SCARLET
He tasted like anger. Every movement his body made was an act of war. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom, devouring my mouth and my moans the entire way. I could feel the very tip of him press against my clit each time I rolled my hips against him. When we finally reached his room, he tossed me down onto his bed.
“Stay.”
I gave a mock salute and watched him dig through his closet before he found what he wanted: rope. A lot of rope. As he unraveled it, I looked around his room for the first time. I had never been allowed in his room. I got a brief glimpse of his bedroom on the loft tour, and I had ventured into his room once at the manor house before getting caught and promptly thrown out on my ass.
This room was different from the other two I had seen. It was more Elliot. Everything was dark and moody, plain and simply decorated. But the bed frame was a different story. It was made of solid wood, jutting up nearly to the ceiling, and had thick beams connecting the sides.
“Eyes on me, little one,” Elliot said, bringing my attention back to him. He was untying the endless amount of rope that was a bright shade of red.
“Kinky,” I said, smiling up at him. “I’ve always thought red was my color.”
“I’ve been practicing Shibari for a long time, Scarlet. I know how to tie you up in pretty little knots that you’ll never be able to get out of. I know how to tie you up and suspend you in the air without hurting your ribs, and at the same time, keeping your legs spread wide open for me.”
The smile he was giving me spread a violent heat through my body. I was flushed and needy for him. I wanted his hands on me. I didn’t think I would be able to survive feeling him touch me with each pass of the rope. My nerves were already frayed. I was bleeding and bruised, and so horny I probably could’ve come just from his breath on my clit. And he was about to make me wait even longer.
He advanced on me, giving me a look that told me to stay still before his hands ripped Tristan’s boxers violently off my body. I groaned at the burn of the fabric against my skin.
“Those were Tristan’s favorite pair,” I told him.
“He’ll get over it,” he answered. His hands gently positioned my legs where he wanted them, bringing my ankles to my ass. I was soaked and open for him, but he didn’t linger. He began to slowly make loop after loop, starting on my right leg, making sure I couldn’t straighten it, before moving on to my left. Each pass of his fingertips on my skin sent shivers down my spine.
When he was finally done with my legs, he ran his hands over the knots and watched as gooseflesh broke out across my skin. A deep growl came from his chest before he grabbed Seb’s shirt and ripped it away from my body as well. He took another line of rope and began to tie my arms and chest. He crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them out obscenely, and began to tie over my chest and down around my waist, making sure none of the ropes touched my broken ribs.
With each knot he tied, his hands flexed, and a little concentrated grunt would escape his throat, sending tingles down my spine. I could feel my wetness dripping down onto the sheets below me. God, how I hoped he would punish me for making a mess. His hands were works of art as he looped and tied the red rope around my pale skin. They were scraped and calloused from his endless workouts, and I wanted to feel them move over my skin.
My breathing was coming faster as my anxiety sparked to life. I wasn’t sure if I trusted that it wasn’t actually going to be agony for me, hanging in midair in the condition I was in. There was also the question of whether or not this was always his plan—to get us alone, tie me up, and torture and kill me. When he was done having his way with me, was he sadistic enough to just end it there?
Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t realize he was beginning to lift my body until my hips weren’t touching the bed. He had lost his shirt somewhere in the process, and I watched as his muscles rippled with each pull. Grabbing the other piece of rope, he began to pull both through the beams at the same time, effectively lifting my entire body into the air.
There was a small amount of discomfort with my ribs, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. The pressure from the ropes suspending my body and the light scratching against my oversensitized skin was enough to take my focus off my ribs. I also figured once Elliot finally decided to touch me, it wouldn’t matter how much pain I was in; he would distract me from it completely.
“Elliot,” I said, watching him tie me off and step away from the bed.
“Sir,” he said in a stern voice, meeting my eyes for the first time since he had begun tying me up. “In this bedroom, Scarlet, when we are playing—” He paused and ran his palms up my shins and down my thighs, stopping right before he got where I wanted him. “—you will call me sir. Understood?”
A thrill ran through me, and I let my head drop back, my black hair fanning out on the bed below.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said, and then his thumbs were pushing me open to him, spreading me wide. He was so close I could feel the heat of his breath fan across my clit. My body moved on its own, trying to get closer, but all it did was make the rope scratch against my heated flesh, making me needier.
“Please,” I whined, lifting my head to look at him. Our eyes met, and he smiled.
“I knew your pussy would be so pink and pretty for me, Scarlet. You’re so wet,” he murmured, looking back down and inspecting me. “Look at you. That tight little hole is already pulsing and begging for something to grip onto. Should I give it what it wants?”
“Yes please, sir,” I whimpered, my head falling back. I tried to suck in air to calm my racing heart, but the moment his mouth descended on my pussy, I lost all coherent thought. His tongue drove into my needy cunt as his teeth scraped across my clit before he moved up and sucked. A low, guttural growl came out of my mouth as I tried my hardest to move against him.
“You taste like my own little slice of heaven, Scar,” I thought he said. He was so deep inside of me it came out muffled.
“Shut up and let me come.”
He was suddenly gone, and in his place was a hard slap across my wet slit, making the sting so much worse than it needed to be.
“Elliot!”
Another slap.
“You don’t call me Elliot, and you definitely don’t tell me what to do. This isn’t going to be a loving fuck like you get with Tristan or the playful kind you get with Seb. This is me and you, working out our demons on each other. Surrender to me, empty that pretty little head of yours, and just feel. Let me take care of you.”
When I didn’t answer, he took it as silent consent and got back to work. As his mouth worked magic, he pushed one finger inside of me, causing my back to arch and push me into him. He growled, and the vibration sent shivers across every nerve in my body. His free hand reached underneath my body and latched onto my hair, pulling my head back. That little bit of pain mixed with the intense pleasure his mouth was causing, it was an onslaught of sensations.
“Ask before you come,” he said, never stopping the perfect rhythm inside of me.
“Please…I—I need to. Please, sir. Please let me come. I’m going to come. I need it.” I was a babbling mess, the pleasure rocketing through my body and effectively turning my brain into mush.
“Okay, Scarlet,” he laughed. “Come so prettily for me, baby.”
As he sucked my clit into his mouth, pulsing his tongue on it like a goddamn vibrator, I came. I screamed, and my entire body went tense, and he just kept pushing and pushing inside of me, making me ride each and every wave that overcame me.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I begged as he continued to suck and nibble on my clit. It was too much. It was becoming painful, and I couldn’t take it anymore. He gave me one last hard suck that had me screaming and my belly tensing before his mouth left me with a pop.
I panted and lifted my head to look at him. His lips were shining with my release as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, all while holding eye contact with me. My head dropped back again, my muscles too exhausted to hold it up.
“That was a fun start,” he said. “Now let the real show begin.”
How the fuck was I going to survive him?