Chapter 28 – Ariane – Bound to Him #3
I close my eyes, trying hard to tap into calmness. Anticipation swells instead. If I don’t stop these desires now, I might slide down a slope so slick I’ll never climb back to normalcy.
Maybe I was never normal. I purse my lips, feeling lost and confused. How can I want two things at the same time? Roughness and gentleness. Both mock me with agonizing temptation.
Finn takes my chin between thumb and forefinger, hypnotizing me with his gaze. “Don’t let your thoughts get in.”
I shake my head, dislodging his fingers. “What gave me away?”
He rolls his shoulders as if reining himself in, dragging his energy back to heel. “I sense you in ways you can’t even begin to fathom.” Toned muscles stand out beneath his black t-shirt and I can’t look away from the bulge straining his trousers.
“Now, stay still and present.” His face remains stoic and cool as he advances with the scissors, running the cold kiss of metal along my neck, dipping to my throat. His breathing quickens as the blade nicks my collar.
With perfect care, he cuts my t-shirt right down the center.
Each snip undoes me, thread by thread, until I’m sure he’s opening my chest, revealing all my secrets.
I hold in a gasp as I look across from him.
The door is wide open. Anyone could come.
The thought only ignites me, building torturous anticipation between my legs.
Everything he does means something. Finn relishes in playing me with unsaid words, every piece of him a mystery.
He swallows when he snips the hem, splaying it wide, showing bare breasts and my rapidly breathing stomach.
With perfect control, he runs the pinpoint of the scissors from my lower lip, down my neck, between my cleavage, to the top of my cotton shorts.
Goosebumps rise as he presses ever so gently. The blade puckers my skin but doesn’t pierce. The delicate balance of trusting and fearing him makes my heart buck out of control.
Finn seems lost in contemplation, twisting the scissors in a slow circle around my belly button.
He told me not to leave, to remain rather than disappear in my mind, but he leaves.
His face shadows with thoughts and recollections.
Things that don’t seem pleasurable. What is he thinking about?
My mind goes back to the animosity within the exchange he had with Mom earlier.
I want to ask him about it but I, at the same time, I don’t want to ruin the moment.
It would kill me if he left.
So I stay quiet, and I squirm beneath the blade until his eyes snap to mine.
He blinks, casting shadows away.
Palming the scissors, he leans closer, wrapping fingers around my wrists as his cock bites my belly. His clothed chest teases my nipples, making them harden to painful nubs. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.”
Oh, God. His voice activates every part of me. I pant breathlessly, “Why don’t you, then? Or do you enjoy playing with your food before you finally eat it? Why torture us both?”
He rears back, jaw working. “Do you think this is torture? I could do so much worse, my slave.” He rubs his groin against mine, pressing my ass hard against the bedpost with his cock.
“I want to do so much worse.” His voice thickens, muttering, “I want to make you scream, beg, cry…” He doesn’t say it in a kinky, playful way; he says it with passion so nightmarish I can’t see anything but whips and pain.
That does it.
I moan again, and this time it’s a plea because the teasing is getting out of hand. I want him inside me. I want to feel him, his touch, his penetration. “Please... you don’t have to make me scream. You can take me. I’m yours.”
He laughs darkly. “You don’t get it do you, slave? I want to take from you when you least expect it.” He twists a nipple with angry fingers. I yelp.
Pain courses to pleasure, warming me, making me wet. If Finn is hardwired, needing pain to enjoy sex, so am I. I might’ve gone through my entire life never knowing the key to my pleasure was pain.
Finn, in his brutality, shows me something taboo... shows me I like to be dominated, and not just light role-playing. No, I need the real thing.
Light shines through my brain at the realization. I’m not a sweet, innocent girl who wants cotton candy and sonnets. I’m a filthy slut, a woman who needs to be taught her own body.
As I stand, tied to a bed with Finn smirking with sin in his eyes and promise of hurt on his lips, I realize - I want Finn to hurt me.
Fire blazes in my belly; I bare my teeth, snarling. “I won’t let you fuck me.”
Everything slams to a halt. Finn. Me. Time.
The world teeters while he tries to read me.
We glare into each other’s eyes, reflecting the same fucked-upness, recognizing the same in the other.
The bond between us flares tight, reaching with glowing shackles, binding us together.
I relish the binds, accepting my true identity before he even realizes what I’m offering.
Slowly, Finn moves, his entire body predatory, smooth, shark-like. “You won’t let me fuck you, huh?” Delight shimmers in his gaze, etched with black smoldering lust. “I’ve already fucked you. What makes you think I want to again?”
I thrust my hips forward, bumping an overheated core against his straining erection. The moment I slip into unwilling victim, Finn rages with hardness. His cock verges on iron, hard and unyielding.
“I don’t care if you do or don’t. You won’t because I say you’re not…”
He smothers me with his body, the post digging into my back as his mouth captures mine. A tongue spears between my lips.
I whimper, melt, wanting so badly to kiss him back. But that isn’t allowed in the role I’m playing.
His lips brand me, tearing another moan from me rather than a curse. His tongue possesses my senses, forcing me to duel, to parry, to taste and savor. Am I returning his kiss? No, I’m not. I’m fighting to breathe, in every sense of the word.
I buck, breaking the kiss, breathing ragged.
He turns the scissors on me again, hands deathly still as he snips the waistband of my shorts. He murmurs, “Do you want me to stop?”
God, no. Never.
“Yes, you bastard. I won’t let you do this. It’s twisted. Wrong. Let me go.”
His body quivers with some unreadable emotion, locking his eyes on mine, he makes another sudden cut.
I squirm as the cold metal drifts lower, brushing near my core. “You don’t have my consent. Stop.”
His gaze hardens, flashing with challenge, and he slows deliberately, dragging out the suspense, slicing my clothes away one cruel snip at a time.
When he severs the last strip, the shorts collapse around my ankles and his gift in disgrace. If Finn lays a hand on me now, I’ll explode. My damp underwear clings shamelessly to me. Fighting him only fuels the wildfire of want.
No wonder vanilla sex never reached me. I need blades and threats to feel this drunk on desire.
Finn drops to his knees, arms banding around my thighs, yanking me toward him. A startled cry rips from my throat as his mouth seals over my panties, heat radiating through the thin barrier. His teeth scrape my swollen clit, pulling ragged breaths from my lungs.
I ache to spread my legs, to lock them around his shoulders and ride his mouth, but that isn’t the role I’m allowed. Instead, I writhe, pretending to resist, while every flick of his tongue drags me deeper into madness.
A low growl rumbles from his chest, vibrating against my skin. His hand clamps around my anklet, a silent reminder: you’re mine, you can’t run.
That truth is a red flag to my brain… yet it frees me. I can thrash and scream, and he’ll only get harder. Anyone else would bolt. I’m relishing in it.
Finn’s tongue circles harder, pressing with ruthless precision until my breathing turns feathery, desperate.
“You don’t want this?” he murmurs, rising slowly, his finger trailing from my thigh to my mouth. His lips twist as he pushes it past my lips.
Instinct screams to suck. Instead, I bite.
He jerks back with a hiss, pulling free.
A dark smile curves my mouth. “Shove anything between my lips again and I’ll bite it off.” Saliva pools, anticipation turning into hunger.
In my short time of belonging to Finn, I’ve uncovered parts of myself I never dared touch before. A feral urge whispers me to taste his blood. Make it raw and animalistic.
He steps closer, trousers scraping my bare flesh, sending sparks racing across my skin. I’m so close. Too close. God, Ariane, he’s barely touched you.
It’s the mind games… my body reacts as though he’s already inside me.
His eyes glaze, wild with need, and he seizes my lower lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough to warn: bite me, and I’ll bite back.
A shudder tears through me as he releases.
Then he goes for his trousers. He hacks through the waistband, shredding the fabric down his thighs. Each cut reveals more: powerful quads, sculpted legs, bare feet braced to devour me. “Let’s see how long your threats last once I take your body.”
Oh God. Heat liquefies me. My cheeks burn with the humiliation of how wet I am. I can’t stop it. He owns me in every sense.
Stepping out of the destroyed trousers, Finn closes in, clad only in dark briefs. His hips roll against mine, thick hardness pressing into me as he murmurs, “Say it again… that you don’t want this, you dirty little slut.”
How can I lie when my body is screaming yes? My mind is fogged, but the game demands resistance. He wants me to fight. So, I do.
I lunge, snapping my teeth close enough to graze his nose. “Go to hell, you filthy bastard.”
His cock jerks against the fabric, scorching me. In a flash, his hand cracks across my cheek, heat radiating in violent waves.
I gasp, tears stinging my eyes. “You hit a woman for saying no? You’re fucking sick.”
His lips purse. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
I take the challenge. “You think you can scare me, but you can’t.”