14. BONES

14

BONES

I ’ve not felt fear in a long time. Its icy grip is as strong as I remember.

Perhaps I should have calmed down before acting out, but it’s been a tiresome week. Having to deal with Jax and then Wynter running was all I could take.

I’d planned on leaving her locked in the car while I planted the device for Kai on Jax’s computer. Her escape attempt was inevitable. I just didn’t expect it to affect me quite so much.

I’m sipping scotch in my office when there’s a knock on the door. Crap, I forgot to change the gate code again. I go to let Luka in for yet another house call.

Wynter will hate me for what’s about to happen, but it doesn’t make me the same as Tommaso. She’ll have some freedom after this. It’s just an extra precaution to keep her safe.

“I hope you know I’m charging you triple rate for this,” Luka quips haughtily as I open the front door. He looks just as exhausted as I feel.

“Late night at the hospital?”

“Something like that,” he mutters. “Anyway, what do you need this time? Have you broken your toy already? Honestly, I thought Dean would be the first.”

“Not exactly,” I say, running my hands through my hair. “I need you to put a tracker in her.”

He looks at me like I’ve lost it. “You expect me to just have a tracker lying around in my satchel?”

“Well, do you?”

He’s quiet for a long moment before saying, “Yes.”

“Such a boy scout,” I joke as I pat him on the shoulder. “What else do you have in there?” I’m even more curious what other secrets he might be hiding now.

He glares that icy stare at me and I shut my mouth.

I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be on the wrong side of him.

After I lead him upstairs, I instruct him to wait outside the bedroom.

“Bones?” Wynter croaks out, her head turning to find me from where she’s still tied up on the bed. Her pussy and thighs covered in dry come.

“I’m here, my love. How are you feeling?” I ask as I come to her side and stroke her head. It’s been hours. She must be so sore.

“Not good. I—I really need you to untie me. Please, I’m sorry. Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ve had so much time to think and I really want to make it up to you. I’ve even been thinking of all the different ways I could.” Her voice is babyish and sweet. I bite down on my lower lip so I don’t laugh. She’s way too cute thinking she can play me like this.

“Is that right? You want to show me how sorry you are with your mouth? The doctor’s just outside, maybe he should watch. Maybe I’ll even let him have a go. I’ll take you from the front while he takes your—”

“No!” she quickly snaps. “W-why is he here?”

Her eyes are big and panicked.

Ignoring her question I tease her some more. “I’ve actually been thinking about your ass a lot since I stuck my thumb in there. I could easily fuck you like this. God, bet it’d be even tighter than your pussy with your legs all squeezed together.” I’m taunting myself as well as her. My cock’s aching again, desperate to be inside her. I’m tempted to give her a quick fuck. I could get her off first, break her mind enough for her to not resist me sinking into her.

“I can hear everything out here,” Luka calls impatiently from the other side of the door.

Wynter gasps, “Bones. Please, don’t do this! I really am sorry! I swear. I’ll never run again, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Calm down.” Why is she suddenly so worked up? It’s just the doc.

I pull the covers over her so only her back is exposed and call out, “You can come in now.”

“No, no! Please don’t! Please don’t let him fuck me. Please don’t share me!” she cries out as she struggles against her ties.

I bring my face next to hers. “Shh shh, that’s not what this is. You’re safe with me I swear. I wouldn’t actually do that to you. Remember your lesson. I’m the only one that will ever enter you. Mind, body, and soul you’re mine and mine alone.”

Her eyes are brimmed with tears and a few have slipped free. It breaks my heart to see. She never cries unless she’s past breaking point.

Those big eyes stare up at me, begging for comfort and I stroke her hair some more. Her rigid body softens a little. Seems my lesson was effective after all.

“Back I presume?” Luka asks and I realize he’s asking where I want the tracker inserted.

“Yeah, middle where she can’t reach it.”

“Reach what?” she squeaks out and starts trying to move away, but I hold her still.

The bed dips as Luka sits next to her and opens his satchel.

“Keep her still for this,” he says and I have to press all my weight down onto her as she fights against me.

“Get your hands off me! You’re not coming anywhere near me!”

Luka pinches the skin on her back, just above where the rope connecting her arms together ends, and inserts a large needle with the tracking chip in.

She yelps out as it goes in. “What the fuck was that? I am going to kill the pair of you!”

I’d feel guilty if this wasn’t turning me on so much. I have to admit I was worried this might break her, that she’d become a quiet little thing and lose her fire, but it seems to have only added fuel to it.

“It’s just a tracker.”

“Just a—” she screeches. “You put a chip in me like I’m some sort of dog?”

“You certainly chose a dramatic one,” Luka says.

I snort out a laugh. “You don’t even know.”

“I expect the money—”

“Already on it,” I say, unlocking my phone and transferring it over.

Luka grunts out an acknowledgment as he heads for the door. “Next time, remember I do have a life outside the hospital and I’d rather not spend it here.”

“If I see you again I’ll be sure to rip your balls off so I wouldn’t come back if I were you,” Wynter shouts and Luka ignores her, shaking his head as he leaves.

“Get off me already!” She tries to wrangle herself out from underneath me.

“Promise to behave?”

“Behave?! You have me tied up in your bed and you just put a fucking tracker inside me! It’s not like I can go anywhere so get the hell off me.”

I release her and as she tries to roll over she lets out a pained moan. “I need to pee. So if you don’t untie me I’ll do it in your bed.”

“And you’ll be the one lying in it until I decide to clean you up.”

“Fine,” she huffs. Then after a few seconds sighs, she asks, “What do I need to do to earn bathroom privileges?” She sounds resigned and I believe that she really does need to pee.

“Take some deep breaths as I untie you. This is a part of the experience you’ll want to be relaxed for.”

Pulling the first knot undone on her arms loosens the entire length and it only takes a few more seconds for me to work the rest free. She moans loudly as her arms collapse either side of her. “Fuck, that hurts more than when you started.”

“It’s your muscles trying to relax after being coiled tight for so long. The next time we do this you’ll know not to tense so much. Let the rope carry your weight for you.”

After I untie her legs she rolls onto her side and delicately stretches herself out. Her limbs are covered in vibrant red rope lines and I know this image of her will stay in my mind forever. It’s a fucking masterpiece.

Wynter looks up at me like I’m about to hurt her if she does something wrong. “What do you want me to do?” Her eyes track to the obvious bulge in my pants.

“Nothing.” She’s done more than enough. “I’ll help you into the bathroom then we can put some clothes on you and relax for the rest of the night.”

Wynter’s staring at me like I’m insane as we sit in front of the television. A movie plays, but neither of us watches it.

“You’re not doing anything.” Wynter wriggles on the couch as she tries to get comfortable. The leather creaking every time she moves.

Those red lines are still visible across her bare legs and arms. Her little pajama top and shorts allow me to admire the art I’ve left on her skin.

“I think we’re both pretty tired after today," I say as I fish my phone out of my jeans pocket. "What do you want to eat? We can order something in.”

Again she squints her eyes at me like I’ve grown an extra head.

“Here.” I hand her my phone with the app open for her to pick what to order. It drops into her lap and she shrinks back like it’s a bomb about to explode on her.

“You’re giving me your phone? I could call the cops. Send out a secret message to a friend.”

“Go on then.”

We both know she’s not going to. The pain in her back is a strong reminder of why she shouldn’t.

She rolls her shoulders as if it’s hurting her now.

After a few minutes of scrolling and tapping she hands the phone back to me with a smug smile on her face.

I swipe my tongue over my top teeth as I grin. Of course, she picks the most expensive place on here. “Do you even like sushi?” I hold the phone up so she has to watch me tap the order button and she swallows like she didn’t actually expect me to pay almost a grand for food.

“Only one way to find out I suppose,” she bristles and turns away from me, leaning awkwardly on the armrest so her back’s not on the couch.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, stroking her spine and feeling the tiny bump just off center of it. She tenses giving me her answer. “I can get you some painkillers.”

“No. I’m not taking anything you give me.”

I’m not about to force pills down her throat so I drop it.

“I heard what you said before, about being bored. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. I don’t expect you to just be waiting around for me all day. If there’s anything you want I’ll get it for you, books, video games, paints. Whatever you want you can have.”

“I’ll think about it,” she mumbles as she pretends to watch the movie.

When the notification comes through that the food courier’s at the front gate I take the opportunity to try out the new app on my phone as I go to collect our food.

The small red dot is there right over my house on the map. It doesn’t tell me where exactly Wynter is inside, but knowing she’s safely behind those walls while I’m out here is all I need.

Collecting the food, I take it inside. I knew she ordered too much, but I don’t think she realized quite how much she bought.

“This is…” she trails off, eyeing the numerous platters as I set them on the coffee table.

“Dig in then!” I chuckle as I pop a tuna roll into my mouth and relax back onto the couch.

She attempts to use the chopsticks and promptly gives up, using her fingers instead. My balls pulse as I watch her place a piece of nigiri onto her tongue.

Her cheeks flush as she enjoys it and other than when she was coming for me that’s the brightest I’ve ever seen her face.

“Good?” I ask and she nods, all pretenses left behind as she savors the food.

“I’ve never had it before. Summer never wanted to try it and I never bought it for myself.” She goes rigid as she realizes what she’s just told me.

“Why did you do it all by yourself?”

I know that she doesn’t have any other family that could have helped after both her parents died, but still to give up your education to take care of a kid is a lot.

She frowns at me like she’s ready to argue, but her shoulders drop and she lets it go, choosing to eat another piece of sushi instead. I watch her face as she mulls over what to say. She piles a plate up and gets as comfortable as she can on the couch with me.

“It was that or lose her. She would have gone into the system and there was no guarantee she’d end up anywhere good or if I’d even be able to see her again. When Mom left us, she was only just learning how to talk. She doesn’t remember anyone but me. I couldn’t have her forget me as well. Have her family replaced with complete strangers.”

I rub my wrist as I think of my own sister. Wynter catches me doing it, but doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, she asks, “Do you have family other than your father?”

I'm surprised by her question since anytime I make small talk with her she makes an effort not to listen. Seems she does care after all.

“Some distant relatives in Sendai.”

“That’s in Japan, right?” She looks at me, surprised, then starts to laugh.

“What’s so funny about that?” I can feel a smile appearing on my face as I watch her relax a little bit in front of me. It’s nice to know that I’ve got her to this point so quickly. It may have been a harsh way to get her here, but I don't regret it. Not when I get to see her smile.

“No, nothing. Just…what are the chances that out of all the food I could have picked, I chose sushi?”

“Maybe we’re meant to be,” I tease her.

“Don’t start with that crap. Just because you bought me the best meal of my life doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for anything.”

She goes back to ignoring me and eating her food. When she sets the plate down there’s so much left on it. She’s still not got her appetite back after being starved. I don’t like the way that makes me feel.

“Do you visit them at all?” she asks, her voice sleepier than it was before.

“Not really. I spent a year there when I turned eighteen. Thought it would make me feel closer to my mom. My dad met her at a business seminar in Tokyo and she moved here with him when they married. They were always working so I never got to meet my mom's side of the family while she was still alive. We barely even saw any of my American relatives and they all passed by the time I was a teenager.”

Wynter keeps her expression blank as she watches the movie, but I see the little crease in the corner of her eye where she’s taking it all in and planning out what to say next.

The fact that she even has to do that makes me angry. I want her to be able to say whatever she wants to me.

Of course, I don’t tell her that like any reasonable man would. Instead, I watch her as she watches the movie. I don’t have a clue what’s happening on the screen, but I love the way her face reacts to it all.

“It would be nice to visit there one day,” Wynter says, her eyes still trained on the screen. “I always dreamed of seeing the world. It’s why I chose languages at college. I was over-eager, stretched myself thin picking too many to study, and ended up barely knowing any by the time I left to take care of—” she cuts herself off abruptly and scowls at the television.

“I’ll take you someday.”

Her shoulders bunch up and she winces again, but she ignores my statement. I could keep pushing her until she knows it’s true, that I’d take her to the ends of the Earth if that’s what she wanted, but I can tell she’s exhausted.

As fun as another fight with her would be, I’m not sure if her body or mind could take it.

I catch her idly tracing the lines on her skin that are starting to fade to pink and she asks, “Did you learn the rope stuff in Japan?”

“Yeah. I wasted a lot of the year being drunk on saké, but I stumbled into a club one day and met someone that taught me all about it.”

“Oh,” is all she says. Is she actually jealous that I said I met someone?

“It wasn’t serious. We didn’t even fuck during our sessions. They actually showed me how to find some inner peace.”

Wynter studies me like I'm some puzzle that needs figuring out. I suppose as long as we keep our secrets guarded that's what we'll be to each other.

After a while of watching the movie, her head starts to drop and she keeps fidgeting trying to get comfortable without putting pressure on her back.

Eventually, I can’t take anymore and grab her by the shoulders pulling her down so her head rests on my lap.

“Bones, please not again.” She pushes on my thighs, but it's easy enough to keep her held firmly in place.

“It’s nothing like that, just relax.” She’s stiff under my touch and I see the way she shrinks away from the bulge in my pants. “I can’t help it, okay? I’m not going to make you do anything, it's just always there when I’m near you. I know you’re exhausted so get some sleep.”

I stroke soothing circles around the sore patch on her back and she really is too tired to fight me any further. The more I touch her the quicker she starts to soften in my lap.

“Do you think she’s okay? Summer, I mean.”

I really don’t know what to tell her at this point. She’s too spent to handle reality right now, but I don’t want to lie to her either.

After a while, I settle on saying, “You’ll see her again, I promise.”

She’s quiet again after that. Her tired muscles finally relax and not before long she’s asleep.

I let my own body sink back into the couch as I enjoy the weight of her head on my lap. The feel of her brushed up against me with her hand on my knee.

Being careful not to wake her, I lift her top up and see the small red lump on her back. There’s a bit of dried blood on it, but I don’t think there’s anything amiss. It’ll heal quickly and that little thing that ties her to me will be permanently sealed inside her. Forever.