Chapter 16

STEVIE

I'm groggy. My head hurts, a mild, lingering headache pulsing behind my eyes. Heat licks against my skin, the familiar sting forcing me to open my eyes. When I do, I find myself bound to a pole, my hands and ankles tied behind my back. Below me, a pit of glowing red and orange embers trickles with tiny flames. I'm completely naked, drenched in a sheen layer of sweat. The air around me is thick with smoke and motor oil.

I gasp. Panic setting in.

Sweet Dreams found me.

I replay dinner with my friends in my head, trying to figure out what happened. Where I slipped up and gave them the opportunity to get me, but it's all a blur. Nothing stands out or seems to make sense.

"It's about time you woke up. I was beginning to think we wouldn't get to do all the fun things I have planned," a familiar dark voice explains from behind me. Immediately, I sigh with relief at the realization that it's not them. They didn't find me. At least, not yet.

I can't see him, but I know who it is: Lennox.

"Get me off this fucking pole, Lennox!" I spit out, my voice raw with anger.

He laughs, a dark, sinister sound that chills me to the bone. I begin to squirm, trying to free myself, but it's pointless. The ropes are tied too tightly, and even if, by some goddamn miracle, I got them loose, I'd end up falling naked into the pit of burning embers beneath me.

I'm fucked.

"Relax," he says, his tone infuriatingly calm. "I'm not going to hurt you, but I mean, come on. What did you expect after the little stunt you pulled? You can't honestly tell me you thought there would be no repercussions; you, lil spark, need to be taught a lesson, a reminder of who's in charge."

As he explains this, I feel a cool liquid drizzle along my body, dripping down and sizzling on the hot embers below me. The sweet scent hits my nose.

Honey?

"What the hell are you doing?" I demand. For a minute, my thoughts darken. Tell me this fucker isn't going to eat me? But there's no way he would. Sure, he's a fucking creep, but a cannibal? Not a chance.

"Whatever I want," he replies. You're mine now, completely at my mercy. Besides, I know you like it. Even if you deny it, lil spark. I've seen what you do to yourself." he adds, gesturing to the small burn marks on my inner thigh. "You like the burn as much as I do. Don't try and hide it,"

He tosses the empty bottle to the ground. Turning my head to the side, my eyes follow the bottle, confirming my suspicions. He covered me in honey.

Before I can say another word, his hands are on my body, massaging the sticky liquid over my skin. He works his way down to my round ass, spreading it over my pussy and inner thighs. It's a strange sensation, especially with the added heat from the fire. A warm feeling creeps across my skin as the honey heats up. A familiar hunger burns inside me, craving more of his touch. More of him. But I don't want to show it. I don't want to let him win. Bringing himself to stand in front of me, he looks down at me, taking in the sight of my naked honey-covered body as it glistens in the glow from the tiny flames below me.

"You're a sick bastard," I stupidly spit at him, trying to sound threatening. But if anything, it's comical, really. After all, he's right. I'm at his mercy. It's only giving him what he wants. A reaction and more fuel for his need to punish me.

He takes off his white muscle shirt, lifting it over his head before shoving it in my mouth and muffling any sounds I make. Beads of sweat drip down his toned, tattooed chest as he bends down, eyeing me with a look of satisfaction now that he's shut me up. He makes his way to the back of the pit where my feet are and grabs the shovel to poke around the embers. Stirring grey and black flecks to reveal bright oranges and red. As dangerous as fire can be, I'll never tire of watching it. Of admiring how fucking powerful of an element it really is.

Lennox tosses the shovel to the side before I feel his hands on my pussy again. Circling my sensitive flesh with his rough fingers as he watches my body react to his touch. Studying me to see when I flinch or squirm. He talks to me, describing how sexy my body is, how bad I've been, and how this is my fault. My doing.

"Look how fucking gorgeous you are, lil spark. Look how badly your body craves me. Needs me," he growls with a dark tone. The shirt in my mouth muffles the sound of my distress. Not that everything he's doing doesn't feel good, because it does. It feels fucking amazing, but because he's winning.

He's getting everything he wants from me, and my body is betraying me by giving it to him.

"Look how responsive it is to me. Fuck, I could cum just from watching you. From edging you until you can't handle it anymore. Maybe that's what I should do," he explains with a darkened tone. "Get you all fucking worked up. So horny that you can't even think straight and then stop. Leaving you inches from the release, we both fucking know you want. Wouldn't that be a beautiful fucking sight,"

I groan into the shirt. A muffled plea begging for him not to do it.

"Oh, don't worry. We can save that for another night. Tonight, I have plans, lil spark. Tonight, I'm going to make you cum. You're going to cum again and again until I feel like the punishment is worthy of the crime you committed."

A vibrating sound hits my ears just before Lennox presses something against my clit. A vibrating wand. My hips buck uncontrollably against the pole I'm hanging from at the contact. The sensations are intense, adding to my arousal. My first orgasm is nearing, and as much as I want it, I hate how my body is reacting this way, giving him exactly what he wants.

"Let go," he commands. "Give me what I want, lil spark. Fucking give it to me,"

His teeth sink into the plump flesh of my ass, and it sends me over the edge, just like he wanted. My first orgasm hits me like a wave of unexpected, intense pleasure. The fine line between pleasure and pain only adds to my arousal.

He smacks my ass where he bit me, and I wince at the contact.

"That's my good girl," he whispers with heated breath against my sticky flesh. He turns off the wand and tosses it into the embers. Slowly, he trails his fingers through the honey coating my body, stopping at the mall branding mark on my hip. My body recoils at the contact as he traces his fingers over the raised flesh.

A scar that brings back so many painful and haunting memories. I can still feel the burn. The pain the mark inflicted when I was branded all those years ago. I shudder as he traces the crescent moon shape with his sticky finger again. A negative reaction, and he senses it, but he doesn't ask. He doesn't push it.

Instead, he pinches my nipple, tugging at it gently. I look up at him, his darkened eyes filled with hunger and lust behind the white ski mask.

His hands trail slowly down my body again, massaging and following every curve. He steps away for a moment, this time out of view as the gravel crunches under his combat boots. Before I know it, a board is being laid over the bottom half of the pit, and he's situating himself below me.

Looking down, he locks eyes with me, and I watch as he flicks his tongue over my clit. A soft moan slips from my lips, still stuffed with his sweat-soaked shirt he shoved in my mouth. He smirks and mimics his movement, gripping my hips with sticky hands as he licks and sucks the sticky honey liquid from my flesh. Two fingers find their way to my pussy and push through, pumping in and out of me as his mouth continues its assault.

Fuck. It's too much. My body can't handle the euphoric pleasure of every sensation all at once—the heat against my skin, his tongue, and the way it works my body just the way I like it. The way he knows I need it. The feeling of his fingers inside me, pumping me deep. Another orgasm begins to build, and my stomach tightens.

"Fuck, lil spark. You enjoy my touch an awful lot for someone who claims to hate me," he mocks, "I can feel you squeezing my fingers with your tight cunt. You're close to cumming for me again, aren't you?"

"Lennox─" I cry out. A muffled plea for more as he works my body. Bringing me right along the line but not taking me across it like he knows I want.

He groans against my pussy, his fingers picking up their pace as he sucks and nips at my sensitive clit. "Go on then," he whispers, "Fuck for me, lil spark. Let me taste that fucking fire that burns inside you,"

My arms ache from hanging, but I don't care. The pleasure mixed with the fine line of pain is too much. I can't fight it anymore, and I cum again, just like he wanted. He pumps me harder as I ride it out, Lennox lapping up every drop of my honey-mixed release.

As I come down from my second orgasm, my body trembles and my wrists are burning from the rope wrapped tightly around them. I'm sticky and sweaty from the honey and the heat from the embers below me.

Lennox rises from beneath me, stopping to kiss and suck at the raised flesh along my innner thigh from the burns I placed then. He uses the shovel to mix up the embers again, sending tiny sparks into the night sky. Some sting my skin on their ascent. The smoke burns my eyes, and I cough, but it's muffled by the shirt still stuffed in my mouth. I can hear Lennox behind me, but without being able to turn my head, I can't see what he's doing.

Never in my life has a man made it his mission to pleasure me. No, it was never about me. Always about them. They didn't care if I liked it, if I begged them to stop. They took what they wanted from me. Used me to get off and tossed me to the side. But not Lennox. Even what he considers ‘punishment' he's made all about me. About my pleasure, my release, and fuck if he isn't good at what he does.

Sure, he's a little crazy. I mean he kidnapped me, and tied me to a fucking pole. Not to mention there's a whole ass fire below me, but he knew that as sick and twisted as this might be, that I'd enjoy it. He knew I'd like it.

So he did it.

He understands my cravings, my wants, more than anyone else has, and instead of inflicting judgement, he encourages my darkest desires, just to watch me crumble and drown in the pleasure he provides.

I didn't think it was possible. Not after growing up the way I did.

Of course, it had to be fucking Lennox who could give me everything I need. Everything my body craves. I'll still never admit it to him.

I refuse to let him win.

He makes his way in front of me, and crouches down, cocking his head to the side curiously. "I'm going to fuck you now, and I'd much rather hear those sweet fucking sounds you make than the muffled bitching you've been giving me." he admits "So, I'll remove the shirt if you promise to behave."

I nod. I'm not an idiot. I know there's no way out of this situation. Besides, breathing would be a lot easier if I wasn't being gagged. Lennox pulls out the shirt, wiping the drool from my lips slowly by brushing his sticky thumb across my lip. He stands in front of me and unzips his pants, forcing me to watch as he strokes himself.

I knew he was big. I can still remember that feeling of fullness from the first night we met, but now that he's directly in front of me, and I'm face to face with the sheer size of him, I find myself intimidated.

Grabbing my thick hair in his hand, he warns me, "Don't fucking bite me. I'll drop you in the embers so goddamn quick." he threatens, "Be a good girl and get my dick wet. Show me how sorry you are for what you did. Show me how good you can suck it with that venom-filled mouth of yours."

I comply, swirling my tongue around the tip, sucking and lapping my tongue around him. I coat him in my saliva before his hold on my hair tightens, and he shoves his cock to the back of my throat. I gag, choking as he ruthlessly fucks my face.

"Look at me," he commands. My eyes rise to his. I'm so fucking turned on, even though I hate him. I want to hate him. He's a sick fuck. A bold fuck, and I fucking love it. He shoves himself to the back of my throat again, with my eyes locked with his, and tells me I am fucking his. Then he pulls out.

He quickly makes his way to the back of me, pulling me down the beam until I'm lined up with his dick. The ropes cut deeper into my flesh. The burning pain intensifying. He grips my hips firmly in his rough, sticky hands, circling the tip through my folds.

"Careful, lil spark. You're fucking dripping for me, and we can't have your sweet goddamn juices putting out our little fire. We both know how much you fucking like its heat against your skin." he growls from behind me. His tone is dark, husky. He's enjoying this. Probably just as much as me. "We both know how much you like to fucking burn," he says, and with that, he shoves himself inside me.

I cry out at the sheer fullness of him as he stretches me. He pounds into me hard, filling me with every inch of him as he claims me.

"Mine, lil spark," he grunts.

I am his. All fucking his. He's the only one who can pleasure me. I fucking know it, too. No one else can make me feel the way he does. Make me cum like he does. No one else understands my need to burn. To light shit on fire and watch it crumble. Only him. Only fucking him.

"Oh My ─"" Lennox's hand crashes down on my ass, instantly silencing me.

"No," he growls, "Don't you fucking say it. Don't you fucking praise him when it's me who's bringing you pleasure. Me fucking giving your body everything it craves," He thrusts grow more relentless, "It's my fucking name you'll scream, lil spark. Only fucking mine. Now give it to me. Cum on my fucking dick,"

"Fuck. Fuck─" I moan, unable to stop my body's natural reactions to the way he touches me. The way he talks to me.

I don't want to give him what he wants, but I need this just as much as he does. I need that fucking release.

My third orgasm is building and I can't fight it

He wins.

He slams into me again, the burning sting of the embers below kissing my skin. I moan, my pleasure-filled cries spilling out into the night as my body convulses with my third orgasm. Behind me, Lennox roars into the night, finding his own release as he fills me, his cock throbbing in the deepest parts of me.

Fuck, my body is weak, sore, and so oversensitive. When Lennox pulls out of me, his cum drips down, sizzling on the embers below. I'm gasping, my chest rising and falling as Lennox tucks himself away. Crouching in front of me again, he tilts my chin up, forcing my eyes to his.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl," he tells me, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "One last thing," he whispers through panted breath. I watch, as he takes an iron rod from one of the piles of junk behind him, and shoves it into the burning embers below me. Once it's glowing red, he pulls it out, and brings himself to stand next to me. My heart is racing. Unsure of what he's about to do. "Hold still, this is going to hurt like hell," and with that, he presses the iron into the branding mark on my hip. I cry out. My voice carrying up into the start night sky as my skin sizzles. He holds it there for a few seconds. Seconds that feel like an eternity, before tossing the iron in the fire.

"Now, you belong to no one but me. You're fucking mine, lil spark. Let's get you home and get you cleaned up. I think you learned your lesson," he whispers, before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

And just like that, I know I'm fucked.

Now, I don't know what I crave more. The kiss of the burning flames against my skin or the rough hands of the psychopath who lit the match.