20. WYNTER

20

WYNTER

W hat the fuck just happened?

Well, I think me squirting is what happened, but what was the rest of it?

In the space of one night, I’ve killed a man, been chased by a masked man pretending to be my abuser, and then chased by that man again as he claimed me as his by freaking lassoing me.

My life is insane.

I try to sit up, but Bones presses his foot to my chest, pinning me back down. “Did I say I was done with you?”

“How are you not done?” My body aches and it’s getting chilly out here which isn’t helping.

I lie here, spent and shaking as come drips out of me. Bones pulls his top off then steps out of his boots and pants. His cock is semi-hard and I’m not sure what way it’s going to go.

“I’m going to tie you up again.”

Immediately I shake my head. I knew he was planning on it, but that was before I exhausted myself running around the woods for an hour.

“It won’t be like the first time. I won’t leave you alone for a single second.”

We have our deal which makes it pointless to say no. And truthfully I don’t want to.

“Alright,” I say warily.

With a serious expression on his face, Bones pulls the rope over my head and starts undressing me. I let him lay my naked body back down and I stare up at the night sky as he starts binding me.

Out of everything I could have possibly dreamed of happening in my life, this was certainly not on the list.

It’s oddly peaceful out here. There’s just the two of us and the stars.

I only look down at what Bones is doing when I feel a rough tug on my pussy.

“What have you done?” I gasp as I see the intricate pattern circling my breasts and crisscrossing over my stomach all the way down to my pussy where it loops around up my ass and over my back.

“You got lost in it, didn’t you? It can be very relaxing once you know how to switch your mind off. This is called Sukaranbo, cherry rope bondage. It’s one of the prettiest ones to do.” He’s not wrong. The pattern displayed on my skin is beautiful. I hope the marks stay there for a while after like they did last time.

“You’re insane.” My voice comes out almost dreamily as I stare at him. “Are you going to fuck me like this?”

“Do you want me to?” he asks as he stands above me.

My eyes drag down his body, over every beautifully sculpted inch of him. All the way down to the silver piercings that have me licking my lips. “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“I still want your answer.”

I watch as his cock grows into a full erection before my very eyes. “Yes.”

Maybe I’m the one that’s insane?

Bones grabs another length of rope from next to us and starts tying it around my wrists. He really came prepared for this one. Which means he planned for me to run from the very start.

He kisses me before rolling me onto my front and securing my arms behind my back. I can’t help but fight against him and it turns us both on even more.

I’m not sure what he does with the rope next but I feel him weaving and tugging at all sorts of knots. I gasp as my feet are roughly pulled up to where my wrists are on my lower back, leaving me fully exposed.

I hear him stand up and I manage to stretch my neck enough to see him toss the end of the rope over the tree branch above us. He catches it as it falls back down the other side. I don’t have a clue what he’s doing until suddenly my heart’s left on the floor. I’m pulled up, my body weight being held by the rope as I lie horizontal in mid-air.

The rope tugs at my body, cutting into my stomach, making my breasts swell out, and creating an ache in my pussy as a knot rubs at my clit. I try to squeeze my legs together to ease some tension, but I can’t close them. I’ve become his helpless prey caught in his web.

“Bones?” I say his name hesitantly. Every time I move my body sways. I’m scared the branch is going to snap and I’ll land on my face. “This isn’t exactly what I signed up for.”

It’s a struggle to see his face from this angle, but I catch a silver flash of my dagger in his hand. The blade wiped clean.

“This is how I want to fuck you.”

Bones grabs me by the throat. I’m level with his cock like this. It’s just inches from my mouth. So hard and enticing. I part my lips for him and he squeezes my throat before spinning me away. I cry out as I quickly get disorientated.

His hands grab my hips steadying me then his mouth is on my clit, eagerly sucking it as he holds the rope out of the way.

Stars explode behind my eyes in time with his sucks and I can’t see anything other than them.

“You’re a gift from the gods, Wynter.”

I squirm in his grasp and moan as the pleasure of him licking me mixes with the pain of the rope.

“It hurts,” I whine and Bones chuckles against me.

My chin hits my chest as my orgasm rips through me and coats his face.

The next thing I know he’s kissing my mouth, making me taste myself. “Taste how fucking divine you are, my love.”

I whimper as I lick my lips clean. When he pulls away, he smiles sweetly at me. The blade is still in his hand and I ask, “Are you going to cut me?”

“Only if you want me to.”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Where?” He starts to circle me, dragging the tip along any exposed flesh he can access.

“My—my thigh. Right next to my pussy. I want to only think of you anytime I look down there.”

Bones doesn’t ask me if I’m sure or question me at all. He just gives me what I need.

I can’t see what he’s doing from this angle, but I feel as the blade pierces my skin and drags along my inner thigh.

Pain flares from the cut, making my toes curl, but I don’t let how much it hurts show. I don’t want him to stop.

Biting down on my cheek I start to taste blood. When he stops cutting I let out a ragged breath.

Just when I think it’s over, I feel the blunt handle being dragged along the cuts. What is he—oh my god!

“Bones!” I scream so hard it feels like my throat tears as he pushes the handle into my pussy. He’s angled the solid length so it hits my G-spot. Over and over. It slides in and out of me easily and I can’t tell if it’s from my own arousal or the blood he coated it with. I’m right on the edge of coming and Bones’ name is tearing from my throat like a demonic verse. Just before I come he abruptly pulls it out of me.

“No!” I cry. He chuckles then I feel his tongue on the cuts. He sucks my blood into his mouth then spits it inside my pussy. I can’t string together a single sentence as he slowly sinks his cock into me. A new wave of pleasure rolls through my body with each piercing that enters me.

“Look at that. It’s like you’re a virgin again with all this delicious blood coating my cock.”

My pussy clenches down on him and he groans. “You like the sound of being my sweet little virgin? No, that doesn't suit you. I think you prefer being my feisty little whore. Always so greedy and desperate for my cock. For my come.”

I writhe as he takes his time. I want him to be brutal, to make me lose my mind. But I also don’t want the pleasure of his deliciously long length filling me to ever end.

When he’s hitting my cervix, a wave of nausea hits me, but it's easily ignored as his voice fills my head. “Feel that? That’s me breaking into your womb. I’m going to fill you with so much of my seed that you’ll never be empty of me. You won’t have to carry my baby, but you will be carrying my come in this pussy for the rest of your life.”

My lucidity is slipping as pain and pleasure entwine like the ropes on my body.

There’s a new pressure back there. In my ass this time. Incoherent sounds tumble from my mouth as something hard and slick pushes into me. Bones’ cock is still in my pussy and it feels far more rigid than a finger. The dagger.

He pushes the handle into me as far as it’ll go, then he’s moving his hips delicately. Drawing patterns on my insides with his cock.

When the pressure disappears I feel like I can breathe again, but the air is quickly knocked out of me. The ropes are cut. My legs fall free, followed by my upper body. Bones catches me, bringing me back to his chest, his cock still inside me, bruising me deep.

I hook my feet around the back of his legs for support as he holds me to him. One hand clutching the cuts on my thigh and the other wrapped around my throat.

“Tell me you want my come,” he growls his demand in my ear.

It’s too much. So much pain. So much heat. So much pleasure. But I’ll never stop wanting this. I’ll never ask him to stop.

“I want it all,” I cry. His grip on my thigh tightens, the cuts burn and copper hits my nostrils.

“What did you cut?” I ask through the tears now falling down my cheeks. It felt like more than just senseless slicing.

“You’ll see.” He stands there bouncing me on his cock like I don’t weigh a thing.

There’s a feeling in my chest that won’t go away and it’s only getting stronger.

“I—” I don’t know what I’m trying to say.

“You hate me?” he purrs in my ear like he knows what I’m really thinking,

“I hate you so much,” I sigh.

He drops to his knees and falls back. My stomach flares with pain as my cervix is once again brutalized by his cock as gravity works against me.

“Ride me,” he commands and I obey him mindlessly. With his hands on my waist helping me to stay upright, I rock my hips back and forth. Feeling the long drag of his cock as he slides in and out of me.

“I’m close,” I whine and his grip tightens. “Harder. Please.”

His hips slam up so hard I feel like being split in two.

I come again, with the taste of come and blood still on my tongue and my man’s cock deep inside me.

“Mine,” I whimper as I ride out the last few waves.

“Say that again,” he growls, grabbing my hair and yanking me back.

With my back arched, I howl it to the fucking heavens. “You’re mine!”

His release fills me until I can feel him overflowing, leaking out of my swollen pussy.

I don’t want him to leave me. Not just his cock, but him. I want him to consume me and turn me into whatever it is he wants.

I want us to become the same being, so toxicly dependent on each other that we can’t breathe when we’re apart.

I don’t realize I’ve passed out until I wake up in the bathtub. More than a little startled by the change of scenery, I try to sit up, but someone’s arms wrap around my waist.

Bones .

“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.

“Why are we in the bath?” My voice is hoarse from screaming.

“We were both filthy and you were freezing. I wanted to clean you up before bed.”

“I didn’t know you could be that nice,” I tease him.

“Careful with that attitude, little viper, just because you’re exhausted doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you again.”

His threat turns me on in the most depraved way. I’m tempted to see how far I can push him, but I don’t think my body would let me.

Relaxing back into the water, I lie against Bones’ chest.

There’s a sting on my right leg and I look down to see fresh cuts.

Blood reddens the water, obscuring it from view and I lift my hip so I can see properly. Tilting my head I try to read it. “ Noah . Who the fuck is Noah?”

Turning away from him, I move to sit at the other end of the tub. He has a sheepish grin on his face.

“You’ve been having me call you Bones this entire time when you’ve had a real name all along?”

“I've been living two lives for so long. The life associated with Noah, I try to avoid and Bones is what the majority of people know me as nowadays.” He reaches out to me, but the tub is big enough for me to keep away from him until I get my answers.

“And you’re telling me your real name this way because?”

“Because you’re not the majority. If I want anyone knowing or speaking my name I want it to be you.”

I’m not sure how I feel about suddenly calling him a new name. I’d gotten used to Bones. It’s who he is. Or is it?

Maybe Noah is that vulnerable part of himself that told me about his family and let me buy an ungodly amount of sushi.

I like the sweet side that is Noah, but I also love the twisted mind that is Bones.

Love.

Did I really just think that?

“It’s up to you what you call me,” Bones’ voice distracts me from my thoughts.

I try each name on my tongue, but can’t decide which one sounds right.

Leaning back against him, I let myself rest. His hands wade through the water around us, constantly moving it and keeping me under its warmth. I take hold of them and place them on my stomach instead. “Stop fussing and relax.”

I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word. He’s always doing something or fiddling with the hair tie on his wrist. I run a finger along it and ask, “Why do you wear this?”

He pulls it and lets it snap back against his skin. “You have my cock to soothe you, I have this. Whenever I’m agitated or need to calm down I snap it.” He demonstrates again and this time I notice the raised white line underneath. Sitting up, I take hold of his hand and roll the tie lower.

“You…”

“Yeah, a long time ago now. My father had not long moved out and I made the dumb decision to go into my sister's room by myself. It was the first time I’d been in there since before she died. Everything was the same, except it wasn’t. I sat on her bed for hours, waiting for her to walk through the door. I was already taking a lot of random pills back then. That night I took a handful and ended up trying to kill myself. The housekeeper found me. After that, I fired all the staff.”

“But you stayed.” He knows I don’t just mean in the house.

Shifting my position to face him, I catch him swallowing, regaining his composure. “I went to Japan. My father said it might help me move on. In a way it did. I found some peace there, but I was still basically a kid.”

“I’m glad it helped.”

That little crease forms between his eyes like he’s questioning how I can possibly care about him so much. Weaving my fingers through his gives him the answer.

“Do you wear the tie to hide the scar?” I ask.

“No. The pain of its snap is a reminder of what I did. It helps me to stay here, to try and keep feeling.”

I had no idea he struggled like that.

We lie in comfortable silence in the warm water until Bones says, “I know about your parents.”

I sigh and dip my head. Focusing my gaze on the cuts, on the here and now. “My dad’s death felt inevitable. He struggled his entire life with drugs and alcohol. I’d lost count of how many times he promised us he would change. No matter what Mom did or said he never accepted her help. After she died I kept telling myself that if I had done things differently I could have gotten her to stay.”

Bones lightly pinches my chin and makes me look at him. “It was nothing to do with you. When a person gets to that point there’s very little you can do. When I cut myself I wasn’t thinking about how upset my father would be. I believed he’d be happy that the lasting reminder of everything he’d lost would be gone.”

Sliding my arms around him, I press my cheek to his chest. “I’m glad you stayed.”

There's a slight tremble to his body and without looking I reach up to touch his face. Giving him the comfort and privacy he needs after opening up to me.

“The water’s getting cold. Let's get you out,” he says roughly.

I try to stand up, but my legs immediately buckle. “Shit.” I wince through the pain that’s in my entire body.

Bones steadies me and helps me out of the tub, wrapping me in a huge fluffy towel.

“That feels so good.”

“Are you hungry or do you just want to sleep?”

“Sleep,” I mumble against the side of his neck as I lean against him. It’s mostly because I can’t hold my own body up, but I do enjoy the feeling of him against me.

My brain’s too fuzzy to unpack everything that happened tonight. All I want to do is sleep for a week.

Bones scoops me up and carries me out of the bathroom. He perches me on the edge of the bed to dry me off and I sway uneasily when he leaves for the bathroom again.

When he comes back I notice the cuts in the middle of his pelvis. “What happened?” He wipes the blood away and I see it’s not just a cut. He’s sliced a W into his skin. “When did you do that?”

He gives me a dark smile and my stomach swoops. “That’s why you put the dagger in my…”

“In your tight ass? I could hardly brand you with my name and not do the same for myself.”

Laughing, I shake my head at his crazy behavior. The room spins and I have to lie down.

Bones wraps a bandage around my thigh before covering his own cut. “This’ll do for tonight. I’ll sort you out a better one tomorrow.”

I nod along not really understanding what he’s saying.

“Take these.” He opens my jaw and places two pills on my tongue then presses a glass to my lips. I gulp it all down.

“More please,” I gasp out suddenly feeling how thirsty I am. He fetches me another glass along with more pills.

I recognize the bitter taste of these ones. My supplements.

Once Bones has finished fussing over me, I turn my face into the pillows.

“So soft,” I mumble through a yawn as I stroke the sheets.

The lights dim and he gets in behind me. His cock is hard and I tense up when I hear him applying lube to himself.

I don’t know why I’m surprised he’s choosing now to fuck me. He basically told me in the bathroom he would if he wanted to. I’m just exhausted and thought he might have taken that into account.

It was stupid of me to think we could just cuddle and fall asleep together. Maybe I’ve grown too naive around him?

I’m tense as he pushes a lube-covered finger inside my pussy.

“Relax for me, my love. I’m not going to fuck you.”

Forcing my leg forward, he lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Could have fooled me,” I say weakly. Just the feel of the head of his cock is stimulating my body, but I still don’t want this.

“Bones, please.” I gasp as he slowly pushes inside. My body protests, my pussy feels like it’s on fire.

He lets out a long sigh once he’s fully in and presses his forehead to my shoulder. “I’ll never get over how good you feel.”

“Bones,” I say again.

“I just want to feel you. Relax and get some rest.” I don’t understand what he means until he wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me tighter to him. His cock hits deep against my already bruised insides and I tense. But he doesn’t move after that.

After a few minutes, I get used to the feeling of him and the pain disappears. As he peppers my shoulder and neck with light kisses I feel myself getting sleepy. My heavy limbs sink into the soft bed. The weight of his arm over me, a comforting security blanket. And his cock. Oh god, his cock is what grounds me. Binding me to him.

“This feels nice. I don’t know why, but when you're inside me everything else disappears. There are no bad memories, no worries. It’s just me and you. I like it like this.”

Bones kisses my shoulder again. “I love you, Wynter. With every inch of my body and soul. Never forget that.” I can’t say those words back yet and I can only hope he understands why.

We lie contentedly together. Usually, when I try to fall asleep my mind wanders to dark places, but like this all I can think of is him and I succumb easily.