by Rynn, Alexa
I ran my finger up and down her t-shirt, she felt so soft and pure.
My eyes traveled up to her lips and I remembered how nice they had parted when she’d wrapped them around my hard cock, licking me up and down like the good girl she was.
I glanced down at my pants where my bulge was sticking straight up.
My whole body pumped with desire, with the need to get off. God, she made me so fucking horny and I hadn’t even had sex with her yet. What was wrong with me? I tried to will my thoughts under control but it was no use and after a second I unzipped my pants, careful to be quite enough that I wouldn’t disturb my sleeping angel.
My crotch was throbbing, begging for satisfaction.
I squirmed out of my boxers, desperate for some relief. I’d never been this way around a woman in my life, not being able to control myself was a new feeling for me, one that I wasn’t sure I liked. I was used to being able to turn things on and off when it came to the girls I fucked around with.
Grace was different, though.
Everything about this was different.
My cock felt as hard as a rock, I wrapped my fingers around my thick shaft and started to rub it back and forth as I looked down at my sweet girl, she looked so peaceful while she slept.
I closed my eyes and thought about her wrapping her mouth around me while she looked up at me with want and horniness in her eyes. She had wanted me just as much as I wanted her, she had wanted to please me, to prove that she was everything I could ever need.
She had no idea.
I beat my cock faster and faster while I thought about her, taking myself further and further toward the point of exploding until I finally couldn't take it anymore and I cum all over the blanket on the bottom of my bed.
I gasped in satisfaction as my heart started to slow back down to a normal pace. I yanked my pants off and kicked them toward the other side of the bed and then did the same with my shirt.
A shower might be a good idea right about now.
***
GRACE
It felt kind of strange, waking up in Cutter’s bed; it was a feeling I still wasn’t used to. A feeling of belonging somewhere and with someone. I had dreamed of this moment since I was a little girl, the moment that I felt like someone wanted me for more than what I looked like but for my soul. And while Cutter wasn’t the most emotional guy, I felt like he wanted me, all of me.
Or at least I felt that way when he was near me.
The second he left the pathetic side of me kicked in.
I sat up and looked around the room, searching for him.
He was nowhere in sight.
Fear settled into my heart, the way it did whenever he wasn’t near me. He had changed his mind. He didn’t want me after all, he was down the hall with some new girl and he was going to send the Misfits in to take care of me. The thoughts were crazy and rooted by my insecurities.
But I didn’t care.
I just wanted him, the reassurance of him.
And now.
“CUTTER!” I threw the covers back on the bed. “CUTTER!” Tears started to sting the back of my eyes. I hated how emotional he made me but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want to be left alone again. He was the only one I could count on to not hurt me. “CUTTER!”
The bathroom door opened and Cutter came sprinting out. A towel covered him from the waist down but his body was dripping wet and little suds of soap drifted out of his dark hair and down his chiseled chest. I gulped at his body, still taken back by how good-looking he was. Each muscle on his tatted up chest and arms were so defined, so bulging.
He held his towel together with one hand and a black gun in the other.
“WHAT! WHAT IS IT?” He looked around the room frantically.
I tried to force my eyes away from his perfect body. “I dint know where you went.” I sat back down on the bed and placed my hands on my lap. “I got worried.”
“Jesus, Grace!” Cutter sighed. “You scared the shit out of me! In my world when someone you care about yells like that it’s because someone has just broken down your door looking to extract revenge on them for some shit that you did.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He set his gun down on his dresser and moved over to the bed. “Don’t be sorry, Grace. It’s nice that you care about me being safe but you have to trust me. I can take care of myself, let me do the worrying for the both of us.” He leaned into me and titled my head up to his, kissing me on the lips.
The rocks in my stomach lunged up into my throat. He had kissed me many times over the past few days but I still wasn’t used to the effect it had on my body. He pulled back and I glanced down at his ripped chest, licking my lips slowly.
Cutter chuckled. “Like what you see?”
I looked away, embarrassed. The whole thing was confusing. One minute I felt like I was his girl and the next he was making little comments like that and I felt inexperienced and silly even being in the same room as him. How many girls must he have been with in his life?
I wasn’t sure I would ever compare.
Plus, Cutter hadn’t exactly tried to have sex with me yet. If he really were interested in me, wouldn’t he of made that move by now? I’d been feeling better, it’s not like I still looked like a bruised bag of potatoes.
The whole thing felt bizarre. Sure, Blaze and Cutter’s father had referred to me as Cutter’s property. But what the hell did that mean, anyway? Cutter hardly seemed like the type to have a girlfriend. Or like the type to marry a woman and bare her children.
The thought instantly made me feel guilty.
I still hadn’t found the nerve to tell Cutter about his father’s little request. Mostly because I was scared of how he would react. What if the thought of having a child with me made him disgusted? Or what if he ran right to his father and told him he knew? The drama that would erupt was too much to think about combined with everything else going on.
“I’m ready to get out of this room,” I declared. “It’s been days and I’m not helping anything by sitting in a room all day long.” I was growing anxious with nothing else to do but overthink every little thing.
Cutter shook his head and stood up, still dripping water all over the place. “Not an option. My father is still trying to work something out with the committee, The Misfits aren’t backing down easily, which means that it's still not safe for you to be seen out and about.”
“All this over little old me,” I huffed.
Cutter readjusted his towel. “Yup, over little old you.”
I tried to keep my heart rate under control as he pulled the fabric up just before his member was revealed. “What would anyone possibly want with me that it’s such a big damn deal to just let me go?”
“Don’t say damn,” Cutter told me as he moved closer to me. “And I can think of one or two things that the men over there would want with you.” He licked my neck and sucked on my earlobe gently.
“Oh, yeah?” I gasped into his wet hair.
“Uh huh,” he told me as he continued his puzzle using his tongue.
It took every ounce of courage I had but I reached up and fiddled with the fabric of his towel, starting to pull it down so that I would be able to see every part of his wet and buff body.
He grabbed my hand in his huge paw and backed away from me. “What are you doing?” He didn’t look mad or anything, more amused, like the idea of me making such a bold move was amusing to him.
I blushed and looked away. “Sorry, I just…”
He chuckled. “Oh, you don’t have to be sorry for touching me, Grace, trust me. And I’m thrilled you’re feeling well enough to get all bold with me, it’s pretty hot.”
I fiddled with the bottom of the long t-shirt he had given me to sleep in. “Then what’s the problem? You aren’t in the mood or something?” I bit my lip and looked up into his smoldering eyes.
“That’s not the issue.” He winked at me. “The issue is that you’ve been a bad girl and I can’t rewar
d you for that kind of behavior, not until you’ve been properly punished.”
Until I was properly punished… what the heck did that even mean?
I shook my head. “But I didn’t do anything.”
Anger shot up and down his face. “You didn’t do anything, Grace, really?” He shook his head and dropped his towel on the floor. “Are you sure about that?”
I gasped at his exposed penis and looked away. It was ridiculous, I had seen it before, and I knew I was allowed to look at him but I still felt like I shouldn’t. I still felt intimidated by how open he was with his sexuality and how comfortable he was with his body.
I would never be like that. I would never be one of those girls.
He walked to the other side of the room and opened up his bottom dresser drawer, leaning over to take out a pair of fresh boxers. I glanced at his butt, so tan and toned. I gulped and squeezed my hot legs together. Even his butt was perfect.
He turned around and I looked away but I wasn’t fast enough and I saw a look of satisfaction creep into his eyes. It was like the more nervous he made me, the more he liked it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I turned around to face him on the bed, now that his dick was covered. “I didn’t do anything wrong, I’ve been locked in a room for days, how could I have?”
“I don’t mean now, I mean the other night.”
What had I done the other night? I knew he couldn’t have met how I’d refused to kill the cop just because he told me to because we’d already talked about that. Well, kind of. Cutter had said he should have never left me on the side of the road to begin with and I’d taken it as an apology because let’s face it, in Cutter’s world that was the closest he could get to one.
“What about the other night?”
Cutter started pulling guns out from underneath the bed and loading them with fresh bullets. “I shouldn’t have left you on the side of the road, I take responsibility for that, but do you have any idea what it felt like when Blaze came up to tell me that you and Ace were together, and he was bringing you in to my father?”
I glanced down at the guns; aware I was sleeping right over them this whole time. At least they weren’t loaded. “It wasn’t like that, Cutter, he just found me on the side of the road. I thought he would take me to a hotel or something, not to some Red Sin torture chamber!”
Cutter slammed one of the guns down on the table next to the bed so hard that the table rattled back and forth. “So, you’re admitting that you wanted to go back to a hotel with him?”
“I didn’t say that! I meant I wanted him to drop me off at one.”
He let out a sigh and placed both of his hands on the side table, leaning forward and calming his emotions down a little bit. “How do you think that made me feel, Grace?” He turned around slowly and crossed his huge arms over his ripped chest. “Knowing that you were off with Ace when me and you had just shared something special?”
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted.
“You’re sure nothing happened between the two of you?”
“Yes! Of course!”
He paused then nodded, deciding to believe me. “Good, because I’d hate to have the blood of two of my brother’s on my hands in not even a week span.”
I winched at the memory of Cutter’s father shooting his brother in the head. I pushed it out of my mind, hating the idea that I had anything to do with another man’s death, even if he did deserve it. I didn’t want to think about anything that had to do with that day, especially the part of the day where I agreed to have Cutter’s son without running it by him first.
I was so lost in the memory of the insane deal I made that I didn’t realize Cutter was in front of me until I looked up a second later and saw him looking down at me.
“Hands up,” he told me. His eyes drifted up and down my body like I was a filet mignon he couldn’t wait to cut into. I glanced down at his shirt, suddenly feeling modest. He’d never seen my in just my garments before, what if he was disappointed? I raised my hands up in the air.
Cutter ran his fingers up and down the bottom of his t-shirt a few times before linking his fingers underneath it and rubbing his hands up my stomach and chest on the way to gently lifting the fabric over my head. He tossed the shirt on the floor and let his eyes get lost in my body.
I moved my hands in front of my chest off impulse.
He shook his head and pulled my hands apart, leaving my light purple bra and panties as the only thing that was shielding my body from its purest form. “Don’t do that,” he told me. “Don’t cover up something so beautiful.”
A heat crept into my body.
No one had ever called me beautiful before. No man, anyway.
Cutter lifted my legs off the floor and laid them out on the bed then pushed my body completely down so that I was laid out on my back. His fingers were so long and his hands so strong that the slightest touch from him sent a shiver up and down my entire body.
He started at my ankles and ran his hand slowly up my leg until he reached my thighs and then he pushed them apart, sticking his fingers between my legs. His eyes were on mine as he inched closer and closer to my center. I let out a small gasp from the anticipation; I could already feel a deep wetness growing inside of my folds.
He ran his finger back and forth over my panties, refusing to go inside of the fabric. “Grace,” he whispered, a sparkle in his eye. “You’re already fucking wet, aren’t you?”
I hated how little control I had over my body when it came to him, talk about humiliating. I wasn’t a little girl anymore; I should be able to control my hormones a little better. And normally I could, but being around Cutter was like a high I’d never known before and my body was in constant awareness of it.
I clicked my legs together.
Cutter shook his head back and forth devilishly. “No, it’s good, that’s a good girl, Grace.” He rubbed his fingers back and forth over the fabric faster and faster, tracing small circles right over my center. “Show me how wet I make you.”
His words turned me on even more and my thighs vibrated over his hands, much to both his and my satisfaction. I could feel the fire between my legs turning into more and more of a juicy liquid.
His hand slipped inside of my panties and his fingers found my sweet spot, pushing back and forth against it for only a second before he pulled his hand back out and licked my juices off his fingers. He moaned in satisfaction and closed his eyes, letting my taste sink into his tongue. “So sweet.”
The brief amount of contact from him was enough to make my pussy throb, I wanted his fingers back inside of me more than I wanted anything else in the world. I pushed my legs further apart, begging for his attention.
Cutter smirked and reached down, rubbing his hand up my stomach and over my breasts, he paused on my hard nipples that were poking out of my bra and outlined the tip on each one of my lumps.
“Cutter,” I whispered, growing anxious.
“What, baby?” He moved his hand up to my mouth and parted my lips with his nail. “Is something wrong?” He moved one of his fingers into my mouth and waited patiently while I rolled my tongue around the top half of it. After it was covered in my spit he pulled it out of my mouth and took his time bringing it back down to my heavy breasts.
My chest moved up and down faster and faster.
His hand slunk inside of my bra and he rubbed his wet finger over one of my already sharp nipples, I could feel my legs starting to tremble again. “Cutter, please,” I begged.
“What?” He asked, playing dumb. “What’s wrong?” He yanked on my nipple roughly and smirked when I cried out a little bit, he was so strong and powerful.
“Please, stop.”
He pulled his hand out of my bra and leaned his arm over me. “Stop, what?” He nuzzled his face into my hair and his scent drifted into my nostrils, overcoming the small part of my body that he didn’t already have control over. “What am I doing to you, Grace?” He pushed further
into me.
“Stop teasing me,” I moaned.
“Do you want me, Grace?” Cutter breathed into the nape of my neck.
“Yes,” I admitted.
“Tell me, tell me how bad you want me.”
“I want you bad.”
His body froze over me. “Tell me again.”
“I want you so bad, Cutter.”
“Good.” He nodded and planted one gentle kiss on my neck before flipping my hands up over my head forcefully and holding them in place. “Just stay still like a good girl.”
A second later I felt a cold shock up and down my body and a loud clicking noise in my ear. Cutter was pulling off of me before I even had a chance to figure out what was going on. I tried to pull my hand down from above my head but it was lodged tightly.
I jiggled my wrist back and forth. “YOU HANDCUFFED ME?”
Cutter was standing over me, shaking his head back and forth. “I told you that you had to be punished, Grace.” He turned around and pulled a pair of black jeans off the floor, slipping them up over his boxers. “Now I want you to think about what you did while you’re… detained. Really reflect on it.”
He wanted me to think about what I did while I was handcuffed to my bed in nothing but my underwear and bra? “You’ve lost your mind!” I told him, jiggling my hands back and forth frantically. “Let me go! Right now!”
Cutter shook his head. “You know I can’t do that, Grace.” He glanced around the room and grabbed a white t-shirt he spotted hanging over one of the lampshades in the corner. “This will be good for you. It’ll really give you a chance to think about how wrong you were. Under no circumstances should you be spending time with another man, especially not another brother.” He paused. “Unless it’s Blaze, Blaze is okay.”
“I don’t want to spend time with Blaze!” I snapped. “I want you to let me go! Right now!” I kicked my feet up and down on the bed like a child. “God, what is it with you and wanting to tie me up, anyway?”
He raised his eyebrows at me suggestively.
“Don’t answer that,” I grumbled.
I couldn’t believe I’d been stupid enough to allow myself to get tied up by him twice in the last week, let alone on the same damn bed. He’d tricked me, though. Got me to let my guard down with his hot body and then tied me up like his little prisoner.
