Page 57 of Broken Discipline
Finn
The door clicked open, and a fit of squeals erupted from the playroom. Larkin and Leon dashed to the front of the Compound, jumping up to me. There was chatter and laughter and Ramona’s addicting smile, but my mind was wired.
I had doubled Ramona’s and the twins’ security and had a guard surveying Upchurch twenty-four-seven, but Upchurchalwayshad an audience protecting him. Bloom. Saunders. Even regular Syndicate members. He knew I was watching, like he was using the Marked Blooms Syndicate as his shield.The bastard.Killing him was going to be complicated, but not impossible.
I settled the twins into bed, and Ramona gave them kisses on the forehead. She closed the door behind us. “You got any espresso?”
I waved her over to the kitchen, then I fixed her some from a new bag. The aromatic scent filled the air, and she sniffed deeply.
“That’s not your usual type,” she said. How did she know coffee beans so well?
“Got this for you,” I said, handing her the tiny cup. She took a deep sip, finishing half of it in one swallow, then set the cup on the counter.
“That’s good. But your stuff is good too. Better. It smells like you. I like it. The other day, I swear I was high just by—”
I jerked her body forward until she was standing against me. Sugar and sweat wafted from her skin, and my veins loosened, the blood pumping through me like a weapon. I hadn’t told her about the amateur assassins yet, but first, I needed to do something important. Those visions of her past were destroying my ability to concentrate. I had to fix this for her before I could move forward with Upchurch.
“Do you trust me, Ramona?” I asked.
She blinked, a shy smile on her face. Her fingers shuffled over her sweater.
“What’s this about?” she asked.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?” I asked, punctuating each word. She bit her bottom lip, then nodded. My body tingled like energy was being released into the atmosphere.
If she trusted me, then that meant I could take care of hermyway.
“Follow me,” I said.
I led her to the master bedroom. A piece of furniture covered in slick black rubber stretched across the floor. Shaped like a semi-circle bench, the user was supposed to sit on it, straddling it like a horse. A phallus in the shape of a cone stretched out at the perfect height, and a black textured ridge protruded next to it. The operator controlled the device from his phone.
She would have to sit on it, similar to a triangular bench or a pyramid from the Masquerades. But unlike those medieval torture devices, this was a highly sophisticated machine with vibration, penetration, and heat settings. To top it off, a set of metal restraints for her wrists and ankles dangled over the seat of the machine, chains that would lock her arms together, and keep her ankles bolted to the o-rings in the floor.
Ramona’s cheeks burned beet red. “What is this?”
“You didn’t see these at the Masquerades?”
She bit her lip, then shook her head.
“It’s sometimes called a Sybian,” I explained. “It’s a type of masturbation device.”
“I can see that,” she said, a hint of flirtation in her voice.
I whipped her around, putting my hand around her throat. She blinked up at me with her round eyes, and everything inside of me twisted with heat. There were endless things I wanted to do to Ramona, but right then, all I wanted was her trust.
“There’s a sadistic part of me thatlikesseeing you squirm, Ramona. I’m not going to deny that. I like knowing what I canmakeyou do. What youletme do, even if it scares you. Even if it turns you on.” I took a deep breath, readying myself for my next words. This was more than sex. This waseverything.“Those experiences don’t have to live in your memory as nightmares. We can change them. Together.” I searched her brown eyes, full of worry and hesitation, but she didn’t back away. She never lost eye contact, her gaze beaming into mine. “But only if you trust me.”
A swallow traveled down her throat. I was asking a lot of her. We were swimming in deep waters, wading through emotional landmines, potential trauma, and even flashbacks that might explode once I locked her in those chains. But there was a chance that this could be healing too, for both of us. I could rewrite the past in a way that I could control. And Ramona? She could let go of that heartache and realize that she could be with someone who cared. Someone who listened. Someone who pushed her boundaries, yes, but who also showed her that he knew how to control her every last wish.
A hint of trepidation buzzed through me. Her lips fluttered, finding her words.
“I trust you,” she said.
I exhaled deeply, satisfaction warming my chest. I pulled her sweater and shirt over her head, salivating when I saw her naked body. Her small breasts, her engorged nipples, even those faint silvery stretch marks called to me. I kneeled down before her, pulling down her leggings and thong. Her sweet fragrance filled the air, and I indulged, tasting her clit, letting my tongue slide over that sensitive bundle of nerves. A shiver started at her toes and worked its way through her body.
“Is that part of trusting you?” she teased, a subtle smirk on her lips. My jaw fell open slightly; she was joking with me. That meant she trusted me, and damn it all, I wanted to fuck her right then, but I held back. I pulled her down to her knees in front of me, then pressed my lips to her, her tongue surrendering to mine, letting go as I explored the heat of her mouth. I grabbed a container of lube, squeezing out the clear liquid into my palm, rubbing it over the furniture. I knew she was wet, but this tapered phallus was big, and I wanted her to enjoy every inch.
She swallowed hard, her breath hitching. I eased her up and over the phallus, then let her guide herself as it stretched her out. It started at the width of an average-sized cock, but grew to the width of a soda can. Big enough that she’d had to work herself down to that level, but small enough that it wouldn’t rip her apart. She stopped right at the middle, where the phallus stretched wider.
