RAE
“Because I want to be released.” Rae barely controlled the rising guilt, and the tears that chased it. The guilt of her mother’s death. The guilt of her brother’s relationship. She wanted the punishment, and the forgiveness that came with it. She trusted Titus, more than she’d trusted anyone.
She found herself craving him, and that alone should have scared her, and yet it didn’t. Because there was just something there, something that clicked. It was as if she’d always been looking for the other half of her soul, the person who knew about her past, knew about her present, and wasn’t afraid of her future.
He understood what she needed, before she even realised herself.
“Are you going to be a brat, or a good girl?” he asked, and Rae melted at the rough silk of his tone.
Rae trembled, his face stern as he watched her, his single wing a great shadow at his back. “What will you do if I’m a brat?”
His smile intensified the tension, the air electric between them to the point static tickled along her skin. “Put your hands above your head, and keep them there. Now.”
Rae didn’t move, desire pooling between her thighs at his command.
He stepped back, and Rae cried out at the loss of his heat. A rip, him tearing the bottom of her sodden dress into strips.
“Wait, what are you –?” Rae released a squeak when he pulled her towards him, his movements precise as he wrapped the ribbons of fabric around her wrists separately before attaching them to the posts of the bed. It was tight enough her arms were spread, but loose enough she could wiggle, still be restrained , her butt perched on the end.
Titus said nothing as he flipped her, her arms crossing beneath her breasts as she found herself on her knees, head pressed into the soft duvet. His breath was hot along her spine, his body covering hers.
“This is nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” he whispered, nibbling at her throat. “I can already imagine you stuffed with toys, begging me to let you come.”
“Titus.” Rae tried to clench her legs, but he’d slipped his thigh between them. “Please.”
“You wanted this, remember.”
She shivered as he gently stroked along her skin. “We’re going to use colours. Green is good, amber is okay, and red is stop. Do you understand?” When she took too long to answer he slapped his palm across her butt, the sting sharp. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she wheezed, trembling, her thighs already embarrassingly wet. She’d tensed before the smack, but as soon as his palm hit, adrenaline had heightened the sensation, her skin sensitive when he gently brushed his fingers over the sting.
It felt… amazing, even the slight after burn. It made her feel alive, anchored to reality. Connected to Titus.
He pressed his erection against her hip, so thick and heavy she ached to have him inside, to stretch her to the very edge. She wanted to feel the cool hardness of his piercing, but that was absent too.
“Don’t move,” he said, his heat disappearing from behind her.
Rae turned her head, her arms pulled, trapped beneath her breasts. She couldn’t see where he’d gone, body twisting as something hot scorched her skin, cooling quickly.
Wax, he’d poured wax from one of the twisted candles.
“Colour,” he demanded, and it took a second for her to gather her thoughts over all the sensations. Another drop, just above where her skin still stung from his palm. “Use your words, Rae.”
“Green,” she said, panting into the sheets. “Green.”
The wax had already hardened, his fingers pressing it further into his skin. “Good girl,” he breathed, and she relaxed into his voice. The next drop slid between her cheeks, burning a trail that had her panting, his fingers chasing the wax. He dipped between her legs, circling her clit, but not touching.
She was already close to an orgasm, body quivering with anticipation just from the situation. “Titus,” she moaned, trying to thrust her hips, only for him to pull away. She yelped when he smacked the other side of her butt, the wax extra hot on the fresh sting as he tipped the candle immediately after.
“I told you not to move,” he said, fingers returning to her clit, but again, just teasing. “Only good girls get to come.”
“I’ll be a good girl,” she begged. “Please, just –”
Two fingers slipped inside, thumb brushing gently against her clit and she exploded so fast a cry was torn from her throat. Her pussy convulsed, his fingers continuing to thrust while his thumb pressed harder against her pulsating clit. He didn’t relent, even when she cried out raucously. He seemed to know her body, know every cry and moan. He brought her to another orgasm painfully fast, only to pull away as she was just on the edge. Her body ached from where she’d tensed, muscles jelly as she relaxed forward, hair sticking to her face.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He rubbed the wax against her skin. “But you don’t get to come again unless it’s against my cock.”
He nudged her further onto the bed, sliding behind her, thighs spreading her legs wider. She felt his head nudge at her entrance, and she wanted to shift back, needing him inside her, but she knew he would deny her if she did. Probably force another orgasm out of her, before finally stretching her in punishment. So she stayed perfectly still, stomach tense as she waited, his cock pushing in so slowly she cried out.
