Page 26 of Ends of Being

She tenses as I speak. Her head cranes closer to me, so I press my face into her neck, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. Shockingly, she doesn’t attempt to shake me off, so I press closer until my body is touching her from hip to chest, and I bring one hand up to gently grip her neck. I run my tongue up her neck to her ear, gently biting down on her earlobe. She shakingly inhales through her nose.

Well, this is encouraging.

But I know better than to get cocky with her. This is a positive turn of events, but it would be just like Antoinette to play the lamb to get me to drop my guard, only to shift into a full demon at the first opportunity. For all I know, she already has those restraints figured out, and she is waiting for the first opportunity to choke me out with them.

I step back from her, reaching into my suit jacket pocket and pulling out a ball. I press the ball into her hand and say, “Hold on tightly to this ball, Antoinette.” I wait for her hand to tighten around it before continuing, “I have taken your sight and your voice from you, but you still have all the power here. If at any moment you want this to stop, all you have to do is drop the ball. Do you understand?”

She doesn’t move or twitch or even breathe, so I raise my hand up and stroke a finger gently down her face. “I need you to acknowledge what I have said, Antoinette. Simply nod your head or drop the ball. Everything will be well, regardless of what you choose. Do you understand?”

She waits for a beat and then nods her head. I exhale heavily, relieved she didn’t drop that ball like it was red hot in her hand because part of me recognized the outcome could go either way. She doesn’t owe me anything and given the number of shocks I have given her recently, another heel kick to the balls seems imminent.

I bring both hands up to her neck, stroking my fingertips down across her clavicle to ghost over the soft swell of her breasts where she has them pushed up with the corset top of her dress. I skim my hands down her torso, feeling the shape of her beneath her fancy dress before sliding one hand up her leg to stroke along the top of her stocking, and I feel her thigh twitch against my hand.

She’s breathing heavily through her nose, a small whimper letting loose from behind the gag, and I lean forward, brushing my nose along her cheek as I press my lips against the corner of her mouth. She turns her face toward me, and I flick my tongue out, licking at her lips stretched around the gag. I want to kiss her. I want to yank that gag off and plunder her mouth, lick and bite at her lips and suck her tongue into my mouth to feast on.

But I don’t. I don’t dare give her an easy out by returning her voice to her too quickly. She wouldn’t last two minutes before her mouth dragged us out of this moment and right into another argument, once again thwarting my plan to worship her. So, I won’t kiss her sexy mouth just yet. I’ll save that for last, after I’m finished with her.

She tries to lean closer to me, but the restraints restrict her movements, keeping her shoulders pressed firmly against the beam Tony placed behind her. She makes a frustrated groan, her arms and legs yanking viciously to no avail, and her noise of frustration increases. I can’t help but chuckle. My breath on her neck earns a small shiver from her, so I open my mouth and bite down a touch harder than might be pleasurable, and she shudders in response.

I attack her throat with my mouth, using my lips and tongue and teeth to lick, suck, and bite every inch of her neck from one side to the other. She whimpers, a low sob catching on the gag, and she trembles against me, an invitation for me to double my efforts, but this time with more finesse.

I blow softly on the damp skin where her neck and shoulder meet, then scrape my teeth lightly as I lick a new trail up to her ear and back down again, feasting where I can feel her pulse pounding beneath.

She’s practically boneless by the time I move on, my lips and tongue hot and wet on the skin of her breasts as I reach behind her and release the ties of her corset top. I yank the fabric down, baring her to me, and waste no time diving in, using my hands to push her breasts up so I can easily lick and nip one hard nipple and then the other.

She moans, her upper body pushing closer as I scrape my teeth against her tight peak. My cock is painfully hard, pressing against the zipper of my slacks, and I reach down to adjust myself, squeezing my rigid flesh that’s aching for relief.

I rub my face between her breasts, one hand moving behind her, squeezing her ass while my other hand strokes a line from the top of her leg to the back of her knee, pulling her leg up to hook around my hip, stretching the fabric of her dress until it tears.

I can’t help but situate my hips against her hot pussy. I press firmly against her, hearing a muffled moan and feeling the heat in my blood rise even further. I’m not sure how much more I can take of this.

She still has the ball held firmly in her grasp; her knuckles white with how fiercely she’s holding it. What little movement the restraints allow has her writhing and twitching in an attempt to get closer to me. I bring the bottom of her dress up further, wrenching the two sides until they come apart in my hands, and then I chuckle darkly at the fact she’s not wearing any undergarments other than her thigh-high stockings.

I shake my head, leaning my upper body toward her so I can whisper in her ear, “You naughty little minx,” and she gives me what sounds like a garbled laugh, which is cut off by another moan.

My hand grips her bare ass, my fingers dipping between her ass cheeks to touch the very edge of her pussy lips. I feel how wet she is, how hot, and her hips undulate against my hand in invitation. It’s all I can do to stop myself from getting my cock out of my pants and impaling her in one go.

My beast rumbles in my chest, roaring to be unleashed onto her, to fuck her into oblivion until she can think of no one but me for the rest of her days. I stop my movements, squeezing my eyes shut and taking several deep breaths as I remind myself of the lines I can’t cross tonight. There’s a dark path of secrets still standing in the way of any kind of real future, and until those lines have been cleared away, I must keep to the clear boundaries I’ve put in place for myself.

This is another reason I have taken her voice because I know she would say and do anything within her means to break my control and make me take from her so that she wouldn’t have to give it freely. I can’t have that. I refuse to give her the ammunition she needs to shove me aside later or give her the words to throw back at me to force me to turn my back and walk away. I won’t do that.

She whimpers and squirms against me, likely wondering what made me stop touching her. I wrap myself around her, my face once again pressed into her neck as I shush her. “Settle now, baby girl. Just give me a second.” She’s panting heavily through her nose still, and I can feel the tension radiating through her body, but she stops moving. Her body sags against me, allowing me to take her weight as I press into her fully, my pelvis pressed tightly against hers.

Antoinette takes a shuddering breath in, relaxing into me completely as she turns her head toward me, where I’m still breathing into her neck, and I feel her exhalations against my cheek. I slowly release my grip on her, and she pulls away a bit, attempting to stand on her own, and my hands come up, tugging the blindfold over her head.

Her eyes remain closed for a moment, and slowly, her lids flutter and then open, and I’m met with her fiery blue gaze darkened with arousal. I don’t say anything. I don’t feel a need to. Instead, I simply lean my forehead against hers, our eyes locked in silent communication as we simply breathe each other in.

Toni

I can’t say I’m entirely unhappy to be in my current position.

I will admit, when Tony first shoved me in here and trussed me up like a prized hog, I was a little pissed off. Even a bit hurt, though I always knew deep down where his loyalties would fall if push ever came to shove, so I haven’t a clue as to why I was completely shocked he so easily, quickly, and thoroughly threw me under the Darius bus.

I shouldn’t have been at all surprised, given the fact that he’s been very clear with me. Even though he likes me well enough, if it came down to me vs. Dare, he would never choose me. I mean, maybe he never said that specifically, but it was most definitely implied with his complete refusal to speak of Dare to me at all. So, I guess I may also be a bit envious of the situation, and I’d actually be upset for Dare if Tony was ever to abandon ship to my side.

I wouldn’t trust that fucking traitor anyway.

So now, I’m basically spread eagle against the wall. That stupid fucker Tony even managed to place a wooden post behind me just so, meaning my arms are strategically stretched out and behind me. I can’t even attempt to bring my shoulders up to remove the headphones or attempt to remove my blindfold. I’m getting the impression that he has definitely done this before, and I have questions.

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