Chapter 27 – Finn – The Catch
It’s too late for anyone in this house to be awake. This was by design, obviously. By now, Dad should be drugged on his painkillers, Eleanor wound so tight she probably passed out just to escape herself, and Ariane… I can’t let myself finish that thought.
I shut the door behind me, drop my keys on the hall table, and head for the stairs.
I’ve barely turned the corner when I hear her footsteps come padding across the top floor, running. She isn’t wearing shoes. I can hear it. In another moment, I see it too.
Ariane barrels down the stairs, hair loose, eyes wide, like she’s been waiting all damn week for me to show up. She doesn’t hesitate and runs straight at me.
I catch her before I even think about it. She launches herself into my arms, legs locked tight around my waist, arms around my neck, her breath breaking against my ear.
“Finn,” she whispers, and fuck, I almost lose it right there.
One week. One goddamn week of trying to stay away, and here she is, undoing every bit of restraint I pretended to have.
My hands clamp on her thighs and ass, holding her up like she weighs nothing. I’d carry her for miles if she asked me to, even if it killed me.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I mutter, even though I’m gripping her for dear life, with no plans to relinquish my hold on her.
Her mouth brushes mine when she answers, shaky but defiant. “Neither should you.”
And then she looks into my eyes and nothing in the world could stop me. She kisses me… softly, yet desperately.
I groan into her mouth, low and rough, because fuck, this is what I’ve been starving for. My tongue slides against hers, my teeth catching her lip, and it’s all heat and surrender in one.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I growl when she finally tears away to breathe.
“Yes,” she pants. Her nails dig into my shoulder. “Do you?”
Fuck. She’s going to ruin me.
Instead of answering, I just adjust her higher in my arms, turn, and take the stairs two at a time. Her body clings tighter, every gasp in my ear feeding the fire already eating me alive.
By the time I reach my door, my blood’s pounding so loud it’s all I hear. I shoulder it open, cross the room, and drop her onto my bed without a word.
She lands on her back, hair spilling across my sheets, breasts rising and falling like she can’t catch her breath.
And I just stand over her, every thought stripped down to one word, one truth that owns me.
Mine.
I stand over her body, and her eyes are dangerously wide with that delicious mix of fear and want.
Everything else blurs as my cock strains against my pants, begging to be unleashed.
She’s mine tonight, and I’m gonna make damn sure she knows it.
I rip off my shirt, buttons popping like gunfire, and toss it to the floor.
Her gaze moves to my chest, hungry, and I smirk, loving how she’s already unraveling.
“Stay fucking still, baby,” I growl, yanking my tie free and letting it dangle from my fingers like a promise.
Her lips part, a soft gasp escaping, and I can’t wait to see those lips swollen from my kisses.
I strip off my pants and boxers in one go, my cock springing free, hard as steel, throbbing for her.
She’s staring, and I let her look, let her see what’s coming for her.
I climb onto the bed, straddling her hips, and rip her clothes open, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip.
Her bra and panties follow, shredded in seconds, leaving her bare beneath me, her skin flushed and perfect.
“You’re fucking mine, Ariane,” I snarl, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.
Her breasts bounce with the movement, and I want to bury my face in them, but not yet.
I lean over to the nightstand, pulling out the ropes I keep stashed there.
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t fight me.
I wrap the coarse rope around her wrists, looping it tight, securing it to the headboard with a knot that I’m sure bites into her skin.
She winces, tugging against the restraints, and a small whimper slips out.
“Finn… It hurts,” she breathes, her voice trembling.
“As it fucking should,” I snap, tightening the knots even more, making sure she can’t move an inch.
“You’re my slave tonight, and you’ll take what I give you.
” Her breath hitches, and I see the heat in her eyes, the way she’s already soaking for me.
I grab my tie again, folding it into a makeshift blindfold, and tie it around her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
“No peeking, slut. You feel me, not see me.”
She’s trembling now, her body arching slightly, begging for touch without saying a word.
I run my hands down her sides, rough, possessive, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” I mutter, my voice low and raw.
My cock’s aching, but I’m not ready to fuck her yet. I want her screaming first.
I slide my hand down her thigh, slow, teasing, my fingers brushing closer to her pussy but not touching—not yet.
She squirms, her bound wrists straining against the ropes, and I chuckle darkly.
“So fucking impatient, aren’t you?” I spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping pussy, and I can’t help but groan at the sight.
She’s so wet, so ready, it’s driving me insane.
I drag a single finger along her slit, barely grazing her clit, and she jolts like I’ve shocked her.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice desperate, and it’s like gasoline on my fire.
“Please what, slave?” I hiss, circling her entrance with my finger, slow and torturous. “Beg for it. Tell me you’re my little whore.” She moans, her hips bucking, but I pin her down with my other hand, keeping her still. “Say it.”
“I’m… I’m your whore,” she gasps, and fuck, those words make my cock twitch.
“That’s right,” I growl, plunging one finger inside her, deep and hard.
She cries out, her pussy clenching around me, so tight it’s almost painful.
I don’t go slow. I fuck her with my finger, rough and relentless, curling it to hit that spot that makes her shake.
“This pussy belongs to me, Ariane. Every fucking inch of you is mine.”
She’s panting now, her body writhing under me, the ropes cutting into her wrists as she pulls against them.
I add another finger, stretching her, and she’s so wet it’s obscene, the sound of my fingers pumping into her filling the room.
I lean down, biting her nipple hard enough to make her yelp, then soothing it with my tongue.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being my dirty little slave. ”
“Yes,” she moans, her voice breaking, and I can tell she’s close already. I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing in tight circles, and she screams, her body arching off the bed. “Finn, please…”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, biting her neck, leaving marks she’ll feel for days.
“You don’t get to say my name. You call me Master, or you get nothing.
” I pull my fingers out, leaving her empty, and she whimpers, her hips chasing my hand.
I smear her wetness across her lips, making her taste herself, and she whines about it, her tongue darting out to lick it off.
“Master,” she whispers, and it’s like a fucking drug.
I grab my cock, stroking it once, twice, before positioning myself between her legs.
I don’t ease her into it. I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. She gasps louder this time, her pussy gripping me so tight it’s almost too much, but I don’t stop.
I fuck her hard, relentless, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust.
“Take it, slave,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips, bruising her skin.
“Take every fucking inch of me.” Her cries are garbled and incoherent now, her body shaking as I pound into her.
The whole fucking while, the ropes keep her helpless throughout.
The blindfold keeps her lost in sensation, mired to my wishes.
She doesn’t see it coming when I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, pinching the other, letting her have no reprieve.
I take what I want from her, and she gives it all up to me.
It’s all mine to take.
“You’re mine,” I snarl, my thrusts growing erratic as I feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. “Come for me, you filthy little slut. Show me how much you love being fucked like this.”
Stunningly, her body obeys, shattering beneath me, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she screams, her bound wrists straining, her blindfolded face contorted in pleasure.
I don’t stop, don’t slow down, fucking her through her orgasm, chasing my own.
“You’re gonna take my come, Ariane,” I growl, my balls tightening. “Gonna fill you up, mark you as mine.”
One more thrust, and I’m gone, spilling inside her, my cock pulsing as I empty myself, claiming every inch of her.
I collapse on top of her, both of us panting, sweat-slicked and spent. The ropes are still tight, her wrists red, the blindfold still in place. I don’t untie her. Not yet. She’s mine, and I’m not done reminding her.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, slow and lingering, tasting salt and heat. She shivers under me, body still trembling from everything I dragged out of her.
“Don’t move,” I murmur against her skin. My voice is low, rough, the kind of order that doesn’t need to be repeated.
I reach into the drawer beside the bed. Metal glints in the dim light— a slim black band, smooth and cold in my palm. GPS. A tracker. Insurance. Control. Call it whatever the fuck you want. To me, it’s a promise.
I stroke her calf and slowly kissing it, easing down to her ankle. She jerks slightly at the touch, blindfolded, unsure, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Finn?” Her voice is soft, hoarse, still wrecked from me.
“Shhh,” I hush her, kissing the inside of her knee before sliding the band into place. “It’s nothing you don’t want. Do you trust me?”
Her lips part on a shaky breath. “Yes.”
The only word I like hearing coming out of her mouth.
The anklet clicks shut around her skin, snug but not cruel. I smooth my thumb over the metal, then over her ankle bone, gentle, almost tender.
I bought it last week when I was in New York.
“This,” I tell her, voice acidic and low in her ear, “means I’ll always know where you are. You can’t run and you can’t hide from me. You’re mine.”
Her chest rises fast, a tremor breaking through her restraint, but she doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t object. She nods beneath the blindfold, wrists still bound, surrender written in every line of her body.
I kiss her ankle once, slow and raw, sealing the vow.
And then I settle back against her, satisfied, knowing she belongs to me in a way no one else will ever touch.