Seize me From Darkness (Pierced Hearts Book 4) (23 page)

“Still got fire in you? Hey?”

So I added another ten. By the end, she had the side of her face resting on the bed
and her eyelids were at half-mast. The pain got to this one just like Elenor, so long as I mixed it up with dominance, I was ninety percent sure of it.

“Off and on your knees.”

When she slid off my lap at my small push, and only looked at the floor, the room shuddered and dislocated. Everything collapsed down to this instant. I had Jazmine kneeling in that rough bondage that she could have wriggled out of if she’d wanted to, and I was right. She was submitting to me.

I didn’t give a damn about tomorrow
or the storm. Only her. Only me.

I could’ve drawn her in ink with my eyes shut, not because she was pretty but because I saw
every line and every contour of her bowed head, every shadow of her body. Yet her mind could be so much more addictive. There, I’d not yet understood. Whatever flaws in her made her go back and forth like a bloody seesaw, I could dig them out and fix them, bind her to me...

If.

And I sucked in a breath.

I could. I could make her mine truly, make her submit for more than a temporary window of time. If only there was more of that precious thing –
time and life.

Where to begin? I stood and walked
around her. I dared break the spell. “What are you thinking? Hmm?”

She swallowed but only gave her head a miniscule shake.
I lifted her head with a hold on her jaw and made her shuffle around on her knees. “I’m remembering how you smiled when you obeyed me.”

She shut her eyes.

“Look at me.” Those green-gray irises had me in an instant. There were traces of tears but I traced slowly around her lips, refusing to soften my decision. “Do you like being where you are?”

The question he was asking went straight to the heart of my problem.
He wanted me to admit I liked being here, at his feet? I was on my knees, stinging from his blows, reminded of how easily he could overwhelm me, both terrified and turned on. I welcomed the pain because it was his pain.

So fucked up.

I’d fought off this weird influence he had on me. Being made to face it again was wrong. He was
nothing
like the paragon of virtue I’d long ago imagined my shining knight would be or the man I’d fall in love with.

I’d said yes before,
to almost the same question, and he’d used it as an excuse for this. It’d be stupid to fall into the same trap.

“Answer me.
With the truth. Or do I have to spank it out of you?”

I widen
ed my eyes. “No!”

“The truth. I will know if you lie.”

He couldn’t, but with his hand under my chin, my hands tied behind me, and with him pinning me with his dark eyes, I accepted that I liked this. And I would never tell him that again. The only knight he could ever be was one in dirty armor.

He wasn’t for me. Ever.

“Answer.”

I pressed my lips together and shook my h
ead very deliberately.

His fingers crushed in until my skin
hurt where he pressed it onto my jaw and I winced.

“You’re a stubborn bitch.” Pieter straightened but brought his forefinger to the center of my forehead. “I’m not Gregor. I won’t torture you to get results.”

I dared to let a smile creep onto my lips.

“Oh, I
would
torture you but just because I want to see you wriggle more when you come.”

Pieter torturing me...the many ways he might do that
flowed into my head. A thrill washed through me and I felt myself dampen between my legs.

“I’m getting to know you,
meisie
. That turned you on, hmm?”

Shocked, I mouthed a
no
, and tried to crawl backward. His hand raked into my hair and halted me.

“
You are lying. I bet I could slip inside you and fuck you like a jackhammer right now and you’d love it. You’d squirt all over the floor because, even if you won’t say it, you love being on your knees and you are a pain slut,
my
pain slut.”

All through
his little speech, I was increasingly trying to shake my head.

“I don’t know why you’re so fucking stubborn
but lying earns punishment. When the storm comes back, I will hold you if you want me to, but nothing more. You tell me the fucking truth. We’re here.” He swept out his other arm. “In the middle of Hell and you want to lie over something that you enjoy? And all I can think is that I’m not worthy of you. Well
fok
jou
, to the end of bloody time. I will be your protector and make you submit to me when I want to, but do not expect friendship.”

Tears were flowing by then and my chest seemed to
have cracked right down the very middle. It was me who was unworthy. I knew it. I hurt and I was confused and I felt so bad about deceiving him that my head was a whirling muddle. But I would not let go. This was
me
we were talking about and he had no
right
to do this.

He reached and yanked at the zip of his pants, then shoved the pants down until his
cock swung free.

Damn.

I knew what he intended and couldn’t help staring. For ages I didn’t blink or breathe. An erection always intimidated me because once I saw it, there was only one thing the man wanted to do to me.

In the past, I’d
dithered, debated, found other things to do. Sex was like a haunted playground, but this man
made
me. That was the beautiful difference. That he wanted me so much he would make me do it. I’d always seen my boyfriends as wimps when they backed away.

“Punishment. I
have a hard-on that needs your mouth and you’re going to suck it like a whore because you like me forcing you.”

The man was apparently an encyclopedia of me. How did he see me so clearly when I never knew it until
now
?

He took a fistful of hair either side of my head in a grip of stone. The small pains from my pulled hair sent delicious bites of fire swimming into me.

I gasped. Stupid mistake, as it gave him room to push the soft head of his cock into my mouth. He scrunched in his fingers, awakening more pain, and his dominance strengthened until a giant of a man seemed to have me in his grip. Nothing existed but him, as if he was the god of my mind. All powerful, all seeing. I hadn’t a fraction of freedom, and his eyes were fierce enough to cut.

“
This is skull fucking,
klein
poes
.”

With my hands tied, I could do nothing except be his receptacle. M
y eyes locked to his as he rocked himself in and out of my mouth. Saliva leaked, built in my mouth, dribbled past my lips. I’d never mastered deep throating because no man ever got a blow job for more than twenty seconds. I found out how determined he was to fuck my mouth. My retching and coughing when he slid too deep only made him halt for a few seconds. Then he plowed back in.

A thrust went almost in to
nearly balls depth and I burst into splutters.

He fucked my mouth hard,
ramming the head into the softness inside my mouth, scraping my teeth. My ears filled with the strange sounds of my gagging and humming, the soft slurping noises of his wet cock sliding on tongue, and his grunts.

Tears streamed down my face
and he paused a moment, most of the way in, to study me, my mouth full, my lips stretched wide.

“
You’re learning.”

Lost in a world where I was only his
thing to fuck, I blinked hazily up at him.

I pulled at the tie on my wrists, reassured to find myself still bound. His thrusts became more determined
. Then he stiffened and jammed himself in. A thrill vibrated along my tongue from his cock as his cum filled my mouth.

The taste
was as riveting as a drink made of warm blended mussels and snot. I retched. Pieter slid his cock from my mouth.

The winds
were lifting in noise, louder, more shrill. The cyclone. I swallowed reflexively though the taste left me grimacing.

“Good girl. Say thank you.”

Now we had a problem.

I frowned and stared at the floor

“Still not talking?” He observed me before turning to walk to the basin. As he washed himself, he added, “You can stay tied up then. If I have to hug you, you can be my little fuck toy for as long as I wish you to be.

“What?”

This time I began to really try, quietly, to get loose. The pillow slip shifted. One wrist slipped.

“If you get that off,”
he said, deadpan. “I will put ten more bites on you like the last one. And not just on your butt.”

I subsided onto my heels.
My gulp may have been small but he smiled.

“Good little fuck toy.”

“I am not –”

“
If you say anything else before I say you’re allowed to, I will put five bites on you...for every word.”

Insufferable. And, and...

He came to me and helped me climb onto the bed to lie on my side. “At least you don’t need food now I fed you some cum.”

My first suck of air to angrily reply was met with such a pregnant silence that I caught myself.
I couldn’t speak. If he bit me like he’d threatened to it would hurt, but worse than that, I didn’t want to disobey. I was down the rabbit hole again, in no man’s land where up was down.

I let him pull me into hi
s body then push my head down so my spine bowed and he could poke at the wrist tie.

“It’s good,” he murmured. “Nothing blue. Exc
ept your butt.”

The
sudden pinch down there had me stiffening and a single whimper passed my lips.

“I almost feel sorry for you.” His lips pressed on the back of my neck. “But I don’t, and you know why?”

I waited.

“Because I find I like having you quiet
and tied up, as my fuck toy. I like,” he added, “saying you’re mine. Even Gregor can’t take that away. Maybe I will like making you come while you’re here in bed too.”

I was barely hearing what he said.

Outside, the rain had started roaring; now it was rattling down like bullets on the roof far overhead. With the storm howling like this, he hadn’t a hope of making me orgasm. I shivered. We might be drowning in a few hours.

Little did I know.

Screaming as I came, with his hand planted on my back, my head stuffed into the mattress, and his fingers up inside me, definitely beat shaking in fear. Was it four times, or five?

Being
made to display my pussy while he studied me, my legs spread wide on the bed, made all the other craziness fade to the background. There was method in his madness. Or he just liked looking at my body and making me obey.

I found out
, I didn’t care which it was.

The cyclone passed over us.
Pieter untied me, though by then the pillowcase bonds were only symbolic. If I was inclined to, I could have shaken them loose. I sat quietly, tired, my arms wrapped over my knees, unsure what would happen next. Pieter seemed content to let me stew.

When the power came back on, late that night, the guards arrived through the slush
and torn vegetation. I could hear the water outside as they trod on the sodden pathways. They came and they took him away. We’d said nothing more. Now, I was truly alone.

For a
dénouement to our relationship, it was a destructive way to go out. Typical Pieter.

Somehow I both knew I was his forever, and knew I’d never let him near me again
, voluntarily. I felt used, abused, overwhelmed, and on the edge of a precipice, at the bottom of which might be paradise or oblivion.