Deviant

by Gemma James

  Having her naked with her nipples clamped while I waited for company heated my blood. Or maybe we’d just been on our own for so long, no one else around for miles, that I wanted to test how well she’d obey me in the presence of others.

  Especially if that other person was Jax.

  8. Underwater Excursions - Alex

  I was thankful for the summer heat. Despite the warm weather outside, goosebumps arose on my skin, compliments of my lack of clothing.

  This felt wrong, being naked while Rafe worked at my side, clothed in gym shorts, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to argue with him. My nipples throbbed from the clothespins, but every so often I caught him staring at them, his eyes dark with want, and the answering twinge between my thighs reminded me that I needed to be on my best behavior.

  If he didn’t fuck me into the next century soon, I might die.

  “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he said, a knowing smile curving his mouth.

  God, yes.

  “Thinking about what?” I pulled my lower lip between my teeth because I knew it drove him nuts.

  “You don’t do coy very well.” He moved behind me and settled his hands over mine as I grated cheese for the omelets he planned to cook. “Look at you,” he whispered, his lips teasing my neck, “being all domestic…and naked. The naked part is by far my favorite.”

  “Rafe…” I sighed, and the block of cheese dropped to the counter, followed by the metal grater. He flicked the clothespins, and I let out a desperate groan.

  “What will you give me in return for an orgasm?”

  “Anything.”

  “That’s a dangerous answer.” He lowered a hand and cupped my pussy. “How about a blow job?”

  “A blow job?” I arched a brow because I sucked him off all the time. That wasn’t my idea of a difficult task.

  “Fuck yeah, Alex. I want you to suck me off…in the tub.”

  And there it was.

  I stilled in his arms, but my heartbeat had other ideas. It accelerated to match the speed of a Bugatti. “Anything but that,” I pleaded, shaking my head.

  “I don’t want anything else. I brought you here to confront fears. The tub’s one of them.”

  “No! I-I can’t.” I pushed against the cage of his embrace, and he responded by banding an arm across my chest, his fingers clamping around my shoulder. He gripped me by the neck, and the heady smell of myself on his fingers drifted to my nose.

  “We haven’t bathed properly in weeks. Let’s take a bath and put your mouth to good use.”

  He wasn’t going to back down. Panic rose in my throat. He’d force me into the tub kicking and screaming. As if reading my thoughts, Rafe twirled me to face him then hefted me over his shoulder. The unchopped veggies, ham, and cheese were forgotten on the counter as he stalked toward the private bathroom off our bedroom.

  “Please, Rafe! Don’t do this.”

  He entered the bathroom, and the door slammed shut behind us. He lowered me to my feet before cradling my face between hands that issued as much pain as they did pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then prove it.” He plucked a clothespin from my nipple, making me yelp, and used it to clamp my nostrils closed. “Suck me off under the water.”

  This was the side of him that terrified me—the unchecked darkness that ruled his actions. The part of him that bulldozed over my defenses, annihilating my limits as if they never existed in the first place.

  Between parted lips, I breathed fast and shallow. “I’m scared,” I said, cringing at the nasally tone of my voice due to the clothespin on my nose.

  He placed a finger against my lips. “This mouth isn’t made for talking right now. It’s made for sucking. Turn around.”

  I pivoted as he opened and shut a drawer, then the sensation of cool metal circled my wrists. Other means of restraints gave the illusion of the possibility for escape, but not handcuffs.

  He removed the remaining makeshift clamp from my nipple, and the rush of blood radiated pain. I ground my teeth together as he switched on the faucet in the tub.

  I wanted to run.

  This was too much like the time on the island, when I had run, but he’d forced me into the tub anyway. He’d tortured the truth out of me.

  Now he was forcing me to face my fears using the same method, as if submerging me in water would wash away my lack of trust in him. Because it was there, burrowing underneath all the things I did trust him with.

  My body, my well-being, my safety.

  But not my heart.

  I’d given it to him freely, but my nightmares proved I was scared he’d disappear with it, leaving the type of gaping hole in my soul he’d carved out the first time he left.

  Not just left…pretended to be dead.

  My anger over that never ceased to fester. It was a beast inside me I couldn’t dispel.

  The water shut off, and Rafe dropped his shorts. “Get in. We’ll start slow, I promise.”

  I lifted a leg and set one foot in the tub. Seconds ticked by as our eyes met. I found madness and lust and determination in his green orbs.

  Rafe had beautiful eyes. For all the darkness that corrupted him, he was beautiful through and through. As I stepped fully into the tub, I lowered my gaze to his ink.

  How many times had I traced those black tribal lines with my fingers? Explored them with nothing more than the tip of my tongue, the salt of his skin a treat on my tastebuds? And Jesus, his cock. It stood proud, the tip jutting toward me, as if already seeking the warmth of my mouth.

  Rafe nodded toward the slanted end of the tub. “Lie down.”

  I dipped into the warm water, and only after I reclined did I realize how vulnerable the position left me. The tub was enormous, my toes barely touching the other end, and with my hands restrained at the small of my back, mobility was limited. I squirmed, shimmied, even balanced my spine on my fists, but one wrong move would send me under the water.

  He reached over the rim and filled my pussy with two thick fingers. A deep moan rumbled from my throat, ushering me into surrender as I bowed my spine.

  “Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, and you’re going to stop yourself from coming. You can do that for me, right baby?”

  Unable to find my voice, I nodded, though I would have agreed to anything he said in that moment. He thrust his fingers in and out several times, pushing me to the edge of orgasm.

  “Oh God. I can’t!”

  “Yes, you can.” His voice was calm. Assuring. As he kept up the steady cadence of his finger-fucking, I thrashed my head back and forth, breathing noisily through my mouth.

  Concentrating on not coming.

  Impossible. He was trying to kill me, and he hadn’t even shoved me under the water yet.

  He reached for a bar of soap and slid it down the valley of my breasts, maddeningly slow. Next, he circled my aching nipples, leaving a trail of suds that he washed away with warm water only seconds later.

  “I’m gonna come,” I panted.

  “No, you’re not.” Withdrawing his fingers, he stood and entered the tub with a splash, and my heartbeat took off in a gallop as he straddled my chest, his muscled thighs surrounding my shoulders. He lifted long enough to reach behind him and grab my thigh, tugging me down a couple of inches until water enclosed me up to my ears.

  “Rafe!” Panic seized my voice, and I gazed up at him with tears in my eyes as I kicked against the other end of the tub to no avail. His weight on my chest kept me from gaining an inch of leverage.

  He brought his index finger to my lips. “What did I say about this mouth?”

  I clamped my lips shut for several seconds, until the need for air burned my lungs, and I opened wide, greedy for air.

  And that’s when he pushed his cock into my mouth, his warm, smooth shaft heavy on my tongue.

  “Blink three times when you need air.”

  Each beat o
f my heart counted the seconds. Our eyes locked and held. He didn’t move, and I couldn’t move.

  I couldn’t even breathe.

  The need for air became too great. I blinked frantically, prompting him to pull out.

  “Forty seconds at a time, babe. You ready?”

  “No.” I swallowed hard, pleading with a desperate glance. “Don’t pull me under. Rafe, I’m begging you.”

  “You know what begging does to me.” He positioned the head of his cock at my lips. “Take a deep breath.”

  I did, gulping in air as if it were my last breath, and he shoved inside. As I fastened my lips around his erection, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me under.

  9. Deviant Games - Rafe

  Feet thrashing. Water sloshing. The force of thrusting hips. The suction of gorgeous lips wrapped around flesh-covered steel.

  Fuck, how could something so wrong feel so good?

  A groan rumbled from my throat, and I almost didn’t recognize the sound of my voice. It was a primal sound, a raw and savage consequence of the sexually depraved act I’d forced upon Alex.

  Instead of stopping me, it only spurred me on, and I became entranced by the way her lips moved up and down my shaft. Alex’s dark curls floated around her submerged face, eyes shuttered in anguish. I had her suspended in hell, her only reprieve the necessity for air.

  Her only weapon against me the freedom of her tongue

  Goddamn, her tongue drove me wild. Forcing her under water did things to me—things I didn’t want to analyze because doing this to her shouldn’t feel so fucking good, but it did.

  Beyond good.

  It was fucking rapturous.

  If I could give her just one thing, it would be this feeling.

  But this feeling was dangerous, an addiction I couldn’t fight. Dangerous didn’t begin to describe the game I played with Alex’s life every time I stole her breath. Using water to do it only added another layer to my twisted proclivities.

  She whined around my cock, and I jerked her upward by the shoulders, withdrawing from her mouth after her face broke the surface. She gulped in lungfuls of air, interspersed with a couple of coughs. Water dripped from her hair, down her face, and when she opened her eyes, those jade orbs I adored so much were rimmed in red.

  Unable to help myself, I leaned down and claimed her mouth, pushing my tongue against hers as our moans blended and echoed off the bathroom walls. Slowly breaking the kiss, I inched back and trailed kisses along her jawline.

  “You don’t know what you do to me,” I whispered, still kissing her wet skin.

  As the seconds passed, her breathing evened out. “I can’t do this,” she pleaded.

  “You can.” I veered back and met her eyes. “I might be on my knees right now, but you’ve dragged me to them, Alex.” Not giving her a chance to protest again, I dick-slapped her cheek then shoved back into the hot, wet glove of her mouth and submerged her once more.

  And we settled into a rhythm, forty seconds at a time.

  Forty seconds of unimaginable ecstasy for me, and a never ending reign of terror for her. The constant throb in my balls had long ago buried my conscience.

  Nothing else existed but my cock, her warm mouth, and her head under water.

  And her pleas for it to stop every time her beautiful face broke the surface.

  Hell, I could fuck her mouth like this all day, and I was tempted to. Having to stop every forty seconds certainly prolonged it. I yanked her from the water again and let her hoard air.

  After she’d gasped in enough breaths to satiate her need for life, she glared at me.

  She fucking glared.

  No fearful, pleading looks from Alex.

  Those were gone, replaced by fierce, indignant anger.

  If I’d had any doubt before that this woman was made for me, I didn’t now. She bent under my will, submitting to be used as a fuck-hole, and in the face of confronting her biggest fear, she still came at me with attitude.

  “God, I fucking love you.”

  “Then stop waterboarding me and come already.”

  A smile threatened to tilt my mouth. “It’s gonna take more than forty seconds to make me blow my load, babe.” I ran the tip of my cock across her lips. “Besides, I like watching you struggle under water. It shows me how fucking unbreakable you are.”

  “No one’s unbreakable.”

  “Not the average person, but you’re far from average.” I pressed against the stubborn seam of her mouth. “Open.”

  That glare of hers grew in intensity as she parted her lips. I slid inside, but this time I didn’t push her under. Each thrust of my hips brought me to the back of her throat, eliciting a heaving gag. After twenty seconds, I shoved her under again, knowing the remaining time would seem like an eternity to her, since I hadn’t given her the chance to prepare.

  She kicked her legs, renewed with strength and fear, and scraped me with her teeth. I hauled her face out of the bath water, and she sputtered and cursed at me. “Does this make you happy, Rafe?”

  “Fuck yes. Euphoric. How about you?”

  “Go to hell.”

  “I’m headed there already.”

  “Please, Rafe. I can’t take any more.” A sob bled from her quivering lips, and the darkness inside me snapped.

  I was sure she could handle more—hours upon hours of pushing her under—because she was fucking strong. Stronger than me.

  Kinder than me.

  More lovable than me.

  I leaned down until our noses touched. “Okay. We’ll stop, but if I don’t come, you don’t come.”

  “Fine,” she snapped, her blazing eyes spitting the wrath of her ire. “Let me go, and we can both be frustrated.”

  Fuck, if my cock didn’t hate me as I stood on my knees and pulled her upright. Reaching for the key to the cuffs on the counter, I kept my gaze trained on her. The way she returned my stare gave me pause. She gritted her teeth together, brows arched low over her eyes, the angles of her face a mural of determination.

  I might not be able to see the wheels in her head turning, but I sensed them, going round and round with nefarious ideas of payback. I reached around her and unlocked the cuffs before dropping them over the rim of the tub. The metal clanked to the floor, and that’s when she struck, shoving me with such raging strength that I fell into the water, my back slamming against the other end of the tub.

  As Alex straddled my thighs, she removed the clothespin from her nose and tossed it on the floor. I was damn glad the faucet was situated in the middle of the tub against the wall, otherwise, I might have cracked the back of my head open. In mere seconds, she had me under her spell, her fingers gouging my shoulders as her pussy sheathed me with an angry, downward plunge. I leaned my head back, rapid breaths escaping through parted lips, and watched her while she fucked me.

  It would be so easy to take control, to stand and throw her over my shoulder and stomp into the bedroom like a fucking caveman, where I could do everything and anything to her.

  The types of punishing things that made me breathe faster, moan louder, give in quicker.

  Gripping her hips, I slammed her onto my cock so hard the contact radiated through us both. “Goddamn, Alex.”

  Water splashed, and she tipped her head back, long, wet curls sliding off her shoulders. The beautiful column of her neck drew my gaze, then I dipped lower, entranced by the jiggle of her tits, the contraction of my inked name on her abdomen as she tightened her muscles, and the strength in her thighs that steadied her ferocious pace.

  I couldn’t stop her.

  She’d turned the tables on me, and now I lay underneath her, helpless in unrestrained repose. Her rosy nipples drew taut, her jaw slackened, her lids shuttered. That seductive mouth of hers formed a perfect O as a cry of completion launched from her throat.

  She was fucking coming.

  Breaking the rules.

  Exerting her power over me in this moment.

  I was helpless to stop th
e eruption.

  “Fucking look at me.”

  Her eyes locked on mine, lids at half-mast from her orgasm, and the connection between us did me in. The pressure in my balls reached zenith, and I jerked her body flush with my lap, burying my cock as deep as possible as I exploded inside her rebellious cunt.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck!”

  We stared at each other afterward, our chests rising and falling fast from the chaos of our deviant games. I let go of her hips and dropped my arms like deadweight. She slumped forward, and her tits smashed against my chest as she laid her head on my shoulder.

  Our heartbeats thrashed to the same rhythm, our bones softening to the same jelly-like substance that stole the life from our marrow.

  But we were still joined, my semi lengthening into a greedy piston once more.

  And her hips responded to our mutual dance.

  10. Visitors - Alex

  Rafe and I were back in the kitchen when a black pickup pulled into the driveway. I stalled chopping peppers for the omelets, and my heart skipped a beat.

  “Who’s here?”

  Rafe continued whipping eggs in a bowl, an unworried expression on his face. I took in his non-reaction to the unfamiliar truck in the driveway as my cue not to panic, which wasn’t easy, as I’d been in fight-or-flight mode for so long when it came to unexpected shit.

  “It’s Jax and…” he trailed off, his brows narrowing over eyes cast in brilliance from the sun shining through the square kitchen window. Clay pots homing long-dead plants lined the windowsill. “He’s got company with him. That’s all I know.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?”

  He raised a brow, his mouth a wry slant. “I was a little preoccupied.”

  Preoccupied with shoving my head under water. It happened an hour ago, but I still experienced a visceral response.

  Accelerated pulse. Sweat dripping down my spine. Thready breaths.