19. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Beckett

Viktor stands at the edge of my bed, staring down at the toys on the mattress. I try to gauge his reactions, making sure to watch each and every movement no matter how slight.

"Never knew you were into this kind of stuff, Becks. What's next, gonna take me to a dungeon?"

"Not into that scene anymore."

His head snaps up, eyes wide. "Wait, you . . ."

I nod. "Lived it for a bit after my injury, experimented before then. But in the end, while I learned a lot, I'd rather just have someone at home to play with. And not all the time."

He chews on his bottom lip, then takes a deep breath. "Was Noah into this stuff?"

I've been waiting for him to bring my ex up again. Am kind of surprised it's taken this long, knowing his obsessive personality, though I've also been worried about what he might be doing on his own.

"Yes, it's how we met." I sit and pat the space beside me, and when he settles in, I continue. "Noah's a sub, like a full-time sub. I hated my life after tearing my back muscle and not being able to return to the NHL, hated my boring-ass job, so it was all exciting at first."

Viktor remains quiet, which is odd, but his shoulders are relaxed, his focus on me. No sign of distress, more like he's interested.

"Eventually, I figured out it wasn't for me. Noah didn't take it well. He tried to manipulate me to change my mind. When we broke up, he lost his shit. I should've done it somewhere public instead of at my house. That's when he hurt Mouse. You know the rest."

His lips press into a thin, hard line. "That dumb fuck will pay for what he did to my little princess."

My jaw drops and then I laugh. I know I shouldn't but I can't help it. "So, Mouse is yours now?"

"Fuck yeah, I didn't just . . ."

My eyes narrow when he stops. "You didn't just do what, Viktor?"

He huffs. "Don't make a big deal and freak out okay?"

My body goes perfectly still, and I breathe slowly and deliberately, trying to remain calm because internally I feel like a tornado siren just sounded. "What did you do?"

He smirks, scratching his head. "I kinda bought the building."

"Which building?"

"This one."

His response is like a blast of air launching me across the room. I'm dumbfounded, at a loss for words except for one. "Why?"

"Uh, because you snuck a cat into a no pets allowed building, dumbass. And my princess deserves to be safe." He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Thought you of all people would've done a better job protecting her."

Fucking hell.

"And now that I'm your new landlord I never want to hear any shit about power dynamics. Yeah, you only mentioned it once, but guess what. I own the place you live. Therefore, I hold way more cards than you do, Coach Boyfriend."

As hard as I fight it, I'm smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. This chaotic demon purchased a building to protect my cat. "Please don't call me Coach Boyfriend again."

The evil smirk that appears as he straddles my lap has me worried. "Then maybe we should stop talking and we can get to using some of these toys."

My lips press against his, my tongue invading his mouth, wrestling for dominance. "Tell me exactly what you want, Chaos."

"Fuck me so hard I can still feel you tomorrow."

Lifting his shirt over his head, I throw it onto the floor, then deepen the kiss as I flick and pinch his nipples. I kiss my way down his chest and bite the hard buds, rolling my tongue over each one as I clasp them between my teeth.

Viktor whines, grabbing at my hair, hips rutting against me.

After a few seconds, I pull away and reach across the mattress to grab the first toy, holding the clips attached to a chain up. "Yes or no?"

"Fuck yes. Yes, now. Put the clamps on me now. Becks, please."

"Jesus fucking Christ." I swear he's about to rip the nipple clamps from me and put them on himself. "So needy, Chaos."

He hisses when I attach the first one, but it's quickly followed by a moan. Same with the second, and when I pull gently on the chain his eyes roll back into his head as his body shivers.

"Stand up and remove your pants. Underwear too."

He does and when the joggers drop, I moan, my cock throbbing at the sight of the huge wet spot on his blue boxers which is growing by the second. When he's completely naked, I slick his length with some lube, then slide the cock ring on, stroking him once right after.

Grabbing the set of leather cuffs, I stand, then step behind him. "I'm going to bind your hands and ankles and then I'm going to fuck you until my cock doesn't ache anymore."

"Do it. Fuck me into oblivion."

I kneel and kiss the back of his left thigh before wrapping the leather thigh cuff around and tightening it. I do the same with the other leg.

"How does that feel? Too tight?"

"It feels good," he says, voice breathy.

Next, I secure the ankle cuffs. Once they're on, I stand and pepper his back with kisses before placing each of the leather wrist cuffs on.

He looks at me, those ice blue eyes already growing hazy. "I'm so fucking hard, Becks."

I gently turn his head to face the mirror. "Look at how obscene your cock looks. How red and swollen it is. How much it's leaking."

When he whines, I tug the chain connecting the nipple clamps and his hips buck, cock drooling. He's panting and moaning, his own reflection turning him on.

"On the center of the mattress, face down, knees to your chest with your wrists at your ankles."

He crawls onto the bed and gets in position. I clip the double-ended snap hooks, connecting his right ankle and wrist to the D-ring of his right thigh cuff, then do the same to the left side. After, I grab the spreader bar and attach it to his ankles.

"How does it feel?"

"Like I'm about to come."

I slap his ass and he groans. "Are you okay being restrained in this position, smartass? Your knees okay?"

"Yes, but my fucking asshole needs attention. Please, Becks. Fuck me already."

I swat him again, harder this time and his whole body jolts. Placing my hand on his ass, I squeeze the pinkened flesh.

"That all you got, Becks?"

Oh, the brat's coming out to play, so the swats come faster, in quick succession, each time his body rocks forward a bit, the head of his cock rubbing against the sheets.

"Fuck, harder, Becks, please. Fuck, more. Please!"

I laugh a little and stop, reaching under him to tug on the nipple clamp chain. He wails and pulls at the cuffs, rubbing his face into the mattress.

"Viktor, do you need to stop?"

"No!" He looks back at me, tears staining his cheeks. "Please, don't stop."

Taking my time to undress, I watch as he squirms and mumbles to himself. Reaching into my nightstand, I grab a condom, then put it on before slicking myself up.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes. Fuck me. Own me."

I lean over, kissing down his spine and over his heated cheeks before lapping at his hole, sucking it, and tasting him to loosen him. Once he's ready, I line myself up, then push inside with one hard thrust.

"Becks!" He tries to move, to swivel his hips but he can't. Viktor's completely at my mercy.

I drive in so deep, there can't be a place I don't touch. I want to fuck him so hard it's branded on his soul who he belongs to.

"You look so pretty with my cock stretching you open. And you feel so good. So fucking tight and hot." My body is slick with sweat, and the room fills with the sounds of our ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

I take in Viktor's reflection in the mirror. His face contorts in pure ecstasy, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Becks, please, I need to come."

"Not yet." I lean over, my chest to his back, and rut him harder, reaching underneath to tug on the nipple clamp chain. "You're mine, Viktor. Say it."

He whimpers, his body trembling. "I'm yours."

"Louder. I want to hear you scream it."

"I'm yours! Only yours!"

My body's on fire, but it's more than that. The way he's taking me, trusting me . . . I don't want anyone else.

Ever.

Heat burns me from the inside out, my thrusts erratic as I slam into him over and over. Reaching underneath, I grip his length firmly, stroking him fast and hard.

"Come with me, baby. Come with me," I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

Viktor's body tenses, and with a final, powerful thrust, we both shatter. His cries mix with my own, the intensity of our release leaving us both breathless and spent.

Slowly, I pull out, careful not to hurt him. Viktor's body is limp, his breathing steady and eyes closed. I reach out and brush a lock of hair from his forehead, smiling softly as he leans into my touch.

"Let me get you out of these," I murmur, reaching for the restraints.

I carefully unclip each snap hook, and he sighs in relief, his body relaxing further as I remove all the leather cuffs.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice gentle, scanning his face for any signs of distress.

He nods, his eyes still closed. "Yeah. More than okay. Do you always play like that?"

I press a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and finally to his lips. "Not always. You handled it well."

After cleaning us up, I grab one of my sweatshirts from the closet and help put it on him before I climb under the covers, pulling him close, knowing with every fiber of my being this is the way every night should end, that he is my end.