by Dark,A. A.
Bram’s hand slid to the back of my neck and it wasn’t me who met his kiss with hunger, but my slave. Her arms flew around his neck and she couldn’t bear another second of the longing she’d had to endure. His words, they were everything she wanted to hear.
“You’re going to kill me. You’re going to destroy me and we both know it.”
Bram tugged the button of my pants free, pushing down the material, frantically. “If I’m ever suicidal, I may, but we both know I love myself too much to take away the one thing I can’t live without.”
My mouth flew open and I gasped as his hand wedged between my legs. I barely managed to get the pants off all the way before Bram was pulling me to the bed, stripping off his clothes, and covering my body with his.
“You lie,” I managed between kisses. “You could live without me. What you can’t live without is this … being Main Master, Whitlock. It’s your life, not me.”
He paused, still tracing his finger over my wet slit. It was enough to distract my mind, but not my body. I became wetter, moving my hips subconsciously for more.
“I hate this place. I have no love for what I was born into. But what can I do? I can’t just walk away, slave. I can’t shuck my responsibilities because I don’t agree or want them. Someone has to govern this place. That person has to be me.”
“No.” My head shook and calculations swam like blood-thirsty sharks in my head. If I dangled the bait, would he bite? “We can leave. We can—”
A hard look tightened Bram’s features and his hand slapped over my mouth, cutting me off. The taste of blood from the force of the impact had my slave retreating.
“Never … ever … speak to me about leaving here. Ever. We accept our fate. There’s no changing it. To dream of something else invites temptation. Neither of us can afford that.”
His hand eased in sync with his lids closing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “All I want is you. I want to feel again. Our life can be bearable here if we have each other. Just be with me, slave. Love me like you did before and I will try …”
“Try? Feel?”
He lowered, staying silent, and brushing his lips over mine. His fingers began to move over my folds again and I spread wider, allowing him access. Letting him believe I accepted what I didn’t think I ever would. Him … Whitlock. The two of us here. No. The blood from his slap over my mouth was a reminder. One, I let influence me even more as I moaned and turned into the seductress I’d learned to play with West. In this mindset, I was more than powerful. I was a Goddess. This time, I wouldn’t lose.
“Where is the lotion and perfume I had made for you? Do you not have it anymore?”
My head shook and I sniffled, moving into him even more. His features softened and I saw the hook set.
“Shh, no worries. I’ll get you more. I dreamed of it,” Bram said, moving in to kiss along the column of my throat. “I could swear at one point you were with me. I was so out of it at the time, but it felt so real.”
A finger pushed in deep and I arched, allowing him deeper. Just hearing him talk about the old Bram triggered the pain. My body shook from the silent cries and Bram lifted, moving his lips to the press over the tears that were leaving me.
“No more. It’s over, slave. Everything will be okay, now.”
I gave a weak nod, not letting his words or reassurance penetrate through my walls. Bram lowered, brushing his lips down my body. When he sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit against the hard nub, I let my slave move to the front just like I knew to.
My focus tuned in while his teeth grazed against my sensitive skin. Tears still forced their way from my body, but it didn’t stop the moan at the suction that awakened the arousal. Her arousal. Another finger stretched me and my rocking became desperate as they began to thrust.
“Open your eyes.”
Bram’s voice had my lids lifting. I watched him as he lowered, moving his mouth even with the top of my slit. The first flick of his tongue had my head shooting up. My mouth opened and I held to the comforter, still rocking against his fingers as I waited for him to tease my clit again.
“See only me, slave. It’s only ever been me.”
My jaw clenched through the lie. It was his tongue flattening over the sensitive nub and the suction that followed that had me dropping the small dash of anger I held. I gasped, fighting to keep my eyes on his as ecstasy began to consume me. Bram had always known the perfect places to tease. The combination of his mouth and the way his fingers rubbed against that special spot inside of my channel was lethal.
“Yes. Yes.” My hips rotated and I pushed down at the hum of his moan. He broke away, making a path along the inside of my folds. When his tongue darted back over my entrance, just above his fingers, I cried out. My orgasm was right there, yet I was somehow managing to hold it off as he thrust even faster.
“Please. B-Bram.”
The slap over my clit sent a yelp escaping.
“Try, again.”
I paused, knowing what he wanted.
“Bram.”
Slap!
My legs jolted and I growled, speaking before I could stop myself. But at the same time, I knew this was part of the game. I couldn’t hold back. He’d expect nothing else. “I told you, I am no slave.”
“You are my slave and I am your Master. Say it.” Slap! “Say it.”
“No.”
I was flipped over so fast that the comforter bunched up, covering me for only a moment before Bram ripped it back and tugged me to my knees.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
He gripped both sides of my ass only to rear back and give me another slap.
“You always were stubborn. I don’t know why I suspected you’d give in so easily.”
“Nothing here is easy,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “I’ll allow you my body, but you will never hear that title leave my lips again. Not even for you.”
“So you’re saying I can’t have you?”
I kept my stare locked on his. “Have me. I’m right here. But I am not a possession that can be owned.”
“Am I not your Main Master?”
His digits thrust deep and the scowl that covered his face sent nervousness skittering through. Where I feared who he was, I was seeing something I hadn’t before. There was something darker about this Bram. It wasn’t that I didn’t remember what he was capable of before, but somehow in this moment, he almost seemed to have less … soul. There was so much depth to him, but it felt empty. The combination of fear and need twisted my stomach while he built me up.
“You are my Main Master, but you don’t want to hear your position at Whitlock. You want to use your authority over me while you take my body. There’s a difference.”
“I am your Master. I always will be and nothing you say or do will change that. Be a Mistress outside of our room. I don’t care. But here, always, you belong to me. Here, you are my slave.”
His stare broke and he glanced at my back, only to double-take between it and my face. His entire body stiffened and I didn’t miss how his face flickered through actual emotions.
“Tell me who I belong to. Show me like he did.” My own pain and anger spiked at the need for his comfort. His pity. The slave in me wanted nothing more than to curl into his lap so he could tell me I was worrying over his future self for nothing. That Eleven had been lying about how evil he truly was.
“Never. Jesus,” he breathed out, heavily. “I saw the lashing on the tapes. I saw him treating your wounds, but I … fuck.” He reached up, hesitating before he traced the scars. Once again that darkness appeared in his eyes and once again it had me cautious.
“West has only just started to pay for what he’s done. This may be his white out, but he can’t even imagine what will happen when he faces my black out. This is only the beginning.”
Bram’s lowered, kissing along my back. As he rose toward my neck, the underside of his cock rubbed along my slit, sliding against my ass. I was so wet at his touch. Feeling
his thick length tease me was even more torture. His soft sounds drove me to push into him impatiently, but he wasn’t having it. He inched down, taking his time until his lips were moving over my lower back. When he spread me and licked over my pussy, my slave was nearly begging him for more.
Pressure from his tongue pushed into my entrance and his hands were quick to lock onto my hips so I wouldn’t have control.
“Fuck, you taste so good. I missed this. I didn’t know how much, but now … there’s … something.”
The quick thrusts only lasted for a moment before he swept down to brush over my clit. My entire body spasmed and I was once again holding to the blanket for dear life. I wanted his cock inside me, stretching me like only he could. It was killing me to want him so much. Even trying to distance myself, I wasn’t going to come out unscathed. That beating thing in my chest still ached for the old us. Maybe even more now that I knew this was coming to an end.
For minutes Bram explored and pleased me with his tongue and fingers. His digits were so deep inside of me, again, and his teeth were biting into the side of my ass.
“Please.” My head lifted, but I was still looking at him. I hadn’t once looked away. Even when I couldn’t see his eyes.
“You know the rules, slave. Not until you say it.”
There was no anger on his part. No threat or demand. It was almost a plea from what I could tell.
“You know I can’t.”
“You can. You’re mine. God.” He lifted, pulling me up so I could face him. We were both on our knees, but even so, he was so much larger than me. I felt every bit the slave in our moment. Oddly, I didn’t fear that when I knew I should.
His hands lifted, cupping my face, and I could barely breathe at the power in his stare. “I love you.” He swallowed hard, bringing my face closer to his. “Everleigh. Slave. I have loved you for longer than you can even imagine. This is not easy for me. I’m trying so hard to find us. I need you to try, too. Just say the word. Believe it, or don’t. Just let me hear you say it. I have to. I need more … I think I feel. I …” He paused. “After my last surgery, something happened. I don’t feel anything anymore. Dr. Cortez says it will pass. That’s is very common in heart surgeries, but I’m not a normal person. I can’t be like this. I have to have us back. If you could maybe be my slave again. If we could live that life, maybe the old me will return. Or …”
“That’s why you let me suffer? Your love wasn’t there anymore?”
He ignored my question. My body trembled through the possibilities of what this could mean. Bram could return or it could backfire and he’d be worse than I could even imagine. I didn’t feel as though I knew him anymore and it couldn’t have been truer. I didn’t because he wasn’t Bram. Not really.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I know I do, even if my actions don’t always show it. It’s there inside of me. My mind tells me it is. Do you hear me? I love you, Everleigh. Say it. Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me.”
My lips parted and my nails sunk into his forearms. Although I hated the word, what would happen if I defied him? I had meant to, but I wasn’t stupid.
“Master.”
“Yes.” Bram’s lips crushed into mine and I was suddenly on my back while he was covering me. Tears burned my eyes, but the trapped feeling ignited within me even more.
“I knew you still loved me. I knew you were in there somewhere. Say it, again.”
“M-Master.”
I rake down Bram’s back as his cock inched into my entrance. The shock of his size shouldn’t have been there, but it was. Inch by inch he stretched me to full capacity. I cried out, nearly yelling as he stilled and rubbed circles over my clit. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to roar to the front. I was so close and it was torture as he took his time letting me adjust.
“Tell me you love me, too. Tell me you want this.”
My legs drew up to his hips and my slave was at home as I wrapped myself around him. “I love you. You know that.” Before I could say more, Bram surged forward. The scream that followed my orgasm was cut off by his brutal thrusts. He pounded into me so hard that I could barely catch my breath, more or less, make sound.
“You lie. You used to. You don’t anymore.”
“No … I do.”
My voice cracked and I felt my heart race.
“Say you want this. Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
“Lie. I’ll make you,” he ground out. “I’ll make you, again. You’re close, but not quite there.”
He pushed my legs up, holding at my shins as he forced my thighs toward my chest. The depth he reached had me gasping. Slowly, he withdrew, only to push in even deeper. I watched as he stared at our joining in what appeared fascination. He looked gone. Possessed by something more than just fucking me.
“We’re going to sleep together like we did before. I’m going to have you so much that all I’m going to know is your touch and smell. You’ll suffocate me, slave, and our love will have no other choice but to bring me back.” He let go of one of my legs and his thumb rubbed over my clit. My whimper didn’t deter him from what he kept watching. Him—me. His cock filling every part of me.
“Master?”
“Almost. Not yet.”
The thrusts increased and sweat beaded our bodies as he made me edge. His arms came up and he weaved in my hair, holding my head securely. Grounding me as he not only tried to tear our love from me, but from himself. My core tightened once again and loud moans were beginning to leave both of us.
“Kiss me, Master.”
“Watch me,” he ordered, lowering to press his lips to mine.
Blue sucked me in and I could feel him swell inside of me. His hips ground into my innermost thighs and I cried out from the pleasure and pain as our orgasms came at the same time. Warmth shot deep and the desperation in his eyes triggered my own. But not like he probably hoped.
I was still here. I was still in control.
Chapter 24
West
“Shh. It’s okay. Go to daddy.”
A smile burst onto my face as I looked between Everleigh and our son. Joy blossomed around me and I quickly wiped the tears as I reached out, taking the small infant into my arms. He was so beautiful. So tiny. I’d never given becoming a father much thought, but as I stared into the bright blue eyes that peered up at me, my heart swelled so big that I almost couldn’t see him through the happy tears that blinded me.
“My son. Our son.” I laughed, glancing up at her as I continued to take in his full lips that were sucking against his tiny fist. Jesus, this couldn’t be real, but it was. Everleigh was before me, staring at me with more love than I had ever seen on her face. And me, I could feel the weight of the infant I held. His little sounds echoed around me and his head shook back and forth while he began to fuss.
“Isn’t he beautiful, husband? He’s so observant. He watches everything.”
“Yes,” I whispered, still staring down as Everleigh’s fingers brushed his light brown hair forward. There was barely any there, but I knew he’d have my color. “He’s g-going to be so smart. I can tell. He k-knows things, already. Look at how he’s staring at me. He knows I’m his f-father. Don’t you?” I said, laughing and slightly bouncing him in a smooth rhythm while he let out a louder noise.
The door opened and my features turned hard at seeing Bram walk in. His eyebrows rose with amusement, but I ignored him, turning to the side to guard my son. I brought my attention back to Everleigh, shaking my head in disgust.
“Don’t pay attention to him, husband. He’s just jealous. Here, let me take baby West. It’s time for his feeding, anyway.”
“But I d-don’t want you to leave. Ignore Bram. He doesn’t matter. He’s no one.”
“Who you talking to, West?”
I refused to answer. I drew my son in closer to my chest and continued the soothing motions as he began to cry. “It’s okay. You don’t h-have to listen to that bad man, either. Daddy w
ill protect you. I’ll n-never let anyone hurt you or your mother.”
“Ah. Family visit? I hope I’m not interrupting.”
My eyes cut over my shoulder. “You know you are. Why are you h-here?”
“I thought we’d compare family photos.” He lifted his hand while his smile grew. Everleigh stepped in closer, taking baby West from my arms. There was slight fear in her eyes as she stared at him and backed away. I didn’t like it. Back and forth, I took them in, feeling something bubble within me that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Why are you afraid? Did he do s-something to you?” She and my son flickered and I blinked through the confusion. My hand lifted, but I couldn’t speak as they dimmed even more.
“Are you finished?”
Bram got closer and I felt my lips peel back in anger as she disappeared for good. “What have you done to my w-wife? She’s afraid of you. She’s ….” My words slowed as the feelings within me grew. Thoughts? Memories? Yes, I was suddenly in another room. And she was … Bram …” An aggravated yell left me and the bottom of my fist slammed into the side of my head as I was back before him. What was it? It was all so warped in my mind. Everleigh, she had been talking to me. She … we… family. And then Bram. He came up from behind her from nowhere. He … kissed her. Yes! He’d kissed my wife and she started to fight him. She didn’t want him. She wanted me. The look she had given me before she walked away, it had been full of terror for the situation she was being put in.
A yell tore from my lips and I lunged forward only to be stopped by pressure wrapped around my waist. Chains? Did I hear chains? What the fuck was going on? My head shook, but I didn’t break the eye contact Bram and I held.