Page 37 of Deafened By Silence
“I could break out of these easily, you know.” He growls whilst tugging against the restraints, but I simply sit back on my heels.
“Each time you try, I’ll stop.” His chest is rising and falling quickly, the inked angels and demons coming to life as they are stretched and twisted. Rhys grits his teeth and relaxes, signaling that I can continue. That he’ll behave. A different kind of beast swells in my chest, instinctively knowing that I have Rhys in a way no one else has. I have him submitting.
Kneeling upwards and starting at his neck, I kiss my way down his tattooed skin and lean muscles. Several hidden scars pass beneath my lips but I’m too distracted to question them, turning my attention to Rhys’ boxers. He’s rock hard inside, bobbing free when I peel his waistband off and down his legs. What a beautiful cock. I’ve avoided appreciating it until now, both to annoy Rhys and to gear myself up. He’s as big as I knew he’d be, having caught a glimpse in the locker room showers, those small silver balls gleaming.
My gaze flicks up and Rhys smirks at me knowingly. He’s far too cocky for someone who’s tied up and supposed to be at my mercy, so I don’t hold off wiping that smile off his face. Takinghis length into the back of my throat in one swift thrust, Rhys’ shocked grunt reverberates through my head. I beam around his shaft. The rounded ends of his piercing take a moment to adjust to, but soon become my new favorite obsession.
Licking his smooth head, taking him deep for few seconds and sucking the tip on the way up, I find a rhythm that has him bucking beneath me. He groans and grinds, trying to relieve the pressure that has his balls tightening. Using my nails, I claw up the inside of his thighs and over his balls, enjoying myself far too much.
“That’s enough,” Rhys tries to bark but there’s a desperation to his voice that has me grinning with satisfaction. Unhooking the clasp of his cuffs so they remain attached to his wrists, I push him down onto the bed and straddle his stomach. Leaning forward, I link the cuffs together above his head which he takes as a chance to bite my nipple.
Jerking back, I give his leash a hard yank. “You’re so lucky I don’t decide it’s your turn to be battered with the paddle,” I murmur, gripping his jaw tightly with my other hand. He opens his mouth to respond but I swallow his words with a kiss, not wanting to hear his excuses. He’s an asshole, he knows it, everyone knows it. But for tonight, he’s mine to play with. Our mouths crash and collide, a battle of will with our tongues.
Shifting slightly, Rhys’s hands slip beneath his pillow to retrieve a condom he must have stashed there. I take it from his grip, ripping it open with my teeth and sitting back to slide it down his veiny length. That touch alone has Rhys groaning and thrusting into my hand, biting on his lip ring and enticing me to come back for more.
Pure sin coils around my tongue as I drive it into his mouth again, tempting me to overpower the beast beneath my hands. Lifting my hips, I lower myself onto his cock as I gasp into his mouth. His girth stretches me to the point of pain, stars burstingbehind my eyes. His piercing smooths against my g-spot with enough pressure to have my walls tightening before we’ve even started. Pushing myself upright on his chest, I become fully seated and rock my hips to adjust.
Rhys waits and watches, drinking in my tiny moans and staring the point where our bodies meet. Starting slow, I lift and ease myself up and down his length, a climax already threatening to explode if I move any faster. Every time I sink down, Rhys jolts upwards to meet me and I groan loudly, scratching his chest and abs deeply. Building up to a faster pace, I ride him hard enough for us both to be panting. My thighs are burning from exertion but I don’t let up, grinding against his groin for the metal inside to brush my g-spot over and over. A tightening starts to pulse within my core, a release I need more than my next breath coiling around his shaft.
“Release me, Babygirl. Let me show you what I’ve been dreaming to do to you.” His pleas are cute but I narrow my eyes and tug his leash hard.
“You don’t have dreams, Rhys. You’re a thing of nightmares.” A smile grows across Rhys’ face, that manic razor-edged look igniting in his eyes.
“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Thrusting his hands upwards, he snaps the chains and lunges upright. I scream, shoving at his chest to get away. I meant what I said, if he broke the restraints I would stop, but he doesn’t give me an inch. Well, to be literal, he gives me nine.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, Rhys hands grab my ass, lifting and slamming me back down whilst thrusting from underneath. I lose all fight and give into him. His body, his aura, his desires. The world falls away until only Rhys’ toxic recipe of irresistible lust and bad judgement remain. He doesn’t hold back, slamming into me while his fingers grip my ass, holdingme firmly in place. The darkness of his soul latches onto mine, pulling me down a path I won’t be able to come back from.
Shamelessly grinding me against him, Rhys’s mouth clasps onto my neck and sucks hard. I hiss in pain but don’t want it to stop either and on the next deep thrust, my walls crash with a rush of ecstasy. My nails claw his back and I bite down hard on his shoulder, the taste of blood tainting my mouth but it only seems to make him fuck me harder.
Pounding relentlessly while I continue to moan, Rhys crushes me against his body to hold me in place. He flips me at the last minute, sharp snaps of his hips driving me further into the mattress. All I can do is hold on and scream every curse I can think of. Anything, as long as it isn’t his name. I’m drunk, not stupid enough to let him hold that over my head. Hiking my hips up, Rhys explodes with a flood of heat against the latex separating us, unrelenting until he’s full spent.
We remain connected for too long whilst regaining our steady heartbeats and even breathing. Long enough to probably be considered cuddling if it weren’t for the swelling of our lips, blood dripping from his shoulder or skin beneath my fingernails. No, this is more like the aftermath of a psychotic ritual or an exorcism.
Sitting upright, Rhys unclips the collar and flicks off my mic, tossing them aside. Plunged back into the silence that’s only interrupted by the pounding of my own pulse, the regret settles in faster than I expected. I thought I had at least until morning, but now I’m taking in my surroundings, I can’t help but feel defeated. Rhys got want his wanted. Another notch on his bedpost.
I take that as my cue to roll out from beneath him but his hand catches my throat and his lips crash back down on mine. The kiss doesn’t even deserve to be called that. It’s just as depraved, just as possessive and bruising. Just as delicious. Myback arches, pushing my nipples against Rhys’ chest, chasing the pleasure he ignites within me so easily. Squeezing my throat tighter, he leans back just enough for me to read his lips moving.
“Where do you think you’re going? You promised me tonight.”My brows raise slightly, a tightening happening within my core.
“To freshen up,” I quickly recover. After a beat, Rhys nods and releases me, jerking his chin toward the corner. There’s an open doorway, dark beyond the frame.
I slide out from beneath him, my legs shaky but determined, and slip inside. The door clicks closed with my back pressed against it, and I let out a shaky laugh.Holy hell… that was just the beginning?My old flings were all reckless quickies, squeezed in between stolen moments before someone’s parents or guardians came barging through a door. Fast, dirty, and forgettable. But here? There are no rules or witnesses. Here, it’s just me and Rhys. Me and the monster I’ve provoked.
Finding the light switch, I cross the room of slate grey tiles and white porcelain amenities. Just as bland as the rest of the house. The shower, however, that thing is a work of art with a square head in shining chrome and a drain built into the floor.
I twist the dial to near-scalding, stepping beneath the heavy spray. The water pounds against my skin, washing away the haze of alcohol and replacing it with raw awareness. My head tips back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh,God,” I moan, not even faking it. “I don’t know what’s more pleasurable, you or your power shower,” I call toward the bedroom. He’s probably not even listening but that’s fine. I’m quite happy in here, leaning back to keep my dyed hair dry and my nipples thoroughly entertained.
The water beats down, soothing, until heat flares across my stomach. I gasp, jerking at the unexpected hand smoothingacross my skin. A teasing nip at my earlobe follows, then the ghost of a kiss against my cheek.
“Jesus, you scared me,” I spin, finding him right behind me. Still rock-hard, tattoos slicked black from the water, one hand lazily stroking his cock like he’s got all the time in the world.
“You’ve praised God and Jesus in this shower. Where’s my praise?”His lips curl around the words, one brow raised. I tilt my head defiantly. I really should learn to quit while I’m ahead.
“You have to earn it.”
Rhys licks his lip ring, the grin splitting his face in two. He reaches past me, switching the spray to a smaller handheld head that he’s unhooked from the wall. The blast of hot water hits my nipple at close range, a sharp sting of sensation making me yelp, then moan through gritted teeth. Every nerve ending sings, sounds tearing out of me without permission. None of which are Rhys’ name.
