Page 50 of Tethered Souls
If I can break her. If I can get her entirely focused on her own need to orgasm, then she won’t see the comfort I am taking from her, not just in her body but in her presence. The balm I need but will never admit to even wanting.
So I stop the vibrations of the nipple clamps. Give her the ability to keep running, and I walk after her, never letting her get away. But never reaching her either. Just teasing her, building her up, making her so desperate she starts to cry. I can hear her whimpers. I can smell the salt of her tears as she struggles to put one foot in front of the other. Her pores seep with adrenaline and arousal and then she finally falls to her knees, unable to take another step. Unable to move without coming.
She turns her head to look at me, and her fear spikes at my slow approach. Like a destiny she can’t outrun, a reaper of Hades’ she can’t throw off. She wiggles backwards, her hands still tied behind her back. I move to her side and push her with my foot, rolling her over. She stares up at me, her eyes wide.
And there it is.
That look of utter obsession.
The one that’ll allow me to lower my own walls without her knowing – at least temporarily.
When her legs fall apart, I don’t hesitate to fall between them. Lowering my head to her pussy, I lick her between her lips. Lifting her hips, she welcomes me. Won’t hurt me in this moment, too needy for what I can give her. The tension in my shoulders easing, I wrap my arms around her thighs and haul her closer to my lips.
She moans as she rides my face, but I know she can’t come from this alone. She needs pressure on the outside of her pussy, a teasing of her clit – two things I deny her as I take my time spreading her cum all inside my mouth and over my chin. As I drown out my thoughts about my family and their sins and just exist in the melody of her cries.
“Varius,please.” Her voice is broken. Her body shudders, and I relent, moving my lips up to latch around her clit. She jerks beneath me as I suck on her. I lift my eyes to her face. She gasps as her thighs squeeze my head, and I watch her as she nears her O.
The rich brown color of her eyes, like a pile of curling leaves before winter’s embrace, has nothing on the shades of arousal that paint her cheeks and neck when she’s about to finish. Has nothing on the precise pitch of her cries, the growing desperation in her song as she begs me to let her come.
My cock painful in my pants, I rock my hips into the cold ground. I groan around her clit at the slight ease of pressure, and she jerks on a scream. But then she falls back down, her cries lowering to where they were before. I still, trying to recall what I just did that made her jolt.
I flick my tongue across her clit. I get a moan but nothing more. I change how I’m sucking on her, the speed and the strength, trying various things. When none of that gets the right response, though, I growl in frustration.
Then there it is. That cry of desire that has her jerking in an uncontrollable spasm.
“Shiiit!” she screams as she lifts her hips, riding me hard. Her pants leave my balls aching. I hum against her clit, then groan again, the pressure in my cock building too much to fight off.
“Shit! Fuck! Variuuuus!” she cries out, and I come at the same time she does, mine triggered by hers, by having given her what she needs. I bury my tongue into her pussy as I groan from deep within my chest. My cock pulses, shooting cum all in my boxers.
Breathing heavily, I kiss her pussy slowly. She trembles beneath me, her legs jerking every so often when she gets overwhelmed by the sensations I’m forcing on her. A small sigh escapes her lips, one of content and utter exhaustion. Lifting my head, I look at her. Her eyes are closed. Her lips have the smallest of tilts, and I realize she’s on the verge of sleep.
My chest tightens as I stare at her. Does she really trust me that much? To let her walls down so fully as to leave herself utterly vulnerable? I could do anything to her while she sleeps. I could slit her throat or push my cock in as deep as I want without her awake to stop me.
“Micha,” I say sharply, telling her she’s being foolish. No one should have that level of trust from her, least of all me. But she’s already asleep.
Her chest rises and falls slowly. Her mien is one of pure unconscious bliss. And fucking hel, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. More precious.
My chest tight, I crawl up her naked body, then turn her onto her side so I can remove the witch’s snare from around her wrists. She sighs as she brings her arms up under her head. She nestles her cheek into the crook of her elbow.
Moving into a crouch, I watch her sleep.
She’s so peaceful.
So ignorant in what she’s giving me. I am the monster people run from, the beast in the dark that should be killed. And here she is, her guard fully down as she sleeps.
My lips tight, I reach a hand out to wake her, to chastise her for being so stupid. But instead of shaking her, I run my fingers over the soft skin of her shoulder. She’s warm, the fire in her veins protecting her from the cold.
Trailing my fingers up her neck to her lips, I trace them slowly. She sighs, and I pull away, my heart beating fast. My lips flatten into a thin line. Fucking hel, I wanted her home so I could work out my frustrations. But she’s only giving me more, teasing me with things I can’t have.
Standing abruptly, I slip the witch’s snare into my pocket and leave.
Seventeen
HER
My muscles are stiff from having slept in the woods, but I’ve spent the night in worse places. The engagement party is tonight, and with Varius having destroyed the dress I was originally going to wear, I now need to pick another one. I could do that myself – obviously, but last night, something changed between us. I felt it. And now… I’m not quite sure, but maybe… Maybe I can...I don’t know...
Fuck. Is this stupid? Should I just pretend like last night never happened? It’s not like he’s going to be open about being open with me. If I start this, put in effort, attempt to squeeze through the holes in his walls…it’s not going to end well. I know it’s not going to end well. I might chisel away a little bit, maybe even a good-sized chunk, but as soon as he realizes he has a fault in his defenses, Varius’s going to start chucking burning oil over his walls. And every single drop is going to land on me.
