Fallen (16 page)

A collar. It’s some sort of collar.

My blood feels like it’s boiling with adrenalin as I hear a firm and definitive
click
from behind me. Whatever this thing is, it’s now well and truly clasped around my neck.

“You can breathe, Sloane. It’s not tight.” Zeth brushes a hand down my front, skimming his fingers across my breasts. “Not until you want it to be.”

I inhale, realizing that he’s right—I’m holding my breath, and the collar isn’t actually tight. It fits snugly at the base of my neck, giving my windpipe plenty of room. Zeth surprises me then. He runs his hands down my front again, trailing demanding fingers over my breasts, down my stomach, slowly over my hipbones. He skims them across my buttocks, heading upward, and then travels up my spine. When he reaches my hands, which are still obediently where he told me to put them, held behind me, he laces his fingers through mine, holding one of my hands. The action is so intimate and reassuring that any lingering doubt over our little game vanishes in a puff of smoke. Even when he raises my arm a little higher up my back and I feel another press of cold metal and hear another series of clicks—a handcuff. The other wrist gets cuffed, too. I try to drop my arms so that they rest over my butt, but I get halfway and I can’t. My shoulder injury sings with pain, but it’s not enough to make me object. My hands remain lifted halfway up my back even as Zeth lets me go, held there by a tautness, connected from the handcuffs to the collar. There has to be a chain or something, connected between the two.

Zeth trails his fingers down the groove of my spine, making a hungry, humming noise. “Your skin is fucking amazing,” he says. “You’re like a statue of some fucking Greek goddess, made out of the most perfect marble.” His hands go to my hips, and then he’s firmly guiding me forward, pressing the whole length of my body against the wall. I have to turn my head, my cheek resting flat against the plasterwork, which brings my ear close to Zeth’s mouth. He moves forward, crushing himself up against me so that my pinned hands behind my back are filled with muscle and burning hot skin—his temperature’s still not quite right, but I think his elevated heat has more to do with the massive erection he’s jabbing into my ass cheeks than anything else. He slips a leg in between mine and pushes them open a little farther so that he has better access to what’s between them.

I’m already wet enough that he could thrust inside me right now and I wouldn’t complain. He doesn’t do that, though. Instead he slides a hand between my thighs, groaning a little when he feels how ready I am.

“You’re killing me, angry girl,” he groans into my ear. “I wanna fuck you so hard. I wanna feel you coming all over my dick.” He slips his fingers forward, purposefully skating around my clit, just deviating close enough to make my body vibrate with expectation. He stops all too soon, but then replaces his hand with his cock, rubbing back and forth between my legs.

I’m desperate,
desperate
to push back and let him thrust himself into my pussy, but I know he’ll disapprove. Plus there’s his stomach injury; it’s surprising he can even do this right now.

I shouldn’t be condoning it. I should not be—

My mind goes utterly blank as Zeth rocks back and then pushes forward again, finally teasing his fingers over my clit with such precision that I almost jump a foot in the air at the momentary intense burst of feeling that rockets around my body.

A sharp sting of pain cuts through the pleasure and I trace the source back to my sore shoulder—Zeth’s biting me there, not holding back. The pain of it is dizzying, but it’s also awakening. I can feel every square inch of him, feel the energy snapping between our bodies. He hooks a hand around my waist from behind and I suddenly realize I’m very vulnerable. He’s so much bigger than I am; he lifts me with one arm and makes light work of carrying me back to the bed I slept in. The sheets are at the bottom of the bed, still exactly where I kicked them off before I got into the shower. Zeth sets me down, and he rips the sheets off the mattress, throwing them to the floor.

He sits on the edge of the bed, then, facing me. With the faint, silver moonlight shining in through the skylight above us, I can just about see the devious smile on his face. “Where do you think we go from here?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I have a pretty good idea.”

“Why don’t you show me your pretty good idea, Sloane?”

Much like telling me to select something from his bag back at Julio’s place, I’m sure this is an experiment on his part. Of course, this is the game. He wants to see if I’ve figured him out yet. He wants to know if I can guess at his dark little fantasies. I don’t know for certain, but I can probably make an educated guess. With my hands tied behind my back, I’m kind of limited, but I still have a few options left open to me.

Zeth’s eyes follow me, shining brightly in the dark as I drop to my knees. He doesn’t tell me if I’m right or wrong. He simply reaches out and carefully strokes my hair. His cock is rigid, the tip of it brushing his belly as he sits there, breathing softly. I shuffle close to him, and I carefully lick from the base of his erection all the way up, shivering a little as his hand stops stroking my hair and he gathers a handful in his fist. Hair pulling’s not something I thought I would be into, but this isn’t just hair pulling. This is Zeth commanding more of me. This is him asserting himself over me, setting out the ground rules. I am his, and I am to behave. If I don’t, there will be consequences. Despite the part of me that just said no woman should ever allow a man complete power over her, Zeth’s authority over me doesn’t feel like he’s conquering me. He’s not dominating me. It feels as though he’s throwing down an ultimatum—
this is who I am and what I need from you for this to work
—that I can either accept or walk away from, and my decision is one hundred percent my choice. That doesn’t mean that he holds a violent power over me. Neither does me accepting his ultimatum mean that he’s won anything, or if it
does
then it simply means he has won my trust.

I look up at him, and our eyes lock. He’s waiting on me, and the pressure—a pressure that would have terrified me before meeting him—only makes me want to make him wait a little longer. I don’t, though. I take him into my mouth, moving slowly. I don’t close my eyes; I keep them fixed on him as I slide up and down, tracing my tongue over his cock, sucking gently. Zeth’s hand tightens in my hair, pulling a little harder. He angles his hips upward slightly, though I can tell the shift hurts his stomach. I push down, taking him deeper, and my throat spasms as the tip hits the back of it. It’s not a pleasant sensation, but Zeth’s reaction makes it pleasurable.

“
Fuck
. God, Sloane. Your mouth...”
Your mouth is fucking perfect.
Those are the words he said to me back at the hotel when we first met. Words that turned me on even before I knew the man who had given them to me. Words that have stuck with me ever since. I speed up, fired on by the tension I can feel building in his leg muscles, which are pressed against either side of me.

I love doing this. I love feeling his cock growing harder in my mouth. Pippa once told me that going down on a guy is something she only ever does if she feels she has to, but holy fuck if I don’t absolutely love going down on Zeth. The taste of him alone is enough to drive me crazy.

His legs have begun to shake by the time I decide I want more. I push upward, and Zeth lets go of my hair immediately, lifting his hands. His chest is rising and falling much quicker now, though it seems as though he’s trying to hide it. I get to my feet, and he tips his head to one side.

“What now, angry girl? What do you think I want?”

I walk toward him in between his legs, so that my body is almost flush with his, my breasts at the same height as his face. Carefully I climb up so that I’m kneeling over him, my knees on either side of his hips. “I think you want to move up the bed. I think you want to rest your back against the headboard,” I tell him.

I sound so sure of myself. I don’t recognize the voice I’m using to essentially tell him what to do, but I like it. There’s no question in that voice. No room for argument. Zeth sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he thinks, probably considering whether he actually wants to do what I’m telling him to, and then he narrows his eyes, shifting himself carefully back up the bed so that his back is exactly where I said it should be, resting against the headboard.

“And now?”

I don’t answer this time. I just follow him up the bed, crawling forward on my knees so that I’m straddling him again. I want to be able to use my hands. I want more than anything to be able to touch him. Dig my nails into his chest. Cause him some sort of pain. Instead I grind into his lap, groaning a little as his cock rubs against my pussy. His hands move to my hips, pulling me down a little harder, and I arch my back, thrusting my breasts into his face.

I know what he would do now, even though I’m not sure I want him to. My hesitancy isn’t a part of this game, though. I push it aside, telling him what I suspect he would want next. “You want to use your teeth, Zeth.”

He looks up at me, smiling a very small, imperceptible smile. “I
do
want to use my teeth,” he agrees. His hands move from my hips, and then he’s squeezing my breasts, biting down on my left nipple. He doesn’t just graze me; he bites down so hard that I cry out in pain.

“Let it in,” he says. “Your fear of pain restricts you. If you let it just be, it liberates you, Sloane.” He bites me again, and this time I push into him, doing as he says. The sharp sting he causes travels around my body, setting my nerve endings on fire. Miraculously, his advice seems to work. Now, instead of startling me, the force of the sensation makes my body burn.

“Shit, Zeth. Oh, fuck!”

Zeth groans his approval. “What do I want now?” he pants.

“You want—” This one is a little harder for me to get out. “You want to tighten the collar,” I pant. I remember the last time he cut off my windpipe, and I remember how it made me feel: panicked. Terrified even, but also extraordinarily turned on at the same time. Just the thought of it makes me dizzy. My pussy is aching, I want him inside me so bad, but I know he wouldn’t fuck me yet. He would make me wait. I’m still rocking my hips into him, his cock throbbing and swollen between us, and our bodies are starting to sweat. Zeth makes a growling sound at the back of his throat. He leans forward and bites at my jawline, grazing his teeth there, nipping at me.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Sloane. I know you want that, too.”

I don’t deny it. I can’t. As soon as his hands begin to cinch the fastener of the collar tighter, a violent judder runs through my entire body. My face prickles; it feels as though a pressure is building in my head as I labor to breathe. There’s still enough room for me to do that, but only just.

Zeth grunts, and then he leans down and licks the skin above my breast. “Your sweat’s addictive. It’s like a drug. I want to lick it all from your body.” Hands on my hips again, he pushes himself forward, pressing his hard-on right up against my clit. “That feel good, angry girl? What else do I want, that you want, too?”

This is a slight change in the game. Now he wants me to admit to the things he does to me that I enjoy. With my head swimming from the reduced oxygen it’s receiving I feel like I’m suddenly incredibly light. Like I’m floating. I still feel myself blush a little when I find myself admitting something I thought I would never admit. Zeth did something to me back at Julio’s villa, and I liked it very much. It just seems too dirty to even own up to, but somehow I manage it.

“You—you want to play with my ass.”

Zeth’s hands grip onto me so hard that I’m sure his fingers are going to bruise. He inhales in a swift, fast pull of oxygen that tells me I’ve surprised him. “Oh, Sloane…” he says, sitting forward a little. “You want me to touch you?”

I nod, and the collar pulls that little bit tighter. Fuck. Fuck, I
really
want him. I feel like I’m going to explode if he doesn’t push into me soon. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I want you to touch me. I want you to touch me there.”

With what could almost be mistaken to be an amused laugh, Zeth slides both of his hands between our bodies. In his left, he takes hold of his cock, and starts sliding his hand up and down it very slowly, squeezing tightly. With his other hand, he reaches beneath me, lighting stroking his fingers through my pussy. He doesn’t linger there long, though. He reaches back even farther, and then he’s gently rubbing me in a place I never thought I would specifically ask to be shown some attention.

It feels…it feels
amazing
. I find myself moving again, tilting my pelvis so that Zeth has better access, but also so I can push back against him. I want more. I want him to go farther. It doesn’t seem like I’m being too subtle about this, because Zeth carefully increases the pressure, until the finger he’s using is partially inside me. It’s a shocking sensation, but after the initial sting of pain wears off, it sends a rush of burning heat around my body.

“Oh—oh my fucking—” I can’t speak. I can’t get my words out. Zeth hisses, as though my reaction is more than he was expecting. And he likes it. He slowly begins to press the tip of his cock against my pussy again, but this time he moves past my clit and he angles himself all the way back so that he almost slides inside me. Back and forth, he repeats this, all he while working his finger a little deeper into my ass. It’s all…I can’t…my brain can’t seem to cope with the multitude of sensations. My head starts to spin so badly that I think I might pass out.

“What do I want now, Sloane?” he asks, his voice so low and hoarse and full of need that I feel like screaming. This is turning him on as much as it is me; I can read it in every line of him. In the fierce glint in his eye, as he watches me intensely, falling apart in his hands.

“You want to be inside me,” I tell him. “You want to be inside me so bad. You’re gonna come all over my pussy if you don’t sink yourself in deep right now.”

“Motherfucker,” Zeth hisses. “I wasn’t until you said that.” He guides himself back, so that the very tip of his cock is entering me again. “Are you ready, Sloane? Do you need me?”