Chaos by Sarah Bailey

Ten

Francis

As Scarlett dragged me upstairs, I was sceptical about what she actually wanted. I’d seen the look passing between her and Prescott. The hurt in their expressions. Whilst I thought they should have it out, it hadn’t even been a day yet. She needed time. I was pretty sure Prescott would do anything to fix things between them. He’d changed since she came back into our lives. Not towards other people, but with her, he was softer. The last thing I’d have ever described Prescott as is soft, more like self-involved. Regardless, I couldn’t help feeling as though she wanted to get back at him.

“Scar.”

She paused halfway down the hall on the way to my room, looking back at me with curiosity. She’d told me to call her Scar. Maybe if I did, she might call me Frankie again. My heart pounded at the thought.

“Yeah?”

“Is this what you want? You didn’t just say that to piss them off?”

Why I was asking was a mystery to me, but a huge part of me actually gave a shit about her true feelings. Knowing what I now did about her. What she’d revealed to me last night. Scarlett clearly hadn’t had much agency in her life in the past ten years. We’d taken even more away from her. Guess I also didn’t want her to sleep with me out of spite. Was it fucking crazy I wanted her to want me for me?

She turned around, gripping my hand tighter and pulled me closer.

“Would you be asking if we’d been alone?”

“No.”

Scarlett cocked her head to the side.

“You know what I thought the first time I saw you?”

I shook my head.

“I felt a weird sense of familiarity, like I knew you somehow, which is stupid… then I thought you were hot and wondered what it would be like to kiss you. And you reminded me of home because you smell like apples and cinnamon.” She got a faraway look in her eyes for a long moment. “So, the answer is yes, I do want this, but I also asked in front of them to piss them off. It doesn’t change how I feel about you… especially after last night when you took care of me even though you didn’t have to. You could have left me to cry in the shower and you didn’t. You made me feel safe, Francis. I didn’t feel stupid about being upset over what I did. I know you were complicit in it, but the fact you didn’t let me drown in my own misery made me feel… closer to you.”

I stepped towards her, my body brushing against hers. Whilst I might not fully trust her, I didn’t detect a trace of dishonesty in her voice or expression. And I couldn’t help feeling pleased that something inside her had recognised me immediately.

“Did kissing me live up to your fantasy?”

“More than I could have ever imagined.”

Reaching up with my free hand, I curled a lock of her wavy hair around my finger.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?”

She nodded, those beautiful eyes of hers darkening. My eyes went to her mouth.

“What if these weren’t the only lips I kissed?”

She shuddered, clearly on board with the idea. Many times I’d envisioned having her bound so I could feast on her until she was crying and begging for the pleasure to end. Now I could make it a reality. I wouldn’t use chains. After everything with Chelsea, I didn’t exactly trust myself. But there were other methods to put a strain on her body. Other ways I could tie her up. The thought of it almost made me groan.

“Come then.”

Scarlett allowed me to pull her further down the hall and into my bedroom. I shut the door and turned to her.

“Strip. I need you naked.”

She swallowed but started to obey, pulling her t-shirt off. I walked over to my wardrobe and opened one of the doors. A whole section of it was devoted to my ropes and chains. I pulled out several sets of rope I’d need to play with, and took them over to the bed, laying them out on the covers.

Scarlett moved over to the bed having taken off her clothes and placed them on a set of drawers I had where I was intending to put some of her things. I made her kneel on the bed with her back to me.

“Do you have a hair tie?” I asked, stroking my fingers down her arms.

“Um, yeah, there’s one in my purse.”

She’d left it on my bedside table, so I went and rooted around for it. Coming back over, I put her hair up in a messy bun. It would make my work easier if it wasn’t in the way.

“If at any point it’s too tight or you want me to stop, you need to tell me, okay?”

She turned to look at me.

“What if I tell you to stop but I don’t really want you to?”

I swallowed back my pooling saliva at the thought of her begging me for it to end.

“A safe word then. Say ‘red’ and I’ll stop. Also, move towards the centre of the bed.”

She gave me a nod before she shifted into the middle of the bed. I picked up one of the ropes and got up on the bed. There was a long metal bar I had bolted to the ceiling. Over that, I looped the rope, creating a series of knots to secure it. The rope hung down on two ends.

I knelt behind Scarlett and picked up the next length of rope. I wrapped it around her several times both above and below her breasts, whilst securing it to the rope hanging down from the pole. Then I crossed her arms behind her back and secured those to the rope like a harness. The knots were intricate and in an orderly fashion, not only because it was pleasing to the eye, but to make sure she was secure. I leant over her shoulder to check the ropes were in place around her breasts. I tried not to think too hard about how perfectly they were on show. And especially not the way her nipples had pebbled.

Even seeing her like this without having finished had me gritting my teeth. The ropes dug into her skin to create indents and it was fucking beautiful. I had to adjust myself as my cock dug into my zipper.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” I murmured in her ear. “But I’m not finished yet.”

I gripped her chin and turned her face towards me. Her eyes were wide as I kissed her, pressing myself into her back. She moaned when she felt me. If I wasn’t so fucking patient, I’d bend her over right now and slam inside her. Pulling back, I smiled.

“I need you to stand up, okay?”

I got to my feet and helped her up to hers, then I properly tightened up the rope connecting her to the bar. Now came the difficult part, hoisting her up and securing her legs. Kneeling down, I wrapped a length of rope around each of her thighs so I could secure them to the rope around the bar.

“I’m going to need you to bend your legs for me, okay. The rope will take your weight so don’t worry about that.”

She did as I asked, whilst I pulled her up by the ropes until she was horizontal with the floor. Then I fastened her in place with her legs bent and raised above her back. Her pussy was perfectly on display for me. I wanted to devour her whole.

“Is this okay?” I asked, taking a step back and admiring my handiwork.

She turned her head to look at me.

“Yes, the rope is digging into my skin, but it doesn’t really hurt.”

“You look perfect.”

And she did. I couldn’t have asked for more. It’d taken a lot of practice for me to be able to tie the knots this well and to make sure the woman I played with was safe. Chains were different and it was why shit with Chelsea had gone so wrong. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about her. Not when I had my Scarlett bound in front of me.

Dropping to my knees, I smiled. I’d set her at the perfect height. My fingers ran along her inner thighs, making her tremble. I replaced my fingers with my lips, pressing kisses to her delicate skin. My tongue came next, eliciting a gasp from her pretty little mouth. I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to taste her so fucking badly.

Scarlett whimpered when my tongue delved between her lips. I groaned, holding her thighs as I dipped my tongue inside her pussy, wanting her essence all over it. All I could think about was how delicious she was and how I wanted her to scream my name when she came. This was the moment I wanted to hold onto forever because I didn’t know how long this peace between me and her would last. Not when I could see her past was unlocking slowly, but surely. She’d remember that night eventually. Remember us. And it might turn into a fucking disaster, but we owed the truth to her. She didn’t deserve to be kept in the dark forever.

My tongue sought out her clit whilst my fingers plunged inside her. Scarlett shifted and moaned, but I kept her steady with one hand whilst the other thrust in and out of her sweet little pussy which was growing wetter by the second.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

I focused on what she liked, judging it from the way she moaned louder when my tongue moved in a certain way. Her shifting became more frantic as if she was close to the edge. That’s when I backed off slightly, not wanting her to come yet. She let out a cry of frustration.

Soon, Scar, I’ll let you come soon and you’ll be happy I made you wait.

I kept teasing her closer to the edge before pulling away until she was rocking in the ropes and outright begging. It was exactly the way I wanted her. All needy and unable to control herself.

“Francis, please,” she whined. “Please, I can’t take it, please. Let me come. I need it.”

“Do you?” I murmured before burying my face back in her pussy.

“Yes! Fuck, it’s too much, please let me come.”

The abject misery in her voice made me chuckle. Delayed gratification was my thing, but she’d not had to experience it before. I wanted her starving and desperate for a release.

“I’m not sure you deserve it,” I told her, thrusting my fingers deeper inside her. “You don’t sound needy enough for me.”

The low whine emitting from her lips fed me.

“Please.”

My tongue moved faster on her clit, forcing her closer to the edge, but this time I didn’t take it away. No, I allowed it to build inside her but kept her from falling. Her pants and cries echoed around the room like she couldn’t talk any longer and had descended into an animalistic state of needing to get off. And I let her. Watching her come apart and fall under my fucking touch was magic.

The way her body shifted and trembled in the ropes. Her moans. The way she said my name in the throes of her passion. All of it was beautiful. And it didn’t stop at one. No, I made her come over and over in quick succession until she was a mess. Tears ran down her cheeks and the ropes had made marks all over her skin. I let her go then, watching her hang there in her bindings as she panted and her chest heaved.

“Francis,” she choked out a few minutes later. “Please let me down.”

I hadn’t planned on fucking her whilst she was hanging in the ropes, so I allowed her request. Carefully, I let her legs down first before lowering her body down on the bed. She lay there, her arms still bound behind her back for a long minute before she stared up at me. I reached out and ran my finger along one of her tear tracks. Then I leant closer and pressed my lips to her cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Scar,” I whispered. “And I won’t stop until you come all over me again.”