"H-He took me by surprise," I say through a whimper when he repeats the languid movement of his tongue on my clit. "He pushed me to the floor and asked where my dad hid money."
I gasp when he starts circling, a moan forming at the back of my throat.
"We had none. We never have any. Nothing was valuable in that house, and he didn't like that."
I try to breathe deeply, but I choke on another moan. "Fuck, Achilles…"
"What did he do when he had you on the floor?" The rumble of his voice against my skin makes me shake harder.
"He had rope. He tied my hands behind my back, and he ransacked the house. And when he didn't find anything…oh God…Fuck." His tongue works me over with more pressure, pushing away the feeling of the ropes around my wrists.
Instead, I feel the thread Achilles used. They keep me in the present, and so does the pleasure. It grounds me, links me to him in ways he hasn't done before.
"God, Nyx," he growls against me. "You're doing so well, baby. Tell me about the blindfold."
"I don't know why he blindfolded me," I admit, panting. "I think it was just another way to scare me."
Teeth nibble at my clit as a reward, and I sink into the sensation.
"He kept me on my front," I grunt and grind my hips. "He crushed me with his weight. And when I tried to fight back, he slipped his hand around my throat. And he squeezed."
Achilles teases my entrance with two fingers, and slowly, he pushes in, driving me to the brink of sanity. There are no more flashes; the night is just unfolding through my lips, but I'm very much in the present. I'm writhing under his touch, pleasure overwhelming me as I feel myself about to burst at the seams.
"It wasn't very long," I moan. "But I was defenseless." Just like I am now, stuck in Achilles's web, having accepted my fate. "I thought I was going to pass out at some point. He was making me so dizzy, but I couldn't tell if my vision was blacking because of the blindfold. I—I— Fuck, I'm going to come."
My breath stutters, my head spinning, and he doesn't stop.
I come harder than I ever have before, a deliverance tearing me apart and leaving me in a million broken pieces.
But the comedown is worse than ever before.
Tears flood my face the second it's over, sobs wracking me to my bones, especially in a lying position. He's quick to remove the blindfold and cut off the twine.
"Come here, baby," he murmurs.
He helps me sit up and takes me in his arms. Lifting me, he kisses me, tasting of me. I loosely wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us back upstairs.
Caressing my hair and my back, he murmurs how brave I've been. It always shocks me to realize how strong he is. Achilles is tall, but he doesn't appear that big when he's dressed in his everyday clothes. He's not some gym-bro type, not necessarilyworking on looking muscly to outside eyes. He hides his strength well, and he easily keeps me in his arms as he turns on the bath.
A few minutes later, he rids me of his t-shirt, then carefully puts me in the hot water. All my muscles relax instantly. It smells of lavender, and the salts are heaven to my cold skin.
"Breathe," he whispers tenderly as he squats outside the bath. "I'm here, and it's over."
He uses his index finger to brush my fringe out of the way. "You're safe now, my little survivor."
My eyes drop, and I shake my head.
"You wouldn't think so highly of me if you knew what I did that night."
I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them, inhaling the delicate scent of the bath.
"Nyx, there's absolutely nothing you could tell me that would make me change my mind about you."
"I came," I say harshly, hissing the sound like I'm angry athimthat it happened. A man who didn't even know I existed back then. "He raped me. And I orgasmed."
His hand cups my cheek, and he forces me to look at him. He's come so close to me, his elbow is dipping into the water, wetting the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Chase knew about it," I admit in a squeak. "He called me a slut for it."
