Chapter 72
Idon’t know why I’m so fucking shocked she flayed me like that. I chose her as my toy because she could handle whatever I threw at her. I just thought it would be the sickness that makes my dick hard, not the cyclone of my traumatic past.
Her reverent touch scrubs over my back, pausing at the base of my spine.
“Can I touch you?” The softness in her voice threatens to wreck the precarious shell I’ve encased myself with.
It’s a tiring thing, patching the dam holding all my shit at bay when she’s punching holes in it without realization.
I nod, and her hands continue their mission to cleanse me of all I know.
I don’t blame her for the sharp turn away from foreplay.
That’s my fault. I snapped at her, and she’s fucking right.
I’m so used to every kindness coming at a cost that I can’t fathom a world where acts are selfless and non-manipulative.
Even though I know Rose does these things because she wants to, it’s like trying to rewire my brain into accepting them.
However, the system crashes instead of accepting the new information.
“Done,” she says, leaning past me to hang the sponge.
Solemnly, I nod. I can’t bear to look at her fucking gorgeous face, downturned with sadness because of me.
The glass door opens, and she steps out.
She may as well slam the door so hard it shatters, because the soft click of it closing hurts just as much.
Cold creeps in at her absence, wrapping itself up my calves like snakes. They coil around my torso, slithering up to constrict my neck. I immediately miss her touch, her ability to chase away the darkness. I need it back.
I step out of the shower after rinsing, almost forgetting to turn off the water in my haste to have her warmth consume me.
She’s propped up on the pillow, reading a new book in bed, completely disregarding the chips and salsa on the nightstand. “You’re making a puddle,” she says flatly, not bothering to take her eyes off the page.
Can she not stomach to look at me? Does the same scum that lingers on my skin taint hers as well? I’d sooner eviscerate myself than ruin her in that way.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I rumble, approaching the side of the bed.
“It’s your house,” she mumbles.
I lean down, palms on the mattress. The knife she just drove between my ribs making me weak. “Our house,” I correct.
“Sure.” Rose flips the page on her stupid little book, not deigning me with even a glance.
I rip the fucking thing from her hands and toss it across the room, crawling onto the mattress and closing her in. “Why are you being like this?”
The fire in her eyes scorches me when she finally turns them my way. “Like what?” she replies far too sweetly. “Cold? Bitchy?”
“Yes.”
“Because you’re an easy fucker to bait.” A sexy smile blooms across her face, and I realize I’ve been had.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm.”
“I could just leave.”
Rose curls her fingers around my cock, stroking slow. “You could, but I think you’d rather punish me instead.”
“Think you got me all figured out, eh?” She does, and it’s fucking ruining me.
The fact she knows I’d rather fuck than talk about shit is enough.
But she knows more about me than even Kyle and Bucky.
I only gave them the basest level of my story when we were young, I doubt they even remember it now.
“Hmm, maybe.” She smirks, twisting her hand around the tip of my dick, pulling a moan from my throat.
“How do you want it?”
“Any way you want, I’m all yours.”
Fuck. I could cum from that simple phrase alone.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say, flower.”
Rose spreads her legs, welcoming me between them.
“You don’t scare me.” Her heat threatens to incinerate me as she says all the right things without knowing the depth of what they mean.
The dream of her toying with me lights up my brain, and I don’t know if I have the guts to ask for something I’ve only ever experienced while asleep.
“I should,” I growl, dropping my weight onto her as I pin both her hands above her head, plunging into her cunt with a groan.
“Fuck,” she pitches on a gasp, her wet pussy sucking me in.
I roll my hips slow, the sight of her beneath me satiating the desire for submission. “I’m evil, vile, sadistic. I’ll destroy you.”
“Show me,” she whispers, wrapping her legs around me and locking her ankles. She tugs me hard, crashing me into her.
Her words fray my carefully crafted patience, but the indentations around her mouth from her torture hold me at bay. “Not yet.”
“What are you so afraid of?” she taunts. “Think you’ll be the one to break me if you go too far?”
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. The lines have blurred so thoroughly, I don’t know when the fake persona I was presenting as the ‘good guy’ overtook me and my darkness.
I want to be good for her, she makes me better when she chases away my past. But it’s there, clawing and raking against its fleshy cage.
I’m imbalanced, and don’t know how to right myself, find who I am now.
Stalling the movement of my hips, I look into the autumn forest of her eyes. “Yes,” I rasp.
She slips her wrists free of my grasp, fingers coming up to trace the contours of my jaw as she leads my lips to hers. The kiss is gentle, soft. Like her. It further wrecks me, driving home how undeserving I truly am.
Rose pulls back, only enough to utter the words I need to hear. “Maybe you’re no good, but neither am I. Stop thinking you’re so goddamn unloveable, you’re perfect for me.”
My heart fucking soars, stomach dipping through a loop-de-loop, as my cock throbs deep within her. A hunger for her tears through my fucking soul as I become a needy fucking beast.
My lips slam down on hers, body crushing her into the sheets as my thrusts become punishing. Rose’s tiny whimpers echo through my throat as her tongue brushes against mine.
If she wants to see what I can bring to the table, I’ll fucking show her.
I feather kisses down her neck, between her breasts.
My cock slips out of her, smearing her arousal across the sheets as I continue my descent, kissing along her hip and down to the junction of her thighs.
She squirms under my touch, back bowing off the bed when I spread her legs and swipe my tongue through her slit.
“Stay still, flower.” My warm breath floats across her skin, and she rolls her hips, body searching for the sensation only I’ve ever provided.
“Ripley, please,” she begs.
Sliding two fingers into her as my mouth comes down over her swollen clit, I feel her tense.
She fights her desire to writhe against my mouth in order to follow my direction.
I press further, curling my fingers and stroking her deep, as I suck a pulse on her nub.
Rose’s cry echoes around the room as her thighs clamp around my face.
“I can’t, holy fuck,” she whines, “it’s too much. ”
Releasing her, I growl against her core, “Open your fucking legs.”
“Rip…”
“Fucking now, Rose.” Her legs shake as they slowly fall open. “Palms flat on the headboard,” I demand.
“What?”
Landing a sharp slap to her clit, she screams so fucking beautifully, body undulating as it resonates through her. “You heard me. Obey.”
Her tanned skin shimmers in the moonlight streaming through the open window, the thin sheen of sweat making her glow.
Rose’s fingers uncurl from the fisted sheets, moving over her head, palms lying flat against the dark ash coloured headboard.
“That’s my good girl,” I coo. “Now, don’t move or you’ll be punished. Understand?”
She nods her head quickly, and I fight a smile. Cracking my hand off her thigh, she gasps, a full-body writhe overcoming her. “When I ask you a question, you will respond.”
“Okay,” she chokes through her panting breaths.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Be as loud as you need, but do not move.”
“Yes, I know,” she snaps.
“Do you want to keep going?”
“Yes, fuck, come on.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
I raise my hand, prepping to come down on her clit once more.
“Wait!” she shouts, and I pause. “Nothing is the matter. I’m achy, and craving release. But you’re dragging this out and enjoying every fucking second of it.”
I bring my hand down, fingers slapping against her most sensitive spot. She screams loud enough to wake the neighbours, but doesn’t move this time.
Rose heaves in a breath. “I answered you,” she snips.
“Next time, don’t make me wait.”
Her head falls back into the pillow. “Okay,” she breathes.
Rose’s breath hitches when I slide my fingers back into her centre, body taut like a band about to break.
Slowly, I plunge in and out of her, the sound so fucking addicting.
Fluttering light kisses up and down her inner thigh, I feel her coil in anticipation every time I approach where she wants me most, and deflate when I back off.
I’m teasing, working her pleasure and annoyance into a tightly wound ball of fury until she snaps at me for prolonging this torment.
Maybe she’s devising a plan to get me back as she lies there.
I can only hope.
“Ripley…”
“Yes, baby?”
“I need…I-I…” She loses her ability to speak as I curl my fingers and swirl my tongue around her clit.
“What do you need, flower?” I query, licking slow.
“I… You…”
I flick my tongue over her bud, and her hips buck in response. “Shit,” she whispers.
I latch my mouth to that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking hard.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she mewls.
Not a fucking chance.
Not only did she move, she didn’t answer me. She’s about to cum all over my fucking face, then pay for her disobedience.
Rose’s nails scrape along the wooden headboard as she fights every instinct her body is screaming at her.
My free hand skims up her chest, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers.
Her back bows off the bed at the assault, and I press inside her, stroking faster. My teeth hover the threat of sinking into her clit as I hold it between them.
“Ripley, please!” she screams and I oblige, closing my mouth over her as she explodes. Her fingers sink into my hair, fisting tight and holding me hostage as her thighs clamp down like a vise.
She’s about to drown me, but I can’t think of a better way to go, suffocated by my woman’s pretty fucking cunt.
Her release christens me, pooling on the sheets, as I work her through it slowly.
Gently, I unwind from her embrace, and get to my feet. She murmurs something I can’t make out in her post-orgasm state as I move quickly to lock the chain around the leg of the bed frame.
I grip Rose’s ankles, flipping her over, and yanking her down the mattress. Her toes barely touch the hardwood, body bent at the waist onto the bed as I bring her wrists to meet at the base of her spine. I lock the shackles around her wrists, the sound snapping her to attention.
She bolts upright, bare feet slapping down to the floor, eyes wide. Chains may not be the best thing given her trauma, but it’s what I like. The weight of the heavy metal has proven to be a good reminder to do as you’re told, or you’re not getting out.
She spins in place, looking to me, the beginning stages of panic slithering out to say hello.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She sucks in a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“What’s your safeword?”
She smiles. “Dinosaur.”
“Good. Are you ready?”
“For what?”
Moving around the bed, I come up beside my nightstand. Slowly, I slide the drawer open, retrieving the next part of the plan.
Rose’s breath catches when I flick the blade up. Its slightly curved steel is lethally sharp, honed to perfection for this very moment.
“I thought you didn’t want to hurt me?”
“I found a loophole. Where do you want it?”
“What?”
“My name.”