the short inhale of breath and eventually the curl of his lip into a half smile. I home in on that desire. I feel my body falling into the trap. Throwing the clothing onto the floor, I shift on my tiptoes as his eyes devour my semi-naked body.
I watch with intent, as his lips move. His tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, wetting it slightly. As he takes a couple of steps closer, the cool leather of his jacket runs against my hard, painful nipples. I’m unable to tear my eyes away from his. I feel the goosebumps all over my skin, followed by a chill. The chill of anticipation, as he reaches out, taking a lock of my hair between his fingers, he twirls the curl around his digits like silk. I feel my head lean towards his touch, as his eyes search mine.
“We’re playing a dangerous game, aren’t we?” Bhodi asks calmly. The ghost of a smirk glides over his calm expression.
I feel my eyes widen at his comment, how calm he appears, how little he seems bothered by the threats that do linger over us. My eyes narrow on his, his calmness, appears almost arrogant. The confidence he carries himself with almost makes me jealous. Allowing the lock of hair to fall back against my skin, I watch in wonder trying to work out his next move.
As the intensity feels like it’s too much, my right hand shoots out to grab his jacket. As his hands snap around both wrists, the arrogant smirk appears a little bigger on his face, and my jaw falls open slightly. Bhodi pulls my body to his. Spinning me around, I gasp as my back hits his firm chest. The clinking sound of metal fills the room as he dangles the object in front of us both.
His lips lower to my ear as the shudder of wonder and intrigue dances right through me. The afternoon sunlight bouncing off the shiny metal handcuffs, the promise of something wild and animalistic.
“Today, we play by my rules, Summer. Are you ready?” His voice is low and mysterious, the handcuffs gently flickering in the light.
“Yes.” I push the words out, the intrigue of the handcuffs outweighing any fear I have about being unable to fully move. But the truth is, I trust Bhodi.
I’m drawn to his mystery, the dark soul behind those beautiful eyes, the secrets he holds, and the way his body dominates mine. It’s reckless. I’ve been warned, but right now that threat is nowhere to be seen. I refuse to have something or someone who hides behind a fucking mask dictate what I want. I’ll get the answers I need, but I just want to forget right now.
I feel the amusement skate across my skin. As he sweeps away my hair from my shoulder, he inhales deeply.
“You smell like safety.” There’s a subtle pain in his words. For a moment I feel my brows pinch. Unable to understand the meaning behind it.
As his fingers stay laced around my left wrist, I feel his warm hand glide down my right shoulder and arm before securing my other wrist with his grasp. Taking a deep breath, the thundering in my ears, is the only thing I can concentrate on. The anticipation forming a tight knot deep within my body, as the long drawn-out click can be heard as my hands are secured behind my back.
With my head bowed slightly, the excitement builds. As Bhodi’s fingers hook into the band of my underwear, he slowly slides them down my thighs. I feel my arousal leave a cool trail down the inside of my legs as the lace eventually meets the floor. Feeling his hot breath against my ass, he moves between each cheek. I shudder, sucking in a strangled breath.
“Does danger turn you on, Summer?” His fingers skate up the back of my thighs, stopping just before the dip of my ass cheeks. His teeth gently dig into the left cheek, and my entire body reacts as a thrill pulses through me.
“Do you like being trapped with me?” My mind tries to process the second question as his lips move to the right cheek, his teeth gently clamping down into my sensitive skin.
A heavy moan escapes my throat, “Yes.” I manage to force out as my eyes flutter closed.
As his teeth move away, I can feel a smile against my skin. Looking ahead, I can see Bhodi rise to his full height through the floor-to-ceiling window in front of us. His large frame swallows mine entirely, and his leather jacket slides from his shoulders as I watch in awe. The snapping of his belt causing my heart to jump and my throat to dry up entirely. As the sound the leather sliding across denim can be heard from behind me.
When the leather strap skates across the back of my thighs again, I feel myself shift on my feet and bracing myself for what’s to come. I feel his eyes on me, staring back into our reflection, and I wait in heated anticipation.
“Did the blood scare you?” He asks curiously.
The image of him standing in front of me, dry blood soaked into his skin, the vacant look and vulnerability in his eyes.
It should have scared me, hell, it should have fucking petrified me. But it didn’t. If anything, it made me dig deeper and unlock those feelings, I already knew I had. Bhodi made a decision. He made it, carried it out, and left no room for second-guessing. He did what all of us wanted to do when we were so cruelly wronged by someone else.
“No, it didn’t.” I whisper.
I feel him let out a low breath, a slight chuckle escaping his throat as all of a sudden the belt is whipped across my ass cheek. The sharp thwack, causing me to jolt forward. My garbled cry of pleasure echoes off the walls, and my feet stumbling as I fight against the restraints. Throwing my head back, the already fading sting on my skin leaving nothing but the need for more.
“Why?” He asks.
The question swirls around in my mind. Since arriving in New York, nothing seems normal, nothing has gone to plan and quite frankly nothing surprises me anymore. In such a short time, it’s opened my eyes to what people are capable of by their choices and what they’re capable of when pushed.
The blood didn’t scare me, Bhodi doesn’t scare me. However, the fear of the unknown does, for the past couple weeks or so it feels like something is always waiting around the corner to test or punish me somehow. The intense way he stares at me, though, his eyes hold a darkness, something so far I’ve been unable to chip away out, unable to gain his trust and something he’s never uttered a word about.
“Turn around and drop to your knees.” The demand has a chill to it. Before turning, I take one last look into the window as Bhodi lifts his T-shirt off and discards it onto the floor.
Sinking to my knees, the hard wooden floor is uncomfortable. Parting my knees slightly, I try to gain some more balance as I’m at eye level with his crotch. I let out a low breath, faced with his large, clothed erection. Licking my lips, my pussy pulses with what’s to come. His right-hand palms the fabric, and my eyes follow his movements, already lost in a trance.
“Eyes on me, Summer.”
“Summer.” This time, it’s a demand. His tone is clipped.
Blinking a couple of times, I fight to pull myself out of my self-inflicted trance and force my eyes to meet his. When I do, the right side of his lip is curled into that arrogant smirk again. The same one I can’t help but mimic. Sliding his zipper down, Bhodi slides his jeans and boxers down his firm, tanned thighs.
I suck in a breath as his large, firm, thick cock comes into view, holding himself in his right palm. The room feels like it’s spinning. There’s something about being at eye level with a beautiful cock, it’s erotic. Especially when you know what he’s capable of with it.
My eyes flicker to the deep veins, the beading of pre-cum on the head, and the rich smell of arousal inches away from my nose. I feel my body beginning to lean forward, the urge to taste him becoming too much, the tension between us suffocating. Rising on my knees slightly, I catch Bhodi’s gaze.
“Come here.” His voice is low and husky. Leaning closer, I sweep my tongue against the head. I watch as his stomach muscles contract, and he hisses. “Fuuuuuck”.
With a nudge of encouragement, I open my mouth wider. Taking him further and further each time. Settling lower on to my knees, the angle gives me full view. Bhodi’s emerald eyes ablaze as they bore into mine. Each time I take him further down my throat, I see them flicker, the sweat forming on his brow and the way his muscles all over his body tense.
With tears pricking my eyes, I continue to suck hard, the salty taste hitting the back of my throat each time. Bhodi’s hands travel to my neck, his palms placed over my skin, squeezing gently.
“Fuck, I can feel my cock down your throat..” His voice is exasperated, his breathing laboured, but it spurs me to continue.
Eventually, he pulls away, his chest heaves. Leaving my lips swollen, Bhodi takes a few steps back. I blink a couple of times as my eyes land on the small circular scars that mark his skin, a small cluster on his thigh, and an additional few scattered across his chest. Snapping his eyes back to his, there’s a moment of silence between us. I refuse to let my eyes travel back to his scars, but I feel them demanding my gaze.
Shit, did he notice me looking?
I feel a blush creep up my chest, right to my cheeks. I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t be.
He closes the space between us, circling around me, he pulls me to my feet. For a moment, I stagger, but he places his hands on my arms for support. Pulling my back into his chest, his erection nestled between my ass cheeks.
As Bhodi’s fingertips gently graze down my skin, I can’t help but allow mine to travel up and down his hard length. Sweeping my hair to one side, his lips find my neck again. Gently kissing and licking the sensitive skin, he fists my hair, pulling me to one side, exposing my neck further. His lips continue all the way up to my ear. His hot breath sends shudders all through me.
“Walk to the bedroom, stand on the bed, and face the headboard.”
With his voice low and full of promise ringing in my right ear, the command sends excitement right to my core, I snap my thighs together hard, trying to relieve the dull ache.
Wetting my lips, he gently releases my hair, and I slowly nod, feeling him step away from me.
“Ok.” My voice a whisper as I turn towards the bedroom. Bowing my head slightly, I can’t hide the mischievous smile on my lips as I enter the room.
Placing one foot onto the chaise lounge at the bottom of the bed, I push off the ground with the opposite foot. The adrenaline must be helping since I manage not to fall face-first onto the bed. Shuffling along the mattress, I find myself a few inches from the headboard, facing the wall.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, I feel my hands shuffle slightly in the cuffs, the metal now beginning to feel warm against my skin. Hearing Bhodi’s footsteps enter the room, I feel the bed shift behind me, moving closer towards me, his hands reaching for my wrists. Hearing the gentle clink of metal, one of my hands fall free.
“Turn around.” Slowly turning, my hard nipples graze across Bhodi’s chest, my eyes closer to the scars this time.
Remembering his words in the car.
“It’s rude to stare Summer.”
I crane my neck to look towards him.
Lifting his hand towards me, he twirls one of the loose curls between his fingers, his body moving closer to mine.
“I’ll explain those another day.” His voice softens.
Shaking my head, I try to avoid the explanation.
“No, you don’t have to. I’m sorry, it was rude…”
Bhodi wraps his arms around my waist tight, pulling me tight towards him. Lifting my body, I wrap my legs tight around him, craving the closeness between us, kneading his palms against my ass, my nails skim over his shoulders, rolling my hips, seeking some friction.
He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle, his eyes sparkle when he feels what I’m doing. Lowering my head slightly, I bite my bottom lip trying to stifle my slight embarrassment.
Dropping to his knees, I feel my back pressed into the soft mattress. Bhodi reaches for my right wrist; his body moves up mine slightly. Before I realize what he’s doing, I hear the distinctive metal clink as he loops the cuffs to the headboard and secures my left.
My jaw falls open as he hovers over me.
“I like control, Summer; you should know that by now.” His tone is deliciously dark.
My breath catches in my throat, pulling on the restraints, but there’s no chance of freeing myself without the key. Bhodi pushes himself back onto his knees, reaching for my ankles. He pulls me down the bed, spreading my legs.
Lowering himself between my thighs, instantly plunging a finger into my soaked, throbbing pussy.
“Fuck…” I cry out, my hips bucking off the bed.
“You’re fucking dripping”. He purrs against my thighs as his finger thrusts in and out.
I can feel my walls already clamping onto his single finger. Squeezing my eyes closed, I take a deep breath. Slowly sliding the finger out, he swirls it across my swollen clit before plunging it back in. I cry out, the deep tension building in my thighs, the rattling of metal on metal as I tug against the restraints.
Bhodi doesn’t hesitate, plunging his tongue into my pussy as my ass lifts off the bed entirely. My utter desire to chase my orgasm is the only thought at the forefront of my mind. The rest is a hazy blur. Pressing the pad of his thumb to my throbbing core, flattening his thick tongue, he continues to lick and suck as my deep moans fill the room. The sensation is intense and fucking amazing, as the promise of a hard release beckons me further.
Bhodi’s left hand dances over my hip, traveling further up my body. When his thumb and forefinger tweak and tug at my nipple, I sink further down the rabbit hole. With his whole mouth devouring my pussy, my eyes roll back into my head. Rolling his forefinger and thumb over my hard nipple, I cry out.
My head falls back into the pillow, I aggressively pull on the handcuffs. The hard metal clattering against the headboard as my soul leaves my body.
“OH FUCK!” Are the only garbled words I can fight out, and for a moment, I swear I have an out-of-body experience.
As his fingers slide out of me, Bhodi comes into view. Licking the glistening arousal from his lips, his body moved slowly up mine. His lips smearing my come over my skin the closer he gets. When his lips meet mine, I can finally taste myself. His tongue dips into my mouth as the kiss deepens. After a moment, he pulls away, wrapping his fingers around the chain of the handcuffs. I instinctively tug again.
Bhodi settles back into his knees, admiring the sated mess before him. Reaching for my thighs, he effortlessly flips me onto the front, wrenching my hips up. I grab onto the headboard for support.
In one swift motion, he thrusts deep inside me. His fingers dig deep into the flesh of my hips as he pulls all the way out before thrusting back into me hard. Throwing my head back, I cry out hard as he continues.
“Bhodi!” I cry out, the immense power behind each thrust, stars blurring my vision.
Shunting me further up the bed, he pulls my back into his chest. With my arms outstretched, he grabs a fistful of hair, exposing my neck again. His free hand slides slowly down my stomach, gently dancing between my parted thighs.
“I need to feel that tight cunt strangle my cock again, Summer, fuck….I can feel how close you are again.” Between each thrust, Bhodi’s husky voice fills my ears.
I can feel my entire body begin to shake again when his fingers connect with my aching sensitive clit, and my head flies back into his chest. I pull harder and harder against the headboard as the sensation continues to wrack my body, my thighs burn, my toes curl.
His thrusts become increasingly erratic as the sweat pours down my back. As my white knuckles clutch to the headboard, my entire body spasms as the intense orgasm drives through me hard. Sticking my ass out, I work my pussy over his cock, and he stills for a moment as my walls clamp down on him hard. His hands slam over my hips so hard, I cry out again. His fingers dig deep into my flesh as his head falls into my neck.
As a deep roar escapes his throat, I feel his cock pulsating deep inside of me. Our bodies fall forward into the soft bedding. He flips my limp body over, pulling me close to his chest. Catching my breath, I look up as the cuffs are unhooked, the rattling of the metal drowned out by the heavy breaths filling the space.
My heavy arms fall by my side. Looking at Bhodi through hooded eyes, he gently kisses each wrist, and I can’t help but admire the red rings that now mark my skin.
Glancing over, my eyes land on the black dress which hangs on the closet door, the reminder of what tomorrow will bring. Letting out a heavy sigh, Bhodi pulls me closer. I look up at him as he offers me a small, sympathetic smile.
“It’s ok you know, to forget sometimes.” He presses his lips to my forehead, speaking softly.
My brows pinch at his comment, his soft voice offering some comfort.
“No, it’s not.” I reply, shaking my head.
“It is, you can’t carry this sadness forever. It’s not healthy.”
“What if we never find out why he was murdered?” I feel my voice break at the question that’s been weighing me down.
“We will, Summer. I promise you we will.” Bhodi leans closer and speaks gently before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
He pulls the duvet over me; I wrap my arms around his strong body as my head lays on his chest. I feel my eyes become heavy, Bhodi’s fingertips gently grazing up and down my hip. I feel safe for the first time in days as sleep slowly takes over.