Page 43 of Captured Onyx

Chapter 20

Nate

She doesn't see it coming, even though she should have expected it. The shock on her face is real when I push her down on her back, her legs still spread apart and the rope cutting into her swollen, aching core.

She yells out in surprise and pain when her back meets the mattress, raising her arms in an attempt to push me away when I climb on top of her. I keep her legs apart by forcing my knees between hers and wrap my hands around her tied wrists.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" I bark at her. "What makes you think you get to talk to me that way?"

She stares up at me in horror, her eyes wide and her lips quivering as she tries to process what's happening to her. Her fear is back, replacing the animosity that tempted her to this insolence. But even in this terrified state, her chest is heaving with need, a thin layer of sweat covering the skin just above her upper lip.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she stutters.

"No, you're not," I challenge. "But you will be."

She whimpers, violently shaking her head as she closes her eyes shut in terror.

"Please, don't! Please don't hit me!"

I don't respond, instead unfastening the end of the rope that's connected to the knots around her wrists. She's too petrified of the pain she thinks she's about to receive to fight me. Frozen, her raven black eyes are locked on my hands as I work the rope. I loosen the knot just enough to gain some leeway and adjust the tautness with which the rope is running between her legs.

She sighs when I loosen it, reveling in the sight of her juices dripping from the rope as I remove it from her core. I'm careful not to touch her swollen center as I rearrange the rope, now letting it run at the outside of her pussy lips, effectively squeezing her swollen core together instead of caressing her most sensitive spot directly.

It's just a small adjustment, but one that causes her to release a moan so sweet that it speaks to something deep inside of me. A part I like to keep hidden. A part that only a girl like her can inspire.

I've been rock hard ever since she removed her clothes, but seeing her like this, moaning as she's torn between terror and arousal, turns my craving into torment.

And it's her fault. It's her fault for being so fucking responsive. Her body tells me everything I need to know, and it only becomes more appealing when it's coupled with her stubborn mind.

I guide the rope back up to her wrists, running it through the knots twice before I bring it further up to the headboard of the bed. The frame is made of iron railings, which makes it easy to fasten the rope with a few quick nodes. I make sure to fasten it securely, leaving no chance for her to break free, even if she somehow managed to bring her tied hands close enough to the headboard. Her arms are stretched out over her head but still bent, giving her more comfort than she deserves.

She squirms beneath me, casting a questioning look at me as she awaits my next move. The plea to not hurt her is written all across her panicked expression, but she doesn’t say a word.

It wouldn't make a difference. At least she seems to understand that much.

I observe her for a few moments, watching her weak, half-assed attempts at fighting the rope keeping her in place. The laces get tightened between her legs every time she moves her arms too much, cutting into the soft flesh around her entrance. She assesses her situation, growing more cautious with every movement as she tries to figure out what options remain, how much she can yank at the rope before it becomes too painful, what eases the ache - and a subtle twist of her hips tells me that she's also seeking something else.

"Miss having the rope pressing on your clit?" I want to know, placing my hands at the insides of her upper thighs as I spread them further apart.

She closes her eyes in shame, and the way she bites at her lower lip makes my cock twitch.

I didn't plan on any of this. I didn't plan to have her spend the night next to me, naked and tied, writhing like a bitch in heat while I suffer through my own craving.

I told her that I wouldn't touch her tonight. But as much as I want to stick to that promise, I can't ignore the savage urge she's provoking inside me. It's getting harder by the minute, quite literally.

And not just for me.

"Are you... are you going to hurt me?" she asks cautiously, seeking my gaze with a silent plea written across her face.

"I am going to punish you."

My response makes her tremble with anxiety and she produces a pathetic whimper.

"Please, don't-"

"I told you, you'll have to learn, Onyx," I cut her off. "You refused to listen. You lied to me and you acted disrespectfully. You know I can't let this pass. I warned you."

Strong tremors take a hold of her when I move my hand close to her center, hovering my palm just an inch away from her slickened core. I can feel the heat of her arousal breathing against my skin, begging to be touched and toyed with.

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