“I will fight you. I won’t be your prisoner forever. I will get away from you, and when I do…” She let the threat trail off.
“You’ll what? Throw fucking books at me? Shampoo? Conditioner? Trust me, Red, you’ll never escape me. Ever. I’m not someone who plays around, not when I’ve been betrayed. The last person who betrayed me? They ended up gutted, and to this day I skin them myself for their flesh. Look around this room, see those pictures?”
Olivia looked, her eyes skimming the paintings of majestic landscapes that were the only thing to adorn his walls. They were beautiful, masterpieces even.
“Those are a reminder never to trust anyone, except blood, again. I have his flesh painted after it’s been tanned, and then I hang it up where I can see it, to remind me. By some chance, if you do get away, know that I’ll always find you. Besides, Humans can’t access the portals,” he warned. He wanted her terrified; and this? This would scare the shit out of full grown men, let alone his little librarian.
Yeah, so those pictures weren’t so pretty anymore. She cringed and stared up at him. She could feel him pressed against her; he was massive in the size department, and his kiss had jumpstarted an array of emotions that had yet to leave her. Her body had responded to him in a way that terrified her.
“Can I move?” she asked when all the colossal ogre did was stare at her. His mouth lowered to hers; his eyes began to swirl and she moved her head, trying to stop it, even though she wanted to feel his hot kiss again.
“You need a lesson in being owned,” he growled. His hand came up and clasped both of hers together, and held them between their bodies while his other pinched her chin lightly as he sealed his molten lips over hers to steal a kiss.
This time, it was gentle, and those emotions jumped to life with a vengeance. Her body betrayed her, and she grew soft with her need, even though she knew she’d stop him before he went any further. His knee easily parted her legs, but it was all he did.
He sifted them, his body cradling hers as he took her with him. One minute he’d been kissing her, and the next, he held her against the wall until she gained her balance.
“Go to bed before I stop fighting the urge to feed from you and fuck you, until the only words you know are ‘yes please,’ and ‘more,’” he growled as he released his hold and reached for the chain that was connected to her collar. He quickly refastened it to the wall and smiled coldly as the sound of the lock clicked. Then he dismissed her completely, as if he hadn’t just aroused her to a painful level of need.
Chapter Seventeen
Listening to her uneven breathing, Ristan knew she wasn’t asleep. She’d been tossing and turning on the cot and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to remain where he was, on his side, facing away from her. His cock pulsed, and his heart beat erratically.
He should just take her and screw his moral compass, but he’d never taken a woman by force, and he wasn’t about to start now. He had a slow, skillfully detailed plan for her. He was going to make her beg for his cock, and she’d take it. Oh, she’d do more than just take it.
“I can’t sleep like this,” she whispered.
“Is that so?” he offered, exhaling a deep breath.
“This bed isn’t very soft; I think the one in the cell offered more padding,” she mused softly.
He listened as the chain rattled, and her soft groan of displeasure sounded through the otherwise silent room. He sat up after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, his eyes moving to her position in the dimly lit room. He stood, and moved to the chain, unlocking it with his touch, and he pulled her along, tugging when she hesitated.
“I’m not sleeping…” She stopped as she took in his naked body; what wasn’t hidden by bandages showed angry red marks from his torture crisscrossing his impressive frame. Fucking glow stones, he thought as he yanked the chain hard enough to bring her within inches of his throbbing cock.
A single push on her slim shoulders and she’d be on her knees, right where he wanted her. He waved his hand, disposing of the simple outfit, his eyes raking over her erect nipples and the silky red curls between her legs.
Fuck. This was a bad idea, but he needed sleep to heal. He ignored her feeble protest and connected the chain to the headboard, then pulled on the chain until she was forced to fall or climb onto the bed.
“Touch me while I sleep, and you won’t like what happens. Understand, little girl?” he grumbled as he ignored her answer and lay back down. He felt the bed move as she tried to get comfortable, and eventually, they slept.
*~*~*
Olivia was on fire. She mewled and moaned as fingers, very skilled fingers at that, worked her pussy over. She was lost in a dream and, considering most of them had included him, it wasn’t a big surprise that this one had him in it as well.
She was pushed flat against the mattress, and she willingly spread her legs apart as rough palms directed her. One finger slid into her wet entrance, and then another, filling her to a painful level. She rocked her hips, accepting more, needing more.
Damp heat blew over her soft nub, and then his mouth was there, that tongue of his pushed hard against her love button, and lips captured her clit, sucking it into his heated mouth. His fingers were buried to his knuckles, and she had to have more of him, now.
He didn’t deliver; instead one hand came up to cup her breast, and he pinched her nipples painfully. She cried out at the sensual pleasure that rocketed through her. Her own juices allowed him further entrance; his groan was erotic as it vibrated over her sensitive flesh.
His fingers pushed further inside of her and found a silent beat that brought a sensation into the pit of her belly, one she had found before, but had never successfully released. She pushed herself onto to those fingers, needing to reach it. His thumb and forefinger that pinched and teased her nipple moved to the other, and then he stopped.
“Please,” she murmured hungrily, her own voice sounding unfamiliar to her ears. Fuck it; this was a dream, and she wanted him here. She wanted to know what that sensation was; to know what it was like to fall over that precipice before her life was ended.
“Please what?” he growled, and as she forced her eyes to open, she saw the lid of the settee at the end of the bed open and a few of the items inside flew across the bed to his waiting hand. What were those things?
“Oh, gosh,” she whispered as she noted a small pair of clamps, and other things she’d only seen in catalogs or described in a few of the books she’d read.
“Close your eyes, and spread your legs apart,” he ordered, and his tone brooked no argument.
She mentally reminded herself that she was dreaming, and when she woke up, this wouldn’t be real. She closed her eyes and felt silk as it wrapped around her head, creating a blindfold. She moaned as his fingers trailed between her thighs, until his hands captured hers and held them above her head.
“I had planned to wait, but waking up to the smell of that sweet pussy screwed that up,” he growled softly, as more silk was wrapped around each wrist. She felt a tug as he tightened and then released it. She never thought she’d be into kink outside of a good book, but then she’d never even taken a man to her bed before. He excited her; no matter how much she tried to deny it, he did.
Large hands plumped her breast; his lips and teeth sucked and lightly bit her nipple. There was a sting and a burn as something metal bit into it and didn’t let go. He licked it and repeated the same treatment with the other one. Clamps? This dream was getting weirder by the second. A wet, hot tongue slid down to her clit where it was sucked, licked, and nipped as a third metal bite clamped and held on. She couldn’t hold it any longer; a moan escaped and she rocked her hips as the pressure from the little clamps sent a wild thrill through her.
Her pussy flooded with moisture as his fingers fondled her curls. “Gods, you’re made
for being fucked, aren’t you, my little Witch?” he groaned and she felt his fingers as he pressed them against her heat and slid them through the mess he’d created. “I wonder if this sweet haven can stretch far enough to take me?” he questioned, and then two fingers entered her body, stretching and filling her enough that she gasped at the violation, which amplified the pleasure. He pushed his fingers into her until only his flat palm was pressed against her heat.
“I need it,” she begged, unsure of what exactly she needed at this point. She rocked her hips, needing more. Her nipples felt almost numb beneath the pressure of the clamps, and her clit was swelling from being pinched. His mouth lowered to where she needed it, but the moment his tongue flicked against her clit, she cried out in shock as pain mingled with pleasure, pleasure overtook the pain, and that storm inside of her gained strength.
*~*~*
Ristan couldn’t get enough of the taste of her. Her sweet pussy juices covered his face, coating his lips as he continued to lick her clit, where the blood flow had been restricted. He wanted to make her body betray her own wishes. Even now, she moaned for more, oblivious to the fact that this wasn’t a dream.
He’d pulled himself out of her dream and awoken to her sweet body pressed against his, his cock poised at the ready as her sleek folds slid up and down it. Yeah, she was ripe as fuck with the need to be taken. Even in her sleep she’d found his soldier, and tempted him past his breaking point. He held back, remembering that she was a virgin, and she needed to be explored and ready before he fed inch after inch of his massive cock into that sweet little pussy, or he could seriously hurt her.
His eyes slid up her porcelain skin to where her nipples reddened and swelled from the clamps. This particular set could vibrate, which could make her come before she’d begged for it, so he kept the vibration off for now. Her thighs were spread wide, and while he liked the idea of her being unaware of what was happening to her pretty pussy, he wanted to see her eyes when she exploded with her first orgasm.
He flicked his fingers, and the blindfold disintegrated. The fibers caught the gentle breeze of the wind from the open windows and created a glowing cascade of white crystals. She blinked to adjust her eyes, and then he brought his fingers back to her opening. His other hand created sensations as his fingers made small circular patterns on her inner thighs.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Olivia?” he whispered hoarsely, his own voice filled with his need to throw caution to the wind and take her.
“I need to come,” she replied thickly, her sultry tone sliding over his skin like a gentle caress. “Make me come, please,” she pleaded, as her hips lifted wantonly.
He moved between her legs and slid his cock over her velvet folds. His stomach coiled with the need to fuck, to lay claim to what no other man or being had claimed before.
She was dripping, the beautiful sight of her juices as they flooded her core sent him over the edge and he held his cock at her pussy. His free hand reached up and removed the single piece of lacy silk that bound her hands, and then he removed the clamp that pinched her very swollen nub. He watched her as she made an O with her beautiful lips, and her eyes followed suit. He pushed the head of his cock just inside her sheath and groaned as the tightness gripped him. His muscles strained and bunched in his neck as he forced himself to remain still, his cock just barely inside of her, needing to be buried in her sultry depths.
He pulled it out, and gently slid it along the seam of her wetness, stroking her until she was moving with him, seemingly unaware that this was no dream. Her wetness would allow him entrance, and he was impatient to enter her fully. It wasn’t right since she thought him her dream lover, and yet he couldn’t force himself to stop. He slid his cock back to the tip of her entrance.
“Beg me to fuck you,” he grunted; blood pulsed in his manhood as her tight pussy gripped the head of it painfully.
“Never,” she whispered, and pushed her tight body against him, surprising him as she sealed her fate and took him deep. She cried out as pain tore through her, and he growled at her own thoughtlessness. Her pussy was wet, but it had needed to be ready for his wide thickness and long length. “Oh God,” she cried out, but instead of moving away from what was surely causing her pain, she spread her legs wider, working her hips to accommodate his cock.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned and held still, allowing her to use his cock to find her own pace.
She was fucking him! This sweet virgin was rocking her tight-as-fuck sheath around him and using his cock like her own pleasure toy. He rocked his hips and watched as her hands moved to her now very sensitive clamped nipples. Her fingers gently stroked the red tips, and a new flood of liquid filled her sweet pussy. Yeah, fuck it, she was in trouble.
He grabbed her hands, pushing them down hard as his mouth found those sensitive peaks, one and then the other as he nipped at them, enjoying the shocked gasp that exploded from her lips. She was discovering the truth, and he’d be damned if she called it off this far in. He pushed further inside her until he was buried to the hilt, and she screamed as pain tore through her, but it only lasted a few moments as he started to fuck her body.
His teeth grazed her nipple, and then he removed the clamps; one and then the other, until they were free, and then he sucked on them greedily. Her moan was bliss to his ears as the blood rushed back to those twin peaks, and he rocked his massive cock in the tightness of her sweet body.
He pulled back as her body began trembling with her impending release. He watched as she continued to use him, her sweet ass rocking as she fucked his cock. He’d planned on torturing her, but this? This was backfiring at best.
His balls tightened as she continued to slide on and off of his shaft, and then she screamed. Her eyes went wide, her pert nipples hardened before his eyes, and she exploded in screams as her body shook from the force of her first orgasm. Unable to resist, he fed on the rush of energy that pulsed from her. The taste of Fae and Human as he expected, and something else he couldn’t identify. It was powerful. Something he’d never before tasted and immediately wanted more of. His eyes opened slowly and he watched her for a moment, smiling darkly as he pulled her legs up by her ankles, with no warning of his intent.
Her body was ready, and his balls ached too much to wait any longer. He spread her apart, placing one slender ankle over his shoulder and the other on his thigh as he pushed himself into her, hard and fast as he fucked her sleek, tight heat. “My turn,” he warned and continued pounding her until she screamed again, her hands pushing against him as he took his turn.
Her cries were of pleasure, music to his ears as the beat of his blood mingled with them, and he exploded inside of her sweet heat. He’d never come so fast or hard in his entire life. Yet he didn’t stop, not even when she tried to wiggle away from him. Instead, he captured her face between his hands, kissing her long and hard, which made her rock her hips to his tempo, as if they both heard the same song even though no music played in the room.
In the morning, she’d scream and cry foul, but he didn’t care. She’d been willing; he could feel every emotion she had through his fingertips and he could see it in her expressive blue eyes that she was fully aware that this was no dream. She’d been truly fucked by her captor, and she’d wanted it with every fiber of her being.
He exploded a second time, taking her with him over the beautiful blissful cliffs, and she’d screamed his name… Okay, she’d screamed his code name, which he’d need to fix, and she hadn’t said it to him, but the next time he took her, she’d scream it to the fucking heavens.
Sated and unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he cleansed their bodies with glamour, cleaning the blood from her and the bed, and yanked her lithe body against his. “You’re mine now, Olivia. I own you.”
Chapter Eighteen
Walking through the gardens, Ristan mulled over his harsh words with Synthia
this morning. His intentions were his alone, and he understood where she was coming from, yet he deserved his revenge.
He’d left his prisoner asleep in his bed and had stopped by the nursery briefly to give Kahleena a little boost of his Demon juice, which would keep the infant alive a little longer until they could figure out how to heal the Tree. The tiny thing was growing weaker when she should be growing strong. Her golden eyes showed her father’s powers, yet she was failing to thrive, and sooner or later, her brothers would follow.
Synthia had arrived in the nursery and he’d blasted her about going against his wishes by taking Adam down to pay Olivia a visit in her cell the day before. Sinjinn had given him a mental heads-up at the time, but he’d stayed away from the cell at Ryder’s command and assurance that he would personally ensure that nothing was done and that Olivia would remain his prisoner.
He’d listened as Synthia had given him advice on Olivia. He was thankful that she hadn’t begged him to release her, and instead explained to him what she thought could be to blame. He’d understood Synthia’s standpoint when she’d explained about growing up in the Guild, and how it was law to always trust the Elders, and follow any orders given by them. He’d smiled and inwardly chuckled at how different being raised in the Horde was. With his father, he’d managed to find loopholes and ways around doing what he knew was wrong. Unless one was very clever, death was the usual punishment for not following orders under Alazander’s regime. He’d lived, though, and avoided situations that he knew were wrong, but Olivia had played the willing seductress in his fall inside the Guild.
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