He releases them, his motions harsh and provoked. A hint of chaos wraps around me. Not the normal Ry I’ve gotten the last couple times we’ve put ourselves in this position.
Ry then grips my wrists with the same hand and holds them over my head. His mouth moving to my neck, and his length hardens against me as he presses the weight of himself onto me. I adjust my legs to welcome him, but he must need to know for sure.
His other hand dips beneath the band of mysweatpants, and he moves it lower and lower until he feels the pool of swollen arousal between my legs. Now it’s clear. I want him.
He mimics an unleashed animal growling against my skin. And I feel what he has become. Something primal. I have been waiting to be unleashed with him again—even if he may eat me alive.
I rock against his fingers as he moves them closer to my core. One finger, then two. Just as I feel I may burst with the fullness inside, he squeezes in another, all while his mouth roams lower down my tank top and he licks my nipple through the fabric.
He is sucking and I am grinding myself on his fingers, which move in and out of me. My toes barely touch the floor as his hand still captures my wrists against the wall. Both of his hands being the only thing keeping me afloat. Suspended in his grasp is where I long to be most.
“I want you to come for me, my sweet succulent. I want you to make a mess of my fingers, so I can lick them clean.” With those words accompanied by his warm breath against the peak of my wet, stiff nipple, I am lost.
I squirm against him, but he pins me so I can barely move, his fingers still curling in and out of me. I let out a scream of pleasure as he nibbles the small bud of my nipple, piercing through.
And as I come down from this thrill, my mind flashes. I see my blood spilling in the river over the bridge, my body hanging limply from a rope in a castle I’ve dreamt of before. My blood seeping into the roots of the large hickory. No, I will not let this moment be ruined. I focus again on my physical senses.
His mouth moves slowly back up to my neck as he lowers me down, and my body stands limp and tired from my release. I watch as he takes his fingers out of my sweats, bringing them to his blood-smeared mouth as he follows through on his threat.
“Open your mouth,” he orders and pulls my hair so I’m looking straight up at the ceiling. The odd angle of my head causing my neck to ache as he pulls my hair harder still.
The collected lover by the fire? Gone. He looms over me with my mouth open, and without warning, spits what he just licked off his fingers of me into my mouth. He then loosely grabs me by the neck, using his thumb to nudge my jaw up and close my mouth.
“Swallow.” I do. In this moment, I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t obey him. He scoops me up with one arm under my behind, tossing me over his shoulder, where he takes me upstairs to the bed and fully has his way with me.
As he does, the outside matches the bed we occupy. Wind rushes against the house, and the house talks back in groans and creaks. Branches from the nearby trees crawl along the white walls in shadow form, growing and stretching from the light of the moon.
I am left with many thoughts when he finishes. At times, I was close to telling him to stop, but the force felt warranted. And before I could say anything, I was lost to the pleasure again.
But this experience with him was different. That is certain. And what do I know of him truly? He has so much darkness clouding what’s within. But I gave him no reason to think I wanted him to stop. And if this is nothing to him, he doesn’t make it seem that way.
We barely know each other, although I feel as if he’s been written deep in my soul long ago. His essence slowly melted into every fiber of my being. I’m not sure how, but a large part of me calls out to him as if it has been there all along.
“I found something odd in the basement today,” is all I can seem to muster. He instantly sits up and looks at me like I told him the sky was falling, which seemed it actually may have while we were doing the deeds we just performed.
“What do you mean?” he demands, his voice making me timid. Again. I am not normally one to retreat when I am spoken to with the aggression he does, but it’s as if an unknown memory makes me instinctively close up.
“There were these two doors. And…this may sound odd, but this ring I found the day I met you at my shop, it fits perfectly within a nook on one of the doors. It was as if it belonged there.” I look to him, hoping I haven’t scared him away with my confession. “…isn’t that bizarre?”
“I told you not to go down there,” he yells, and stands up harshly from the bed. His hostility bites, and I’m infuriated with how he thinks I need to obey him like I’m his. The man I adore has been nowhere in sight today. Only a controlling masochist seems to have taken his place.
“Last time I checked, this was my house. And what is your problem with the basement, anyway?” I find my voice, speaking with assurance.
“What happened down there? Where is the ring? I knew it; I felt it. Damn it, Jade,” he continues as if he is doing nothing wrong. “You don’t understand the danger that awaits you in that basement. I’ve been trying to keep you away for a reason. I need us to have one life that isn’t torn apart by this damned promise…” What does he mean by promise? And how can he think this is an acceptable way to speak to me?
“Well, nothing happened anyway,” I say, trying to stay calm and be the steadier one. “When I put the ring near the doors, these roots seemed to grow. It was like a reaction to it or something—like a barricade. I put the ring back in my desk after it poked me.”
The last comment breaks whatever composure he had left.
“What do you mean it poked you?! You bled? Fuck!” He all but screams the last word. He grabs my hands, but I pull them away. I can no longer enable this type of treatment.
“What is wrong with you? Why are you so angry?” I ask, holding in my tears, putting more and more space between us.
“I need to know if it made you bleed, Jade. Tell me now!” He’s frantic with his words, and his hands grasp at my shoulders. I can’t pull away this time. Tears well up in my eyes, and it’s all I can do not to let them fall.
“The tiniest bit, but I’m fine,” I barely choke out. “It was just a prick.”
“You are so far from OK, Jade. This explains so much. I cannot save you now.” I don’t like the way he is saying my name. Full of anger and hunger, like he wants to be the one to make me bleed.
