Page 49 of Tethered Souls
My breaths exit on rapid bursts that have the clamps sending spasms through my nipples with each movement. I try to wrap my legs around him, to use him as he so often uses me, but he rolls me onto my back, stretching out on top of me. He sits up and yanks my arms behind me. I toss and turn, my cheeks pressed into the cold, damp earth. “Varius,please,” I beg, not above begging, never above begging. Too desperate to keep the words in.
“I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me.”
My eyes widen as he slaps a fuzzy cuff around my wrist. A thrill shoots through me. I struggle harder, not wanting to give in even though my pussy is begging me to. To stop being such a brat and let him rail me until I forget my own godsdamn name. But I keep fighting him, keep denying him until he clamps my other wrist, binding them both together. I breathe heavily as he sits back, but I can justfeelthat damn smirk on his lips as he looks down on me.
Baring my teeth, one cheek pressed into the earth, I strain the muscles of my shoulders. My wrists burn from the force of the resistance and then...Snap!The chain between the cuffs rips apart. I smile smugly, taking a second just to breathe in his surprise.
But he isn’t surprised.`
He’s prepared.
Because the next second, a small chain, its metal slightly warm to the touch, wraps snug around my wrist. My eyes pop open. I jerk my arm up as I twist my head around, my heart slamming inside my chest. “You fucker!”
There’s a thin golden chain dangling from my wrist, no thicker than what you’d find on a necklace. But there isn’t a single weak link on it; every single part of it hums with power. For nothing, absolutelynothingcan break a witch’s snare other than the release word spoken by the person who put it on.
Grabbing my other wrist, Varius flicks the end of the chain around it. It wraps around me, circling my flesh to morph into a perfect loop. There’s no lock, no snap to undo. It’s just a solid gold chain binding my arms together.
Moving off me, he rolls me onto my back. I wiggle to get a bit more comfortable with my arms behind me, but before I can, he pulls out his phone, and the clamps on my nipples vibrate. I twist on a cry, my torso lifting, the air pulled out of my lungs like a puppet on a string.
He increases the vibrations until I’m crying, my nipples so sensitive just the soft wind on them hurts – the straps of my dress having fallen down my arms. My thighs press together as I writhe on the forest floor. My eyes squeeze shut, tears flowing down my cheeks. Panting and moaning, I chase that orgasm he’s building inside of me.
But then it stops.
The vibrations end, and I am left whimpering in a mess of need.
“Varius…” Opening my eyes, I look at him, begging him to not stop, to keep going, to let me come so I can remember how to breathe.
He straddles my knees and cuts off my underwear with his knife. Bringing them to his face, he inhales. I pant as I watch the arousal on his face. Then he shoves them inside his jacket pocket and pulls out a rose. My eyes latch onto the purple silicon toy, then trail to the rest of the pockets on his black down jacket, wondering what other delights he’s hiding.
He twists the vibrator inside my pussy so the tail isn’t in the way, then presses the rose onto my clit. I scream on a jerk as it starts to lick and suck just how I need it to to be able to come.
But just as I’m about to, he pulls it away and raises it to his lips. My eyes on him, I watch as he licks it clean, then slips it back into his pocket.
“Varius,please,” I beg, spreading my legs in invitation as my chest heaves.
He shuffles down my body until his face is lined up with my pussy. He pulls out the toy inside me and pops it into his mouth as his eyes hold mine. He groans as he sucks, and my thighs quiver with anticipation. My skin flushes over the hot sounds emitting from deep inside his chest.
“You want to come, little monster?” he asks as he stands and starts peeling off his jacket.
I whimper, my eyes never leaving his. “Yes, please. Yes, Varius.Please. Please let me come. I need to come.”
Hauling me to my feet, he says, “Then run.”
Sixteen
HIM
The sound of her whimpers alone are going to make me come in my godsdamn pants. The sight of her wobbly legs as she runs away from me is going to bring me to my knees. I want her below me. Under me. Crying out as her pussy smothers my face. I want her hands in my hair, her nails in my back.
I lift my fingers to my neck and trace the ridges she left there. Her claim.On me.
The nerves on my back flair where she bit me, and I hope she left another mark. Another claim. Another sign that she wants me like I do her.
With a rumbling growl, I pull out my phone and turn the nipple clamps on. She cries out and stumbles, one shoulder on a tree as her knees knock together. As her legs shake. As her arousal flows down her pussy and beckons me to taste her. To throw her down on the ground and bury my face in the warm embrace of her thighs.
I shouldn’t want her like this. Shouldn’tneedher to calm the damn storm raging through me. But there’s apullto her, a desperation. It’s fucking ridiculous. Looking to a Black, a fucking assassin who specializes in killing kids, forcomfort.To ease the demons riding my ass about which brother is out to kill me, which man my mother fucked to have me. If that is what even happened or if I really am just a freak of nature.
It is ridiculous, and yet, I can’t stop my pursuit. Can’t stop thisneedto have her down on her knees and begging. To look at me like she’d never betray me, never do anything to make me deny her the pleasure she craves.
