Chapter Twenty-Nine
Summer?
The air has been sucked from the room. My eyes are lasered onto the large window, hoping that if I ran with enough force, I could fucking fly out and plummet to the ground hard, wake up, and this would all have been a fucking nightmare. My hands squeeze the glass tumbler so hard that I feel it could crack within my grasp.
“Summer?”
His voice penetrates my ears, but I can’t look at him. Tears cling to my cheeks. Everything he’s told me feels like too much to take in. Rising from his seat, he slides the mask off. The moonlight catches his gorgeous face, his tanned skin, and those beautiful sparkling eyes. I shake my head in disbelief as a sob escapes my throat.
Slapping my hand over my mouth to stifle the noise, I just shake my head.
“It can’t be.” My words choke out, “Why would you….Why?”
Forcing myself to my feet, I slap my hand onto the arm of the chair to steady myself, and waves of dizziness run through my body. When I manage to stand up straight, I look at the glass still in my hand before launching it hard at the window.
Bhodi ducks out of the way, luckily. Still, part of me hoped he fucking hadn’t. Spinning on my heels, I run for the door, but the heavy boots aren’t far behind. Managing to snatch onto the door handle, it only opens a couple of centimetres before it’s forcefully shoved shut. I look at the large hand on the door. I feel his body pressed firmly into mine, the smell of his cologne, the sound of his voice.
How could I have missed all this? I’m so fucking stupid.
“Let me explain, please?” His lips lower to my ear. Even though I want to kill him right now, his voice is quiet and still sends a shiver of want right up my spine.
My fingers are still locked around the door handle, and I continue to pull, but he won’t let up. I shake my head when he places his hand over mine, breaking my grasp with the handle before spinning me around and pinning my arm above my head. When I go to slap him, he grabs my other hand.
“I fucking hate you! You lied to me. You got what you wanted and left! Then came back as someone else!” I spit out, the anger pouring from my words.
Tears and rage blur my vision. I try to shake from his firm grip, but it’s no use. He’s too fucking strong, and I’m too angry to even think properly.
“You can hate me, Fine! But don’t you dare say I fucking used you! Everything we did, we both fucking wanted, whether it was me or him!”
Bhodi snaps back, before letting out a heavy sigh.
“I had no fucking clue when I walked into that crime scene what I was dealing with, I barely knew anything about you…But fuck, when I saw your photo, I knew I had to see you, even just a glimpse. I had no idea how this would all turn out.”
My teeth gently gnaw on my lower lip. His statement rings true. I used him like he used me, whether it was for intense sex or because I wanted to feel safe.
“This is so fucked.” I mutter.
“I know. I only ever wanted to keep you safe.”
There’s no denying the warmth and sincerity in his words. Blinking away the thick tears from my eyes, I search his eyes again.
I eventually force my body to relax. When Bhodi’s grip on me loosens, he eventually takes a couple of steps back, letting me go completely. Only leaving the ghost of his touch on my skin, and as soon as I feel it disappear, I need to feel it again.
My chest heaves while we both stare at each other. My eyes penetrate his. I want more answers, but they can wait. Pushing my body from the door, I take Bhodi’s face in my hands, reaching up onto my tiptoes. For a moment, his eyes flickered with concern, but as the smirk pulls at my lips, I see his expression relax.
Closing my eyes, I lean in close, my lips almost touching his.
“Fuck me.” I whisper.
His palms skim down my back, over my ass, before gripping onto my thighs and lifting me. Wrapping my legs around him, I can feel his hard cock rubbing over my pussy. I moan, sinking my nails into the back of his neck when his lips crash to mine. I open wide, allowing his tongue to devour mine.
The kiss deepens and becomes frantic as he moves toward the bedroom. Kicking open the door, we land on the bed. Frantically scrabbling for Bhodi’s belt, I slide his jeans halfway down his thighs before forcing him onto his back. Straddling his lap, I grind down hard, seeking the friction I so desperately need.
With my fists bunching at his hoodie, my lips find his again. Glancing across to the bedside drawer, my left hand slowly slides across, as my fingers gently tug on the handle, I reach inside and gently reveal the shiny metal.
He shouldn’t have left these…
As one cuff snaps around his wrist, I feel his body tense. In an instant, I clasp the second cuff around the bedpost. As Bhodi’s eyes snap to the headboard, he tugs at his right wrist before his eyes flash to mine. As I push myself from the bed, the sound of clattering metal fills the room.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Bhodi’s eyes darken. I see the flicker of amusement creep across his face before he leans back and shrugs.
“Fine, you have the control.” The confidence glides over his face. Wetting his lips slightly, he shrugs.
“I know.” I smile sweetly before turning away.
I can feel the confusion fill the room as I exit. A thrill is pumping through me, and any exhaustion or fatigue I was feeling is long gone. Glancing at the mask lying on the coffee table, I pick it up. The light from outside the window dances across the black matte surface. Seeing it in my hands, feels strange. For weeks, I’ve seen that mask up close, felt his breath on me, and felt his body pressed into mine. Each time I closed my eyes, I wondered what was underneath it all. What his body looked like, his eyes, how he tasted.
Now I know….
Holding the mask down by my side, I head towards the kitchen. Sliding open the drawer, my gaze lands on the sharp knives in the butcher’s block. Reaching for the sharpest, I pull it from the block and hold the blade to the light. As it glistens, an idea comes to mind.
Sliding my jeans down, I kick them to one side before pulling my top over my head. Catching a glimpse of myself in my reflection as I head back towards the bedroom, my black lace thong and bra seem to match the mask in my hands well.
Reaching for the bottle of Jameson’s, I hold the three objects in my hands as I enter the room. Adding a sway to my hips, I place the knife and bottle on the side. Holding the mask towards my face, I saunter towards the edge of the bed.
“Did you enjoy watching me?” My voice is soft as I peek around the side of the mask.
“I did.” Bhodi straightens against the headboard, the handcuff laced onto his right wrist, jingling slightly.
“What did you enjoy most?” I ask, cocking my head to one side.
His breath catches in his throat. My eyes roam his body as his stomach muscles tense, and he wets his lips. I smile when his pupils dilate, reliving the memories of each time he watched me.
“The shower.” He swallows hard. “The way the water falls over your body glides over your ass, slides over those perfect round tits.”
I take a heavy inhale, his sinful words dripping all over my body. Reaching for the clasp of my bra, I allow it to fall to the ground. Taking a couple steps closer, my knees hit the foot of the bed. Running my hands over my hips, my stomach, then eventually allowing my fingers to pinch my already hard nipples, I let out a soft moan before they glide up my neck and through my hair, ruffling my loose waves.
Bhodi’s eyes narrow on mine, they darken as I can’t pull the smirk from my lips. Reaching behind me, I slide the large knife from the side. As I press my fingertip to the point, the sharp blade drags along the wood. Snatching the whiskey, I lurch it onto the bed along with the mask.
Straddling his lap again, I slide back and forth a couple of times. Feeling his thick cock still restricted by his underwear, I moan again, throwing my head back, pinching both nipples hard. I feel my pussy throb harder, my thighs aching with each tug and pinch.
I see Bhodi’s self-control begin to falter, his left fist clenched by his side, his knuckles turning white and almost trembling. Reaching for the mask, I lean forward, sliding it over his face. I place a gentle kiss on its lips.
“I always wanted Two/Face to fuck me, Bhodi.” I whisper.
Tugging at the zipper of his hoodie, I slide it down. Allowing the fabric to separate and fall on either side of his body. Reaching for the knife, I hold the blade against the fabric of his T-shirt before slicing it all the way through. The satisfying sheer sends a shudder through me as I push the fabric away, revealing his powerful frame, my fingertips gently dancing over his tanned skin. I feel his heart thundering in his chest whilst his muscles flex under my touch.
Lifting the bottle of whiskey, I twist the cap, tugging it with my teeth. I spit it out onto the floor. The tin bounces off the wooden floor before disappearing completely. Tilting the bottle, I watch as the amber liquid drips across his body before leaning down and licking it all up. The warmth of the drink, feeding my courage to carry on.
My tongue softly glides lower down his body. Looking through my thick lashes, I feel his eyes penetrating me, watching with intent while I hook my fingers under his boxers, slowly gliding them down. When his hard thick cock springs free, I feel my mouth water. I lick my lips before flattening my tongue and gliding from the base to the tip.
I feel his entire body tense beneath me. A sharp hiss escapes his mouth when his head falls back into the pillow. I look up to him once again. Lifting the knife off the bed, I reach for the band of my thong, slicing through the lace. It slides down my thigh, feeling my arousal down the inside of my legs.
Allowing my fingertips to glide over my nipples again. My head falls back while I tug and pinch, biting my lip, soft moans escape my mouth. Slipping my middle finger into my mouth, I slide it down my body. I hold Bhodi’s gaze as it glides down my skin and connects with my clit.
“Oh…Fuck.” I spit out, plunging my finger into my wet pussy before circling my clit again.
Circling my hips, my fingers go back and forth as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I grind against my own finger, feeling the heat spreading through my entire body. Bhodi’s chest rises and falls, spurring me to carry on, spreading my wetness over my swollen clit. I feel my body begin to spasm. Sinking lower to my knees, I feel my release fast approaching, plunging my fingers deep one final time, I feel my pussy spasm and jerk around my fingers.
“OH, FUCK BHODI!” Throwing my head back, I cry out as the sweat pours down my body.
My head eventually falls forward, panting heavily as the waves of pleasure still surge around me. I lean forward, my left hand braced onto Bhodi’s chest. Bringing my right hand to my lips, I gently suck on my middle finger. Looking into his eyes, I press another small kiss to the lips of the mask.
“Liars don’t get rewards.” The satisfied smug expression painted across my entire face.
The mask cocks to one side. I can still feel his body shaking beneath mine. But I can’t hide the satisfaction, of using his own words against him.
“Well, that’s lucky.”
My eyes search the mask, my brows lazily pinch. The noise of the metal on the headboard pulls my attention away. As the cuff falls open my eyes widen.
Shit.
Bhodi’s hand surges for my throat, my back hits the mattress, and his body rolls onto mine.
“Because I’m not a liar, Summer, but if you want Two/Face to fuck you, then I will.”
My entire body tenses, and I feel the shudder of the promise of domination rush through me. My breath catches in my throat, wetting my lips, and I nod my head, but Bhodi shakes his.
“I need you to say it.”
“Fuck me.” My voice is breathy and needy.
Bhodi pushes himself from the bed, discarding his sliced clothes to the side, he kicks his jeans and boxers away. Adjusting the mask, he stands tall at the foot of the bed. My gaze roams his entire body. He’s strong, powerful, and sinfully gorgeous.
Pulling my ankles, he shunts me further down the bed. When his body climbs over mine, I shudder when his thick cock drags across my pussy before settling between my thighs. Reaching between us, he plunges his fingers deep inside me, causing my hips to buck and a strained moan to escape my throat.
I feel his smirk from behind the mask, his fingers sliding in and out of me before placing them against my lips.
“Nothing is sweeter than watching you make yourself come.”
My tongue sweeps across his fingertips, tasting myself on his skin before opening my mouth fully and sucking hard.
“Or watching you taste yourself.”
He fists the duvet tightly with his palms, braced either side of my head. With one thrust of his hips, I cry out, a guttural moan escaping my throat as Bhodi fills me completely. My hands fly to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he withdraws before driving into me harder.
Hooking my legs tight around his waist, I feel his palm glide up my thigh before squeezing my flesh hard. Rolling onto his back, he pulls me with him. My palms are braced on his chest, with his hands firmly around my waist, rocking me back and forth.
“Fuck my cock. I need to see the look on your face again.”
My eyes begin to roll as the sensation and desire of a second orgasm threatens to take hold. Pressing my palms further into his chest, I hang on, rolling my hips over and over, grinding hard over his cock, I feel the pressure building all through my body, but he doesn’t let up. His palms squeeze tighter, jerking me back and forth, his cock rubbing where I need it most.
“FUCK! BHODI.” The words fall from my mouth, as my walls clamp down on him hard, I manage to grind over him twice more before my orgasm takes over my entire body.
My back hits the bed. I swipe the mask away, revealing that gorgeous face I’ve missed. My lips crash to his, wrapping my legs tight around him. Each thrust is hard and brutal. Our garbled moans of pleasure fill the room. My nails dig into his firm ass, holding him in place. My heels dig into the bed, grinding my pussy over his cock. He stills, his lips parted as I continue to grind and thrust, swallowing his cock, over and over. I know he’s close. I can feel Bhodi’s body tremble, his pupils have dilated, and I can feel the sweat pouring down his back.
“Summer..I…I’m.” His words are barely audible.
I pull my lips to his, I feel the muscles in my stomach strain, but his moans push me to keep going.
“FUCK!!!” He cries out, throwing his head into my neck.
A strained roar fills the room as he comes hard. Feeling his cock twitching deep inside me, his entire body collapsing onto mine. I can feel our hearts thundering in unison as we both quiver and shake from the intensity.
Rolling me onto my side, Bhodi places a gentle kiss on my forehead as he pushes my hair from my face. His eyes lazily search mine, running his knuckles across my cheek.
“Whatever happens, I need you to know how much I care about you.”
Hooking my thigh over his waist, my head falls onto his chest, concentrating on the sound of his heart, his fingertips gently run up and down the back of my thigh as I hold him close.
“I love you” I whisper gently, my eyes becoming heavy. I feel the exhaustion consume me, pulling me towards the promise of safety.