“I am. Always have been.”
Fuck, I love that she’s playing along. That she doesn’t fight me on the wordprisoner, that she accepts it as the fact it is.
“This…”
I round the pedestal, stopping right next to her head. Elowyn’s eyes widen as she follows my every move.
“This isn’t just a ribbon. It’s a gag. Open up.” One tap on her mouth, and Elowyn parts her lips. “Good girl.”
Praising Elowyn isn’t just a kink this morning. It’s a necessity. Everygood girlis anotherI’m sorry.
Her flushed cheeks mean she likes it too.
Carefully, I slide the ribbon between her teeth, over her tongue. The material grows dark, soaking with spit.
Her eyes are even darker, the black pushing out the gray entirely.
A dirty, twisted thought invades my consciousness.
“But before I tie this around you.” I lean forward, my face hovering inches over hers. Our breaths mingle, both hot. “I’m going to spit in that pretty mouth. So you’ll have both youandme dripping down your chin and going down your throat. A reminder that no matter how much you hate me, I’m always there. Always a part of you.”
The sound she makes in the back of her throat—part desire, part panic—is enough to drive a man insane.
I don’t think she has any idea how perfect she is. Filthy, raw, and mine.
My mouth waters for a taste of these glistening lips. There’ll be time for that.
Now, I’m going to do what I told her I would, and that’s spitting into her waiting mouth.
She coughs when I’m done, her gaze slightly panicked as she looks at me for help. God, she’s beautiful like this. I’ve been waiting to be the person she leans on my entire life.
“Relax your throat.” While she struggles, I run my knuckles over her jawline. “You’ve got this. My brave little moon. Breathe.”
Like a masterpiece whose true pigment I’m coaxing back into the light, she works her throat. She swallows a little, letting the rest marinate on her tongue, and then she settles.
I hum in approval, and her cheeks burn bright red.
Then I turn my attention to the gag.
My fingers are used to knotting and unknotting bandage strips, ribbons. A decade ago, I tied up Ross too.
All forgettable.
This gag drawn snug around Elowyn’s head is the one knot I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
“I meant what I said. You might hate me after today. Not because there’s something wrong with you.” Our eyes meet. Understanding shines in hers. “It’s me. I’m the problem.”
I thank her for listening, for bearing with me by kissing her temple.
“I’m the motherfucking monster who doesn’t deserve you. But guess what? I’m keeping you anyway.” I lick the spit trickling down her jaw. Groan at the taste of us, at the sound of the choked moan she can’t suppress. “I won’t let you go. Not now, not ever.”
She only nods, the gag and my spit preventing her from speaking.
“First, though, I need you to know how sorry I am. I was wrong to punish you. Wrong to believe I could live without you once my revenge was over.” I cup her cheek with one hand, turning her head farther to the side, even more toward me. “Wewere meant to be. I’m your first, your last, your only fucking man, Elowyn. I see that now. Clearly.”
She flutters her eyelashes, and I take it as my sign to continue.
“Ten years ago, that night before I disappeared, your brother and I had been out for hours.” My hand slides lower, down her collarbone, between her breasts. She whimpers when I roll one nipple between my fingers, the other. “You know why?”
