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“What did he have to say?” Levi asks when I step into the room. I fill them in on what he said as I keep my eyes on Syn. Something about the way she’s acting isn’t sitting well with me. I know she’s scared but what the fuck?
“I’d rather hit them now.”
“Me too. What about Chaos?” Silas asks.
“What’s chaos?” Angel chimes in.
“None of your business,” I tell her before moving toward Syn and yanking her out of the chair. “Take her home,” I say, nodding toward Angel as I pull Syn out the front door with me.
We are down the steps and in the car in minutes before we take off driving toward her house. She doesn’t live far from me so it doesn’t take any time to get there. I know her mom isn’t home, so she has the whole house to herself.
When we pull into the driveway, I kill the engine and walk to the trunk, popping it open. I grab my backpack and then move to her door, opening it. Syn moves like a fucking zombie on autopilot the whole way into the house and up the steps to her room. When we step inside, I slam the door, causing her to startle. That doesn’t stop what I’m doing, though.
I move toward the bed and motion for her to follow me; much to my surprise, she does. I open my backpack and take out some rope as Syn watches me. I climb onto her bed on my knees and tie the ropes to the headboard before climbing off.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell her. She shakes her head. I cock my head to the side and watch her closely. She doesn’t like following the directions I give, but she’ll learn. I move toward her, and before she has the chance to move, I grab her around the throat. With my free hand, I shove her pants down before I rip the shirt from her body. She gasps, a whimper falling from her lips.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I tell her, nodding toward the bed. In an instant, she shifts on her feet and takes off for the door. She screams when I grab her around her waist and lift her off the ground. She kicks and screams, but there’s no one here to help her.
I chuckle darkly as I carry her back to the bed and lay her down, climbing up to straddle her. She keeps kicking her feet, but she quickly stops when I wrap the length of the rope around her neck.
“What are you doing, Rylan?” Ah, she speaks now, but I don’t answer her. “Rylan!” she screams louder. I reach up and pull the rope tighter around her neck. Her eyes grow wider, and her hands instantly move to the rope, trying to get it off. It isn’t going to happen.
I reach for her wrists as she continues to fight me and wrap another piece of rope around it, securing it to the headboard. I do the same with the other. Syn keeps kicking her legs, but I just smile at my handy work.
“Rylan, take it off. It’s too tight,” she says.
“Not yet, it’s not,” I inform her.
“Take it off. Whatever the fuck you’re doing, I want no part of it,” she hisses. I stand and strip out my clothes while she watches me. I see how she licks her suddenly dry lips and takes me in.
I bend down and grab my knife out of the bag, the one with the longer handle, before I climb back onto the bed and press it to her inner thigh. She instantly parts her legs for me.
“Good girl, Syn,” I praise her. I can hear the slight wheeze coming from her, but the rope isn’t that tight on her yet.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you relax.”
“By tying me to the bed?”
“Just like that,” I tell her as I trail the blade up her thigh. I watch her shiver, bumps forming on her skin as I go. It was a betting man; I’d say my little Syn likes this. “How wet are you right now, Syn?” I ask her. She tries to close her legs, but I’m already between them, so she can’t. As a warning, I press the tip of the knife into her flesh.
“You keep doing that, and I will cut you,” I warn her. She sucks in a breath as she looks at me, not saying a word. I keep moving the knife up until I get to her panties. I hook the blade under one side, cutting through the fabric before doing it to the other side. Her panties fall away, and I can see her wet pussy.
Flipping the blade in my hand, I tease her entrance with the hilt of the blade. Syn writhes, causing the rope to tighten. Her eyes widen further.
“Better stay still, Syn.” Her chest rises and falls as I slowly slip the handle inside her. Syn arches her back as much as she can without cutting off her air supply. Then I get to work. I push the hilt into her and pull it back slowly, watching her closely, and then do it again. I angle it, hitting her in all the right places, knowing she’s going to come if I keep it right here.
“Rylan!” She calls out my name as I keep up the pace. I bite my bottom lip between my teeth, watching her like this. I’m so fucking turned on by this. I knew she’d like it. I’ve always known Syn was a different kind of girl.
“Ry, please,” she whimpers as she keeps rocking her hips against the knife.
“Please, what? Make you come? You want to coat my knife in your cum, Syn?” I ask her as I move it in and out. “You think you’ve been a good girl, Syn? Only good girls get to come.” I start thrusting it into her harder and faster, hitting that sweet spot inside of her. Syn can’t control herself as she tugs at the rope that binds her. She’s torn between chasing her release and cutting off her oxygen.
And I leave that choice up to her. I keep going as her eyes widen. I can see the rope cutting into her flesh, but her body keeps rocking into the knife. I grip the blade so hard I can feel it cut into my palm. Blood runs down my palm, dripping onto the blanket below her.
Syn is wheezing harder now, the rope effectively taking her air. Another sharp thrust from me, and she’s losing all control. She comes, her body seizing and locking in place. She can’t scream; the rope is too tight. I pull the knife out of her and climb up her body, straddling her stomach. She’s gasping now, her eyes rolling back in her head.
