15. WYNTER

15

WYNTER

M y days are getting increasingly smaller and I find myself looking forward to seeing Bones. He's not let me out since I ran from him. I don’t see why he can’t. It’s not like he can lose track of me anymore.

As hard as I try to fight him, he’s breaking me down with each twist of his rope, each rough thrust of his cock and each soft touch of his fingers as he puts me back together after.

I never know when the moment’s coming until it’s too late. Sometimes it’s after I’ve woken up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat and screaming at the men to get away from me. Other times it’s when he comes home from work full of frustration. No matter when it is or how I’m feeling it always ends with me curled in on myself, his rope binding me tight, making me immobile and reliant on him. Each time my body buzzes with need for him as my mind empties.

In a depraved way, it’s pure bliss. But then I come down from that debauched high and remember my circumstances.

Usually, at this time of day he comes to get me for dinner, but he’s nowhere. I’m not even sure if he’s home. He’s been holed up in his office a lot recently while I’m left to aimlessly wander the halls like some sort of cat. Most days I feel like I really am just a pet for him. Something to play with and pamper when he wants, then forget about when he’s busy.

He was true to his word when he said he'd buy me anything I wanted. I started out small at first, just asking for some books. Then I turned it into a little game for myself and asked him for more obscure things. He’s not turned down a single one of my requests. Not even the grand piano that I’m never going to play.

I’ve been eyeing up the home gym and now seems like as good a time as any to use it.

One wall is covered entirely in mirrors and I avoid looking at it as I walk up to the treadmill.

Bones has got everything here. I’m surprised he bothers leaving the house when there’s everything a person could possibly need within these walls. I’ve even spotted a pool outside.

After a few minutes of stretching, my muscles are already protesting. My appetite’s getting better and I think I’m starting to gain some of the weight I lost, but my muscles are barely there. I’m going to have to push myself if I want a chance of winning against him. Or anyone for that matter.

It takes me a minute to figure out how to use the treadmill. Eventually, I get it to start off at a slow walking pace.

Large windows make up most of the wall in front of me. There’s not much of a view other than the lawn and trees beyond that. The sun’s starting to dip below them and it filters through, making more shadows appear out there.

It gives me an uneasy feeling like something’s watching me back. I cast my eyes downwards and increase my running speed until my body really has to work to keep up with the machine.

My heart rate quickly picks up and my head gets light. It’s not from the exercise though. Panic starts to work its way up my spine, gripping every part of me it touches so tightly I don’t think it will ever fade. That feeling of being watched gets worse.

It’s all in my head. I know it is, but it doesn’t make it stop.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the men that have already invaded my dreams to not come creeping into the daylight.

They’re not here. I’m safe. Bones told me that himself.

I look over my shoulder, expecting to see them right behind me, chasing me down. All I see is her. My reflection.

My breathing gets choppy and I know I need to stop the machine, but I can’t take my hands off the rails.

The memory of my abduction plays out vividly in my head.

I remember the way my ankles wobbled as I ran in my heels. The pain of my chin hitting the ground. The taste of blood. Their voices.

My feet get caught up on themselves and I lose my footing on the tread. I scream as I brace myself for the impact, but I’m lifted into the air.

This time I fight with everything I have. My arms flail wildly and I scratch my nails against whatever part of my attacker I can reach.

“Stop, Wynter. It's me.”

My eyes snap open and I grab a fistful of Bones shirt.

“You’re real?” I still feel like I’m on that street not here in his arms.

“Yes, my love. I’m here and so are you.” He cups the back of my head and presses my head into his chest. I don’t fight back. I gift myself a breath of him, letting his spicy scent fill and calm me.

He sits us down and holds me in his lap. I don’t want to have to rely on him for anything, but he’s become all I have. If the devil himself is what will keep the demons at bay then I’ll have to put myself at his mercy.

“I thought they were—thought I was—”

“Breathe.”

It takes everything in me not to cry. I breathe him in a few more times before pulling away and sliding off his lap. To my surprise he lets me go.

His eyes don’t stray from me as I try to piece myself back together. I hate feeling this vulnerable in front of him, but in a way I also don’t mind it. He doesn’t judge me. Doesn’t taunt me when I’m feeling like this.

I see genuine concern on his face and my heart pounds. Why does he care about me?

The tracker in my back throbs, reminding me of what he put me through to get it there. But I also remember the way he was so gentle after, how he took care of me.

I don’t know if this is the right decision to make, but I open up another piece of myself to him.

“The night I was taken I ran as fast as I could, but it wasn’t enough. I need to be strong so I know that will never happen again.”

“You don’t need muscle for that,” he says gently.

“That’s easy for you to say because you’re a man. You don’t have to worry about what will happen anytime you walk down a street alone.” I push up off the floor and he gets up with me.

“Neither do you.”

“Of course not because I’m stuck here aren’t I?”

“Because you have me. Wynter, you’re stronger than you realize. You don’t need to work out to prove that to yourself, but if you need to feel physically stronger then I’ll help make that happen. You don’t want to push yourself. Strength takes time. It doesn’t magically come overnight. It’s all about building it up bit by bit until the darkness is a little bit easier to tame. It will never go away completely.” His eyes glaze over as he talks like he’s reliving his own nightmares.

“How can you possibly know that?” I ask quietly.

“I know what it feels like to lose a part of yourself. My pain may differ to yours, but it’s grief all the same. You feel like they’ve stolen a piece of yourself that you’ll never get back, but it’s still there deep inside.” He presses his palm to the center of my chest and I will my erratic heart to slow down. “I can help find it for you and bring it back to the surface, you just have to let me in.”

Now that the door to my heart has opened it feels like there’s no closing it. I may not trust him, but I need to let this out.

Keeping my eyes focused on his hand on my chest I tell him everything. His touch grounds me, stopping the memories from consuming me. He stays silent until I’m finished.

When I finally look up at him, his face is unreadable. I can’t tell if he’s disgusted or not. I’d understand if he was.

“You say I’ll never think of another man again, but they’ve carved themselves deep into my skin and left their hooks behind. No matter how hard I pull at them all I do is push them in deeper.”

I wait for him to tell me I’m wrong. To magically make it all disappear with just one touch. Instead, he says, “Come with me. I’m going to show you how we’ll vanquish those demons for good.”

Bones offers me his hand and for once I take it.

I expect him to show me how to use the treadmill properly, but he leads me out of the gym and through the house.

We reach a set of double doors that are usually kept locked and he opens them, revealing his office. It's different to the rest of the place. there's an old feel to it what with the oak furniture and floral rug. It's not Bones at all.

Rather than cutting straight across the room, Bones walks around the edge to get to his desk and sits in the tall black leather chair. It's the only thing in here that suits him.

He looks stunning as he sits there like it was made for him. It probably was. I stand in the doorway, dumbly staring at him and his lips twitch as he catches me. My cheeks heat at the same time my clit throbs. The little traitor.

Bones rolls his chair back enough to show me his lap and he pats his leg. “Come sit.” He’s deluded if he thinks I’m sitting there while he clearly has an erection.

As if he can read my mind he says, “It’s my lap or the floor.”

“And if I choose neither?” I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe.

“Then I’ll bend you over my desk, spank your ass and make you sit on my lap anyway.”

My pussy clenches at the thought and I swear he knows.

Reluctantly I go and sit on his lap. I refuse to kneel for him.

“Is this what you do all day?” I grit out as I try to keep my ass as far away from his cock as possible. “Lounge around on your throne like some sort of king?”

“First you call me a prince and now a king. Nice to know I’m going up in your eyes.” He starts stroking my hair and a pleasant tingle runs over my skin.

“King of the pretentious pricks maybe,” I scoff, moving my head away from his touch.

Looping an arm around my waist he brings his lips close to my ear. “I’m sorry to do this, but it’s the only way you’re going to move forward.”

I’m not sure what he means until he opens a tab on his computer and a folder filled with images of different men’s faces appears. I don’t recognize them, but something in me tells me that these are the men that hurt me. I try to get to my feet, but Bones tightens his grip around my waist.

“What the fuck is this? Let me go! You’re fucking sick.”

Is this his idea of fun? Teasing me then fucking me while I have to stare at my abuser’s faces?

I didn’t think I could hate him any more than I already do.

“These are the men that worked for Tommaso. They were his security detail. An ordinary man like him would have a quarter of these on his payroll and I’m guessing the extra was because of you.”

“How do you even know all of this?” I squirm in his lap. My anger stopping me from being able to stay still. Each time I move all I feel is him. His cock against my body while the men infiltrate my mind.

“It’s how I work.”

Of course. How could I forget he kills for money?

“Did you have any enemies? Anyone that he would have been scared of?”

“Enemies? I worked at a bar and looked after my sister. That was all I did. I’m not part of your world.” It’s getting harder to speak and my breaths come out choppy.

“You are now. Tell me what these men deserve. To carry on with their lives or to be behind bars?”

“They all deserve to fucking die!” I shout out, surprising myself.

“That’s right,” Bones’ voice is soft in my ear as he drags his hand up to my neck. His palm settles on my throat while his fingers hold my chin in place, forcing me to look at the screen.

“At some point or other these men were all in that house. All while you were being held there. These three,” he points to the screen, “they’re already dead. This one had his throat slit by my friend, this one I snapped his neck with my bare hands, and the third one I shot in the head.”

I should be disgusted, but I’m not. The thought of them dying in those gruesome ways fills me with a sick satisfaction.

“Good,” I rasp out.

He groans in pleasure as he presses his lips to the scars on my neck and I try not to react, but god is it difficult. As twisted as it is, I want him. For some reason, my body aches for him.

Sex with Bones is an experience I’ve never had before. It’s rough and carnal, full of both pleasure and pain. Maybe it’s just because my world has become so small, but it’s hard to imagine not having him in my life.

“Bones, I—I—” What am I even trying to ask him?

“It’s okay. Remember they won’t ever hurt you again.”

None of this is okay, but when he tilts my head to the side and softly kisses my lips, I feel like I could at least pretend it is. A tiny sigh escapes me and I lean back so he can kiss me more.

His hands roam my body, teasing me, making me hotter and wetter. My eyes close and I let myself enjoy his touches.

Again I see the faceless men in my mind. But this time they’re not hurting me. They’re watching as Bones makes me his.

“Every man that hurt you is going to die and you’re going to help me kill them.” His words wash over me, cooling my heated skin while also burning me up from the inside.

“Yes,” I say, not really understanding what I’ve just agreed to. All I want is him.

“I’m going to claim every part of you. This pussy is already mine, these beautiful lips, your vicious tongue. All mine. Soon your tight little ass will be as well.”

I’m shocked back to reality as a locked-away memory of one of the men staking his claim to that part of me comes back. I thought that was my vivid imagination all this time, but it was real. What else that I played off as just a nightmare actually happened to me?

I wish Bones kept his mouth shut. Each way he tells me he wants me is a reminder of how I’ve already been ruined.

My blood goes cold and I spring up off his lap. “I can’t do this.”

Without looking back at him, I run from the room and upstairs to the bathroom.

I need to get these clothes off me and rub the feeling of those men off my skin.

Bones is wrong. They’ll always be there in the back of my mind, on my flesh, in my body.

I tear my clothes off and turn the shower on, cranking the temperature up as I step under it. Grabbing the loofah I start rubbing it over me until my skin turns red.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Bones steps in behind me. His clothes immediately getting soaked under the spray.

“Do you think I’m so easy that I’ll give it up right now? Fine. Go ahead and take it. Why not knock me out while you’re at it? Use me like they did,” I scream at him and he grabs my wrists, pinning me back against the tiles.

“I'd never do that.”

"You're such a hypocrite! Do you actually hear yourself?"

He gathers my wrists in one hand and I recoil as he reaches across me, but it’s only to turn the water temperature down.

He looks deep into my eyes and it’s like he can see every one of my demons.

“Get on your knees.”

My chest heaves as he speaks. I’m so aware of how exposed I am to him, but his eyes don’t stray from mine.

“You just said you wouldn’t take from me.” I try to keep my voice steady as he takes his ruined clothes off.

“I’m not. You’re going to take from me. Did our lessons with the rope teach you nothing? Whenever you feel like this I want you to use me until I’m the only man you feel.”

My breath hitches and the world falls away from me.

Slowly, I lower myself in front of him. Taking his cock in one hand, he grabs the back of my head with the other.

“I’m going to make sure that the only man you ever remember on your skin is me. Now open,” he orders and I press my lips tighter together. Not out of fear. No, it’s like I want to fight him at every turn. Ultimately I don’t want to win against him, I just want to know I tried. If it has to be him that’s the victor then I don’t mind being the spoils.

“Who killed for you? Who took you in to protect you? Who made it so you can never be lost again?”

My back throbs at that last part and I realize he’s right. As much as I don’t want this thing under my skin, it means I’ll never be taken away again. I’ll only ever be where he wants me.

“Use your words.”

“You,” I say shakily as I stare at the terrifyingly long cock right in front of my face, the piercings glistening with precum and water.

“And what does that make you?”

My eyes snap up to his.

Bones looks down at me like he owns me, but it’s a different feeling from how I was owned before.

“Yours,” I say truthfully.

Knowing what comes next, I willingly open my mouth. He slides his cock over my tongue, making sure I taste every inch of him until he’s hitting the back of my throat. He was right. All I can sense is him . He’s taken over every aspect of my body and mind leaving no room for anyone else.

It’s ruthless, and brutal and I like it. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to remember. In this moment all I want is him.

He pulls out and smiles darkly down at me. “You take me so well.”

I let my tongue hang out as I wait for him to thrust in again. He toys with me, rubbing the tip over my tongue, my lips, my cheeks. Smearing precum and saliva everywhere.

When he pushes in deep, my lips close around him, sucking him in further, refusing to let go. My eyelashes flutter as I indulge myself in the taste of him. Spicy, musky and all mine.

My nails claw into his thighs, dragging down as my fingers curl and leaving vibrant red lines behind on his skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, making me look up. His shirt is soaked, plastered to his body. All of his dark tattoos are visible through the transparent fabric and every one of his muscles stands out in divine perfection.

He’s disgustingly beautiful and it pisses me off. So much so that my blood heats and my pussy throbs.

Sensing my change in energy, he moves us so the water hits the top of my head and floods my mouth along with his cock. I catch his devious smile before the water blinds me. I try to pull back, but he holds me in place, keeping me at his mercy.

When he finally pulls out he leans over me, blocking the water with his body. I struggle to breathe and he laughs. He fucking laughs. “Bastard,” I growl, glaring up at him, water still stinging my eyes.

“Who’s in your head?”

“Not you.”

Bones cocks his brow, knowing full well that’s a lie.

When he brings me towards his cock again I’m prepared for him. Grabbing his hand, I pull myself to my feet and shove him into the tiles. My nails claw deep into his chest, leaving more scratches behind and I catch him smiling before my lips crush his.

“Fuck you,” I hiss, biting his bottom lip.

He lets out a long low groan as he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me up, spinning us so we swap positions and he thrusts into me. I scream out as he hits that perfect spot with his piercing. “Fuck you!” I scream again. “I hate you and your freakish dick.”

He laughs and fucks me harder. Slamming me back against the tiles each time. I lose my voice as he hits me deep, his length making my stomach cramp from the sharp jab of pain against my cervix.

“I love you and your perfect pussy,” he sighs, drawing back to look down at where he’s pounding into me.

Love. He can’t possibly believe that. I’ve been used up and spat out. I’m a broken mess of a person. Not even I love me.

Rather than tell him how wrong he is, I slap him.

His head swings to the side, his wet hair sticking to his face, hiding his expression from me.

My breathing slows down as I wait for his reaction. I’m still not sure what way he’ll take anything I do.

His body is completely still as he slowly turns his head to me. He’s smiling as he says, “Fuck, I love you so much.” My pussy clamps down on him. Locking him in.

“Touch yourself. Come for me,” he commands. I want to defy him, but an orgasm calls for me harder than the need to fight.

I slide my hand between us, I’m so slick from the soap and water that the feel of my fingers on my clit has me tipping my head back in bliss.

He takes the opportunity to drag his tongue up my neck. When he touches my scars I grab his throat, pushing him back.

There’s a flash of darkness in his eyes and I’m about to remove my hand, but he tilts his chin up like he’s begging me to choke him.

So I do.

I squeeze his throat and his thrusts become unpredictable. Each time he enters me it’s at a new angle, a new depth. My fingers work harder on my clit, adding more pressure until it’s almost painful.

“Come.” His growl vibrates throughout my entire body. It’s like I have no control as my orgasm takes over. He holds himself inside me as my pussy clenches around him, using him until I’m sated.

I feel him getting harder as he’s about to come. Rather than give me what I want by filling me up, he pulls out of me, placing me back onto my unstable feet.

I’m about to complain when he pushes down on my shoulders and my legs are so weak they buckle instantly, my knees hitting the tiles with a loud slap. He turns the shower off as he pumps his cock in my face. Then he’s painting my body in his come. It hits my lips and I lick it up as the rest coats my throat and breasts.

When he’s done he drops to his knees and grabs my throat.

“You’re mine, Wynter. Anytime you think of another man I’m going to replace that thought with my come.” He palms my chest and smears his release into my skin, coating me with it further. “We’re going to get rid of your demons for good. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I say weakly, barely able to string a coherent thought together. Something scratches at the back of my brain, trying to warn me. But of what I’m not sure.

He stares at me for a second, his eyes alight with wonder as they search my face. Then he’s kissing me again, not seeming to care that he’s tasting himself on me. I’m drowning in him, being pulled deep into the dark waves that he crashes over me.

I hate him, but I’m also grateful for him. Bones brought me out of the darkness that held me only to envelop me in his own dark embrace. I know it’s too late for me. He’s a devil with an angel’s face and I’ve fallen for every trick he’s played on me.