Editor: lil_meow6 (a baddie w/o question)
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Enjoy -CR
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A heat that I thought abandoned me when I had escaped Archer, weaved its way back into my veins and lit me up.
His eyes, usually so serious, melted into intense liquid blackness. That blackness never wavered from the accusation that I had robbed him for the past two years.
"You heard me, Mina. You know I'm going to be angry if I have to ask you again," he said his voice just as smooth as the rest of him.
His muscles rolled under the beautiful shirt that was begging to be peeled away.
Once upon a time, I would have undone each button, kissing the scorching skin underneath. Because, to do so would have pleased him and that's what I had lived for. To please him, to beg, to let him pull my strings like a lost little puppet.
"I'm not taking my clothes off," I said but I heard the weakness there. I could slap myself. I was supposed to show him
New Mina
. The Mina who didn't have his signature all over her skin.
"Is that so?" he murmured, moving closer, his eyes already taking my clothes off for me.
"Yeah, that's so. Just go back to your bedroom, Archer. I'm tired. I don't want to do this tonight," I said my eyes starting to strain from not wanting to look away from him.
His face hardened, ice emanating from him, "You're talking a big game, Mina."
I clenched my jaw, "Don't you fucking dare—"
Before I could prove just how brave I had become, Archer's arm was around my waist pulling me from the wall. His other hand swiped out, grabbing the back of my knee. His fingers steepled into the soft skin and he yanked me off my feet.
My back hit the mattress, threatening to push all the air out of my lungs. Archer didn't waste any time holding me down with his body weight.
Every curve and dip that I had missed was now against mine.
"What am I going to do with you?" he said nuzzling against the pulse in my neck. The primal movement reminded me that this was still my Archer underneath all those sharp lines and precision.
"Let me go...please," I breathed, his smell so good and powerful.
"No." He said simply and I felt cold metal settle around my wrists. Pulling at my arms I wasn't surprised to find my hands handcuffed to my headboard.
"Archer, I don't want this! I don't want you! Why can't you get that? I left because I. Did. Not. Want. You."
Archer's hand clamped over my mouth, squeezing my jaw until I was whimpering with pain. "Shut your mouth," He whispered, his face enraged.
He jerked upright, looking down on me, his breath the heaviest sound between us. He closed his eyes and took a moment to collect himself.
Finally, with my heart clattering in fear, he opened them. He had controlled whatever had broken free and gave me a cruel smile. Sharp teeth poised to tear right into me.
"You know," he said playfully, "you could always do this to me. You know just what to say to hurt me, Mina."
He started to unbutton his shirt and the golden morning light outlined and perfected him. Archer's body had hardened even more...the lithe muscles of his twenties giving way to the bulk of a man in his prime.
God, he could break every bone in my body if he wanted.
He unbuttoned his slacks, his cock already as hard as his thoughts. I couldn't help it; couldn't stop the knot that formed between my legs. I panted, remembering the orgasm I'd given myself in my bathtub. He had been there, manifested with my desire and submission.
This wasn't a manifestation. Archer was here, his presence gorgeous and formidable. I didn't want him to touch me. I didn't want him searing me with that morning light that was just as attracted to him as I was.
"Archer, I—"
"I gave you an order to not speak," he said, turning to my dresser and wrenching it open. He paused for a moment then plucked what he wanted.
In his hand was the orange, paisley scarf, I had bought when we had all gone on vacation to the Island owned by the organization. The trip had been a gift to the LADS and between the heat of the exotic air and Archer's hands on my skin it had been a miracle of a birth control prescription that I hadn't walked away pregnant.
Archer stepped back to the bed and, ignoring my stiff jaw, used the scarf to gag me.
"It isn't about you. Not this time." He said coming over me. His powerful hands gripped my thighs as he moved them apart.
I jumped when his hand cupped my pussy, the thin material of panties out of his way quicker than I could blink. The cool air settled on my exposed lips as he pushed me wider to gaze at my flesh.
He ran one a finger over my sensitive clit and circled my opening, promising to slide into me.
But he didn't.
Pushing up the white cotton gown I had been given, he ran his hands over my skin.
"You're too thin, Mina." he whispered running his hands over my ribs. "Why didn't you take care of yourself?"
He didn't seem to be looking for an answer, not that I could even give him one.
He looked up at me, squeezing my waist between his hands. " This isn't going to fly with me. I won't let you hurt yourself just to hurt me."
Of course, he pegged me. Like a sharp little thumbtack.
He leaned down, his black hair falling over his forehead, and kissed my skin as if he was afraid I'd dissipate. With each kiss, he'd breathe, pulling my scent back into him, stealing it, pulling us back together when I had stretched us so far apart.
"I won't let you hurt me anymore," he murmured as his hands massaged my tits through my bra. Finally, his fingers dipped under the material and I moaned against the gag as he pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
"Good girl," he said, his voice becoming raw. He nudged the cups out of the way, pushing the plump flesh in and out. I could see my nipples vibrating with my breath. Archer's mouth latched on and I tried not to make another sound. God knows, I didn't want him to know that the ice that I had encased in my soul for so long was easily thawing with his touch.
I could feel his cock pushing against my belly and I wiggled under him, wanting to feel him inside of me. I would deal with the betrayal of myself later.
Archer was mumbling sentiments I couldn't make out and I yelped when his hands landed on my hips. He pulled me further under him causing the handcuffs to bite into my skin. The small pain set off all the training he had put me through, all the times I completely splintered apart under him... my pleasure tipped onto pain. Sick and completely addictive.
It all piled up on me: his hands, the painful grips, the promise of orgasms. All in the strokes of his skin against mine.
My mewling against the scarf made us both shiver. I couldn't help it, I couldn't stay quiet.
Archer licked the pulse in my neck then moved down to nip the skin between my breasts, his teeth scraping against bone.
His powerful body reared above me: the planes God-like. I had never been able to hide my attraction to Archer. He was more than just beautiful...he was capable. I had had plenty of run-ins with men who were wholesome and sweet and should have been right for me.
But there was something missing. Always something missing.
"I should be punishing you right now. You destroyed so much for me. You lied, Mina, and I want you to hurt as badly..." He cut off, almost as if he'd revealed too much.
"It doesn't matter," Archer said more to himself, "I have you and it doesn't matter."
His fingers gripped my inner thighs, ticklish and painful, and forced them further apart. It was incredibly vulnerable and lewd to be spread open for him.
He let out a heavy breath, closing his eyes briefly. "I want to taste you so badly."
He leaned down and kissed the inside of my thigh. The feel of his mouth so close to my pussy made my stomach fall with anticipation. I wanted to feel his mouth sucking on the core center of me. It was my favorite thing because of him.
"But not yet, this isn't about you."
I groaned into the gag, frustration making me annoyed. I wanted to feel him moving inside of me again even if it was disrespectful to the two years I'd stayed gone.
I was starting to feel warmth again. Hot, slick emotions that were tripping back into my soul and if I could feel him seated inside of me they would come back full force.
I heard his dark laugh intertwine us together. "Mina, baby, you've missed me, haven't you?"
I felt his fingers swipe down my silky slit and my hips bucked in reflex. He held his fingers up to the light and I could see his fingertips were glistening.
I could just die.
"Beautiful," he murmured, licking his fingers in long strokes. I was hoping he'd put his fingers inside me but instead he nudged my legs wider, kneeling between them I watched as he smeared my juices and his spit over the length of him. Starting at the thick base, he fisted his cock, rolling his hips with each pump.
He leaned forward and his hand snaked up and tightened around my throat then moved to curl into my hair. His touch was getting rougher with each stroke until my hair was pulling at the roots.
"Oh fuck," he moaned,his strokes getting faster, a faint clicking mixing with his breaths.
His face was beautiful to watch as much as it was torture. I wanted to be a part of it, not a bystander like he was forcing me to be.
That thought was enough to make me break out in a sweat. What the fuck was I thinking?
His head went back, the arch of his throat exposed. I felt warm jets of his cum lap over my pussy and onto my belly. They seared more than when I was held down so the tattooist could mark my shoulder.
I had always imagined Archer taking my body in a ferocious claiming that I couldn't control. There was only one issue in that fact. And I wasn't ready to look at it.
Archer's chest heaved, short and stagnant...like an animal satiated.
"I didn't think there was anything you couldn't tell me, Mina. I knew this was difficult. Resigning would be difficult. But you crossed me. You crossed everything I wanted for us."
His voice, absolute, was startling. He spoke as if he had the time to think on this and I guess he did.
The anger that sat in my sternum flared, painful, and vengeful. The same feeling that made me light-headed at seeing my blank apartment.
