Chapter 33

OCTAVIA

W hen you spend a thousand years living amongst mortals, your patience wears thin, and I have been patient enough with Red. Tonight she will do as she's told.

I slide my finger between her folds. Her body jerks on the hook. Her mouth parts as she struggles on tiptoes to pull away.

"Do you need to use your safe word?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "Good."

I step close enough that I can inhale the scent of warm skin and the tang of her lust.

I pull my finger away from her pussy and up to her mouth. I push between her lips until she sucks my finger over her tongue, her excitement dripping over her tastebuds.

"Bite," I say.

She freezes, but her canines draw down, their sharp little points nipping at the side of my finger. Her eyes widen as if she can feel her teeth moving.

"Red, bite."

She pushes me into place with her tongue and sinks her teeth into the flesh of my index finger. There's a searing stab. Her eyes roll shut as her excitement and my blood fill her mouth. She moans against me. I pull my finger out and suck the end till it stops bleeding. There's a dribble of blood in the corner of her mouth. I bend over her and lick it up.

My hand winds its way around the back of her neck, and I yank her to me.

I flick my hair back and bare my throat. She jiggles against the hook and restraints, desperate to touch me. But not tonight. Tonight, I'm in charge.

My thumb curves around the front of her neck, and she swallows, making her throat bob against my thumb. I'm cross enough I could press down and cut off her air. But I don't. I pull her to me and make her lips meet my throat.

"Take your fill," I say, and she lunges for my carotid. There's a needle-like sensation and then the hot threading tug deep in my veins as my blood flows into her mouth.

My body instantly responds, my fangs dropping. "I'm going to bite you."

She pulls off my throat only long enough to scream, "YES."

I jerk her into position. I'm done being gentle with her. She moans against me as I angle our bodies so we can both drink, and then I sink my teeth into her neck.

She stiffens under me, pausing her drinking to gasp as I draw blood from her. The chains above rattle, and then she moans as the pleasure takes over.

She lowers her mouth to my neck again, and we both draw sweet claret nectar from each other. She laps hungrily at my neck. The more she takes, the more aroused I grow. But she grows greedy, drinking too fast. It's wasteful. Blood overflows and spills between her lips, dripping down my chest and coating my breasts.

Her heart rate increases, making her own blood do the same, tumbling down her throat and over her breasts. The exquisite pulse of mutual feeding drives right to my core. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat, or maybe it's hers and I'm feeling myself shifting. Pleasure addles my mind.

I pull off. She does the same. Blood streaks both of our bodies.

"Fuck," I say as I take in the sight of her strung up for me. Hanging by her wrists, blood painting her tits and torso in the most elegant of patterns.

I lunge forward, licking a long swipe from her pussy all the way up her body and over her chest, where I sink my teeth into the flesh and draw another mouthful of blood. I let the remnants trickle over her skin and stomach, and then I lick an O shape between her breasts.

She glances down, confused at the bloody O over her heart.

"You have something to say?" I ask.

"O for Octavia?"

I shrug. "O for many things: Octavia, owned, and perhaps if you behave, all the orgasms I'll give you tonight."

She kicks against the restraints, moaning and gasping. I pull back, slide my hand between her thighs. The slick wetness coats both her inner legs.

"Good girl. Looks like you can behave, can't you?" I say.

She nods at me.

"Still, Red. You didn't trust me. Over and over again, you've failed to see how I have your best interests at heart."

She opens her mouth to respond, and I raise a single eyebrow. She stays quiet.

"What do you need?" I ask.

She pouts and looks away. She's sad?

I pull her chin around. "I asked you a question. You answer me when I ask."

"I want the hurt to go away," she says. "Loving you despite everything we've done to each other. The Chief's betrayal. All of it. The fact is, I'm going to face a choice really soon. And I don't want to make it. So for tonight, can you just make it all go away?"

I speed to the drawer and pick up a flogger and the strapless strap-on. I insert it inside myself and turn the vibration on. Then I flick the handle of the flogger, letting the leather threads twirl through the air. Faster and faster, I fling it until it's zinging through the air and Red is nearly panting.

I pull back and land the flogger on her arse. She flinches, squealing, but it instantly turns into a moan. I pull back and slap her again.

The chains jangle. Her head rolls forward and the noise that comes from her mouth makes my pussy clench around the vibrating strap-on.

"Do you need to use your safe word?"

"No. I want more."

I tilt my head at her back. Fine. I return to the drawer and select a paddle instead. I run my hand over her ass and then bring the paddle down on her cheek.

She squeals, leaning forward. "Fuck," she moans.

I bring it down on her other cheek, once, twice, three times. The noises she makes unleash something feral inside me. I'm now the one panting, and yet she's the one receiving the punishment. I no longer know who's in charge here, who really holds the power.

I hold the back of her neck and push down until she's bent so far forward that her arms strain against the restraints. I step up to her backside, pushing the dildo between her cheeks. She gasps and pushes up, but I grip her neck harder, pinning her in position.

She moans. It's incoherent, a mumbled fuck or yes, or a mixture of both. She's hungry for everything I want to give her.

"I swear, Verity, if anything other than my name comes out of your mouth, I'm bringing that paddle back. Do you understand?"

She nods, though her head can scarcely move under my grip. I slip my fingers to her entrance and circle. She's nice and wet for me, so I position the head of the cock at her entrance, and she jerks against me.

I thrust inside her pussy in one hard motion. She moans, her body relaxing, letting the rope and chains take her weight.

I draw the cock out slowly. Her legs tremble beneath her, but I never let up. I keep her pushed down. Thrust hard. Pull out slow. Thrust hard.

The chains jingle and pull and rattle against each thrust. I reach around her with my other hand. Her nipples are tight little buds. I pinch one hard, and she yelps against me, pushing her arse back against the cock.

I pump in and out, bringing her body higher, winding her tighter and tighter until she throws my name from her lips like a whip.

"I'm going to?—"

I pull out. Leaving her right on the edge but holding back the release she craves. She twists around, furious, as she glares at me.

"What the f—" she starts, but I reach for the paddle and slap it down on her arse.

She screams, her eyes rolling shut, her body drooping as the chains hold her in place.

"I told you, I don't want to hear anything but my name on your lips."

She screams in frustration as I re-enter her pussy. I drive in and out, over and over, taking her back up to the peak of pleasure. I shunt her forward until her body is taut against the restraints and slide a hand around to massage her clit.

"I can't take it. I ca?—"

"Do you need to use your safe word?" I ask.

"No—"

She squeals as the paddle comes down on her cheek again. She will learn to trust me, or I will punish her.

She hisses and I know I'm taking her to the edge of what she can handle. Her body is pliant, relaxing into submission. I've no doubt the endorphins are dragging her into subspace. I push into her again and again, taking her to the brink of her climax.

"Octavia," she screams.

I pull out completely. Her arms have paled, and I know the blood has run out of them. She needs to come off the hook. So I lift her down and rest her on the floor. I keep her wrists tied, though.

"Beg," I say and pull her chin up so she looks at me.

"Please..."

"Please what, Red?"

"Please everything. Forgive me. Love me. Fuck me. Own me. Take me. Bite me. Make me fucking come."

I smile, honestly. It's a nasty little sneer, but she needs to know who she belongs to.

"Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes drop to the O, still smeared in blood between her breasts.

"Octavia owns me and my orgasms."

"Good." I drop her chin and pull the cock out of my pussy, letting it drop to the floor. I grab a fist full of her hair and pull her to my cunt.

"Make me come, and then I'll think about letting you orgasm."

I push her face over my pussy, and she laps hungrily at my clit. She licks and swipes her tongue until I'm rocking back and forth. But it's not enough, I want more.

I use the fist of hair I have to pull her off me. Then I reach down and use a nail to shred the restraints.

Her wrists are a little pink, so it was the right time to take them off.

"Two fingers."

She nods.

Her eyes are bright and hungry. "You're being a very good girl this evening, Verity. Your reward will be handsome."

She rubs her wrists, helping the blood flow back into her fingers, and then she looks up, signalling that she's ready. I lay on the edge of the bed, tugging her now normal-coloured wrist. She scrambles across the carpet to the edge of the bed and slides between my thighs.

Her tongue draws long, lavish licks over me. She sounds like a starved woman as she moans and laps and sucks at my pussy.

My head rocks back, my hair falling off my shoulders as I collapse to the bed and prop my feet up on the edge.

I stretch open, give her easier access. Her fingers slide up my legs and to my entrance. She wets the tips, circling my hole before she glides inside. I thought I wanted it hard, but she pushes soft and deep instead and takes me to another place.

I gasp. But she is relentless, pushing into me deeper. Her mouth devours me, her tongue flickering light and quick, dancing over every inch of my pussy. She moans as if she's the one receiving pleasure and the sound of her enjoying the taste of my cunt drives me wild.

One of her fingers curls inside me, the other stays long as she laps at my clit in time with her thrusts.

"Fuck," I hiss, as a trickle of pleasure rushes through my pussy, sending tingles outward like electricity around my body.

I pinch my nipples, panting as she continues to slide in and out of me. Her fingers wet with my excitement. The slick slide and her moans make my entire body shiver with pleasure. My muscles clamp around her fingers, but she doesn't relent. She laps faster, making the pressure on my clit lighter, then switches her movements. Her fingers stiffen and she fucks me hard.

I rock my hips, shifting my pussy and rubbing against her face, making her chin and lips glisten.

The sight of her covered in me, taking everything I throw at her, pushes me over the edge. I fall, as a shiver of bliss run from deep inside me right up to the tip of my scalp. She continues licking my clit, drinking down every drop of my orgasm. She pulls her fingers out and pops them into her mouth, sucking up my juices.

She bites down, just as I made her do earlier. When she pulls out, her fingers drip with her blood and what remains of my come.

She pushes them into my mouth. The dynamic between us changing. I suck her blood and my come until all that's left is clean flesh.

"I'm done playing," she barks, command lacing through her tone. It makes me wet all over again. I could do this all day. Fuck her until we're both spent. But she's right, I've teased her long enough.

She swaps positions and lies down, spreading her legs until her pussy is fully exposed. She's swollen and desperate for me to finish her.

"Octavia," she growls.

I speed across the room and nestle between her legs. The stiffness in her body instantly loosens as my tongue draws up through her centre.

I start slowly, building her back up to where I had her. My tongue worships her core. She's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.

If she's all I ate the rest of my days, I wouldn't desiccate. Her hips slowly rock against my mouth the more I build her up.

Her breath shortens, sharp little pants escaping her lips. I slide a finger inside her. I draw it in and out until she relaxes enough I can slide another in to join the first. That's when the first real carnal moan rushes from her lips.

"Fuck," she pants. "Harder, Octavia."

I oblige, my tongue flicking her clit quicker while my fingers pulse in and out of her, searching for her G-spot.

She tilts up, her eyes locked on me, and she grabs my hair, holding me in place as I continue ravishing her pussy.

She rocks against my mouth, panting my name, cursing and swearing. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as her nipples tighten and her pussy clamps around my fingers.

"Octavia," she gasps before she shivers, jerks and collapses back onto the bed as her hips jolt against my mouth.

I tease her, licking once, twice, three times more until she hisses at me to get off her oversensitive clit.

It makes me smile. I place a kiss on her pussy and then crawl up the bed so I can lie next to her.

"Hey," I say.

"Hey," she says. "We're a mess, aren't we?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But I want to get through it with you. Right now, you should sleep."

She nods, and reaches for a blanket, pulling it over both of us.

"You look better," I say, drawing my thumb over her flushed cheeks.

"I think it worked. Maybe the bond gave me some of your energy or something? I definitely feel better."

"Good, sleep now, and tomorrow we can figure out how the hell we're going to get through this."

She curls her back into my chest, making me the big spoon. I close my eyes, soaking up the feel of her naked body pressed against me.

My fingers find their way to her chest circling the dried O between her breasts. And that is where I stay while day yawns its way above us, and I try to pull apart everything that's gone wrong, and how the hell we're going to figure out what's really going on.