by Esme Devlin
I’m sitting there for about an hour before I see her. She’s got her hair tied up in a neat bun and all I want to do is rip it down and twist it around my fist. My cock springs to life at the thought of it.
When she gets close, I get out of the car. Her eyes widen as she sees me… I don’t think she was even looking where she was going and hadn’t yet spotted my car.
“Princess.”
She swallows and stops walking a few meters away from me.
“Jason.”
I close the distance between us and she leans against her car, fingers wrapped around the handle.
“Running off so soon?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and misses a few beats before replying. “Look… I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what you want. All I know is you took me home on Friday night, kicked me out, and I haven’t heard from you all weekend.”
I take a strand of her hair and I’m about to tuck it behind her ear when she swats my hand away.
“Don’t.”
“Princess… So fucking cruel.”
“Don’t give me your princess act. You’re playing games with me and I don’t want to play anymore.”
I almost laugh at her. She actually thinks she has a choice?
But I don’t laugh. I don’t even let my amusement play on my face.
Instead, I box her in against the car and watch her as she looks around the near deserted parking lot, probably panicking that someone might see my public display of possession.
Let them see.
What are they going to do anyway?
I lean down close to her ear and make sure my next words are slow, so there will be no mistaking them. “You need to learn the way things work around here, little princess.”
I take a deep breath, inhaling the smell of her shampoo and faint perfume. She smells like cashmere and silk and… jasmine? It’s hard to describe her scent, but it’s absolutely intoxicating.
When I retreat she’s giving me a look that tells me she’s just rolled her eyes.
“Tell me, how do they work?”
There’s no mistaking how dry her tone is.
“I own this place, and I take whatever and whoever I want. Since the day I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine. I thought I wanted to play with you, get under your skin… but I barely lasted a day before realizing I didn’t want to be under your skin, I wanted to be inside of it.”
She inhales as if she’s trying to catch her breath.
“And then what? Is this always how it’s going to be? One minute you act like you can’t get enough of me, and the next minute you act like I don’t even exist.”
Now I do chuckle at her. “I’m trying so fucking hard not to scare you away.”
She glances up, looking me directly in the eye before swallowing. “I’ve never been scared of you. The only thing that scares me is that you’re going to take what you want and then leave me.”
“Leave you?” I shake my head, taking her chin between my fingers so she can’t break eye contact, even if she wanted to. “I’ll never leave you. You were made for me. Let me prove it.”
She searches my face, as if looking for some hint that I’m lying. She won’t find any lies there. I’m telling the truth.
“Jason…” she says my name on a whisper and the sound of it does things to my body I can’t even explain. I want to hear her whisper it into my ear while I’m lodged deep inside her. I want to hear her scream it while her nails drag down my back. I want to hear her moan it while my mouth devours her sweet little pussy.
And I don’t think I ever want to hear that name roll off another woman’s lips. That name belongs to her. In the same way Scarlet belongs to me.
“Scarlet.”
Chapter 11
SCARLET
“Jason.” I repeat his name again because he felt the need to say mine, but this time it’s lighthearted and I’m smiling.
“I’m going to ask you something, and I want complete honestly from you.” He stares intently into my eyes and my smile drops. He sounds serious and demanding.
“Okay…” I try to hide the edge of worry that comes out of my mouth involuntarily, but it’s no good.
He presses his finger to my bottom lip, as if he can sense my unease and is trying to comfort me. I wish he’d spit out whatever he is about to say.
“I want to recreate that first night. I want you take you again, except this time, I want to take you for real. I want you to give me your first.”
“You want me to come to your house?” I nod slowly. I mean, my bedroom is fine and everything, but it’s nothing compared to his house. I had just automatically assumed that if we did do the deed, then that’s where we would go.
“My house yes… but it’s the bit before that I want to do again.”
“What… what do you mean?”
He leans in close to me and whispers in my ear. “I want to take you. I want you to fight me. I want you to kick and scream and cry while I tie you up and fuck your innocent little pussy sore.”
His words send a shiver straight through my body but I can’t even tell if it’s from arousal or fear.
He wants to… role-play?
My abduction?
“But…”
“Shhhh. I know. You wanted your first time to be special. But princess, this is how it’s always going to be with me and you. You run, I catch you. I’ll catch you every single time, every single day.”
I try to take a second to think… to decide what the right thing to do here is. I’m basically giving him the keys to the kingdom. What if I can’t lock that door once it has been opened?
“What if I really need you to stop? When I’m kicking and screaming… how do you know if it’s real or pretend?”
He shakes his head. “I promise you, you won’t want me to stop.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. I have feelings for him… no, the word feelings doesn’t do what we have justice. This goes beyond feelings and urges. This is an obsession. What if I say no? Then I’d never know what it would feel like. I’d spend my whole life wondering what could have been, if only I wasn’t such a pussy.
I’m not a pussy though. I’m not scared of him.
“Okay,” I tell him, nodding my head.
“You’re sure? Don’t tell me things just because you think it will please me. I want to please you, and I think this will.”
“No… I mean it. I want to. I want you to take me just like you did the other night. I want to feel owned by you. Possessed by you.”
He smiles and the sight of his handsome face almost rips the air straight out of my lungs.
“You’ll be the air that I breathe, little princess. Only ever you.”
I smile up at him. “So… when are we going to do it?”
He winks. “Kind of defeats the purpose if I told you, don’t you think?” Then he bends down and brushes his late afternoon stubble across my cheek, gently pressing his lips to my skin. “I’ll be seeing you soon, though.”
And just like that, he’s turning away and getting into his car. He leaves me a little breathless and more that a little speechless.
On the drive home, my mind is racing with thoughts of what exactly I’ve just agreed to. I’ve just given him free rein over my body. Whatever he wants to do… no matter how dark and depraved. But somehow that thought isn’t as scary as it was that very first night. He’s never hurt me, and somehow I don’t think he will.
I trust him.
The rest of the week drags by at a snails pace. I find myself falling into a routine. I get up, I go to classes, I come home, and I study. I’ve taken to visiting that coffee shop, the one I went to that very first night.
I know it’s ridiculous and probably a little desperate… but I fear that I am desperate. It’s the not knowing that is killing me. I’ve barely seen Jason all week. The few times I’ve seen him around the campus, he has been with his friends (thankfully Blondie has been nowhere to be seen). We exchange knowing
glances… sometimes he smirks at me… sometimes he winks. But we never speak.
He’s never told me when to expect it to happen, just that it’s going to at some point soon.
So yes, I have taken to stroking the flames. I’ve taken to poking the bear. I’ve started going for coffee every night. Sometimes I even slow my pace right down when I walk across the parking lot, in the hopes that if he sees me, it gives him more of an opportunity to act. Sometimes I wait until it’s gone ten PM before I walk home. I’m probably flirting with other types of danger — the real types of danger — but that’s how crazy he’s driving me.
Friday night comes and I arrive home with my coffee. I think I checked every single car in the parking lot, looking for his dark BMW. Of course he wasn’t there.
I’m going home this weekend, back to my hometown to visit friends and family. One half of me can’t wait because I’m beginning to feel like a starved animal when it comes to human contact. But there’s another part of me that’s disappointed that it’s going to be at least Monday before I see Jason again.
I finish off the coffee I didn’t even really want in the first place and grab my book, taking it in the bath with me. An early night might do me some good, and I need to be up early tomorrow anyway as it’s such a long drive.
I try to push all thoughts of Jason to the back of my mind, at least for this weekend anyway.
I wake up sometime later with my heart thundering in my chest.
It’s dark.
Pitch dark.
So dark that I wouldn’t be able to see my own hand if it was stuck out right in front of my face. Or the figure of the man who’s just grabbed a hold of my wrist.
Instantly, I panic.
I panic because I’m in that half-dream like state.
Is this real?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Most importantly, who the fuck is he.
I inhale a deep breath intending to let it out as a scream, but a gloved hand quickly covers my mouth.
I’m shaking… every muscle in my body contracting again and again and causing me to tremble like a leaf.
That’s when I hear him.
He’s shushing me.
Jason.
I try to relax myself… I know it’s him… This is what I wanted. I try to relax but my body is already so hyped up. Adrenaline courses through my veins like a drug, and nothing I do or think will ever be enough to stop my galloping heart.
“Hush little princess,” he whispers. “This will go a lot easier for you if you don’t fight me.”
Fight him?
Oh.
He wanted me to fight him.
Immediately I begin to thrash my head from side to side. The grip over my mouth tightens and suddenly I feel his weight on top of my chest.
My hands reach up to his wide shoulders, trying desperately to push him off me. Now his masculine scent fills the air between us and every ragged breath through my nose belongs to him.
With a free hand, he rips the sheets that were separating us away and now I feel his clothes against my thin silk nightdress. His hands run up and down the fabric desperately, and I hear his breath deepen.
“Fuck, little princess. You even dressed up pretty for me.”
As if his words spring me into action again, I part my legs and try to push him up off me with my feet. He growls into my ear, taking a hold of my thigh and pressing his gloved hand deep into my skin.
“Stop struggling,” he growls. I don’t stop. “Stop. Fucking. Struggling.”
The order in his voice is so absolute that for a second I freeze.
Well, I stop fighting. I’m not frozen because I’m still shaking.
“There’s a good little princess. Stop struggling for a second while I get you ready.”
His voice in my ear sends heat straight to my core.
“Put your hands above your head for me like a good little girl.”
Still shaking, I do as he says. I feel a rope wrap once, twice, around my wrists and then he secures them together and attaches them to the top of the bed.
Stretched out like this, I feel like a little lamb put up for slaughter. I’m more aware than ever of my chest heaving against the thin sliver of silk, as if my breasts are straining to be free.
Once he’s happy, he gets off me and I almost moan at the loss of his weight on top of my chest.
A few moments later, the small lamp beside my bed flicks on and I blink several times while my eyes adjust to the light.
Jason stands tall beside the bed, every ounce of him emitting power. He has all the power now. I’m weak and defenceless against him. I am his, and he can do whatever he pleases with me.
The thought of that has more heat pooling between my legs. There’s a hunger in his eyes that has me practically panting in anticipation — but because I now know exactly what he likes, I let it appear as if my heaving chest comes from fear.
Fear of him.
Fear of losing what we both know he is about to steal from me.
His eyes are dancing with lust and desire as he drinks in the sight of me. He takes a step closer. Two steps. And then the mattress shifts from his weight as he sits down on the bed beside me.
He removes his black gloves a finger at a time. He’s doing it so slowly that it almost drives me crazy in anticipation. He drops the gloves to the floor and I watch his fingers as they trace over my neck, as they make their way lower, as they slide under the thin straps of my nightdress and he lowers the garment. Cool air graces my nipples and they seem to pucker and harden right before my eyes. I glance up at him, my eyes full of wonder, but he’s not looking at my face.
He’s watching his hands as they trace gentle circles around my nipples.
A moan catches in my throat when he takes each one between two fingers and applies pressure. It’s as if they’re connected to the space between my legs and suddenly I feel empty there. Suddenly, I need him to take that space.
That’s all I want… but since we’re playing a game, I can’t tell him that.
“Such perfect little nipples, princess,” he growls, and I close my eyes and let the words do strange things to my insides.
The pressure increases and until I’m caught somewhere between pain and pleasure.
“Please… stop.”
I don’t want him to stop. But I think acting like I do will please him.
As if showing me just how pleased he is, he climbs back on top of me.
But he doesn’t stop. He was just getting himself into a better position. His head is directly above my chest and with my hands secured tightly I feel absolutely helpless. My breasts heave as I try to control my breathing. As I wait for what I know is inevitable.
He takes each one in his big hands and squeezes them together. My hips drive forward, grinding my center against his taut stomach muscles. I can feel myself getting his shirt wet but I’m so desperate now, each rough caress has every nerve ending in my body begging for more.
His tongue darts out from between his lips and he takes a long, slow, torturous taste of my bare breast. I bite down on my bottom lip, squirming from the sensation. Then he moves to my nipple and flicks it with his tongue, once, twice, before his mouth covers me and the frenzy begins.
I call it a frenzy because there is no other word to describe what his mouth is doing to me. He’s devouring every inch of me, as if I’m prey and he is a starving predator. My legs twist around him, silently begging him to get closer. It’s like an urge, a need so desperate I think I might burn up if he doesn’t take me right now.
The sound of his zipper going down has my eyes flying open. He moves to the end of the bed, taking the space between my legs on his knees and removing his clothes. The size of him scares me, but the look in his eyes only makes my heart beat faster in my chest.
Within moments, he’s naked and laying down against me. His skin is warm, his body is hard, and I close my eyes waiting for it to happen.
Waiting for him t
o claim me.
To make me his in all ways.
“Tell me to stop again, little princess.”
“No,” I admit, my breath rushing.
“No?” His body grinds against me and sends me writhing, my thoughts spiraling, desperation coursing through my veins.
“We’ll work on that next time,” he says with a chuckle, kissing me softly on my parted lips.
He positions himself at my opening and I squeeze my eyes closed. My pulse pounds in my ears. I can barely stand the waiting any longer. He takes my lower lip between his teeth and bites down on it, hard, causing me to whimper.
A second later, he pushes himself into me and every muscle in my body tenses up. I’m frozen in place, barely even breathing. Jason tenses up above me too, as if he’s holding himself back.
I don’t want him to hold back.
I want to please him.
He lets go of my lip and his mouth presses mine open, his gentle tongue caressing me until I feel my body relaxing. I can breathe again. Further in he slides his shaft until I’m sure there’s no where else for him to go.
“How’s my little princess doing down there?” He whispers into my mouth.
I nod my head. I’m incapable of forming words, of doing anything other than the faintest of whimpers.
He cups my head with his hands, making me feel special. Cherished. Making me feel like whatever I’m doing is pleasing him.
And then he rears back and slams into me with a force that takes the breath from my lungs in a moan. I twist and writhe beneath him but he has a hold of me, he has me pinned down so hard that I can barely move.
His hands grip on to my thighs, spreading me wider for him while he grinds into me. My fingers twist on the ropes, holding on for dear life while he throws his head back and lets out a growl.
He’s driving his hard flesh into me now and he wasn’t wrong — it hurts. But the pain mixed with the lack of control, mixed with his low moans of pleasure, has me almost begging for more.
His head comes back down and devours my neck. My legs twist around his waist.
