Chaos by Sarah Bailey

Eleven

Francis

Scarlett didn’t say a word as I moved off the bed and stripped out of my clothes. If anything, her eyes darkened as she watched me, leading me to assume she liked what she saw. When I got back on the bed, I gripped the rope at her back and pulled her up onto her knees before encouraging her closer to the headboard.

There was nothing like seeing a woman bound and unable to do anything. Something about her helplessness got me going. I would be the only hand who fed her. Who gave her sexual gratification and pleasure. The only thing she could do was beg me for mercy, to give her what she wanted because she couldn’t do it herself.

I sat up against the headboard and pulled her over onto my lap to straddle me. Scarlett was unsteady and off-balance without the use of her arms, but I gripped the rope to keep her upright. My other hand went to my cock so I could position myself.

“Sit.”

Scarlett lowered herself on my cock with my help. I wouldn’t let her fall. Her pussy was soaking after I’d made her come over and over, allowing me to slide inside with ease. Using the rope as an anchor, I let go of my cock, only to wrap my hand around her throat. She swallowed against my palm, making me smile.

“You like this too?” she whispered, indicating my hand.

It took a second for me to realise she meant the throat grabbing and how West was obsessed with necks. I stroked my thumb down her pulse point. It was a power thing, not to mention it helped me with leverage. She gasped when I held onto her tighter and thrust upwards, using the grip on her rope to put some weight behind it.

“I like having you at my mercy,” I told her, thrusting into her small body again and feeling so fucking high off the thrill of the experience. “You can’t stop me from using you… from making you mine.”

“I want you to use me.”

Her eyes were on mine, the wildness in them making me give it to her harder. Her inner strength shone out of her. This woman had let me tie her up. She’d submitted. And it was a damn honour to know she’d given up a part of herself to me in the process.

“Do you want to be mine, Scar?”

She bit her lip and didn’t answer. I squeezed her throat, showing her who was in control, even though we both knew if she said the safe word, I’d stop. I cared about her enjoyment. I fucking cared about her wanting this with me.

“No? It is because you want to be my whore instead?”

The way she shuddered at my harsh words had me gripping the rope tighter as I pulled her closer, our bodies brushing together. My mouth drifted over hers, not quite touching her lips.

“I think that’s it. You want me to treat you like you’re nothing but my little plaything. My whore.”

Her lips parted on mine, but no sound came out. The hazel-green of her eyes was barely visible with her dilated pupils. I rocked her hips on my cock, using the rope to move her body with mine.

“Say it, Scar, tell me what you are.”

“A… a whore,” she whispered, her lip trembling with her words.

“Whose whore?”

“Yours. Your whore.”

“That’s right. In this room, that’s what you are. Mine.”

I kissed her then, maintaining a tight grip on the rope and her throat to keep her pressed to me. There was no hesitation on her part to kiss me back and allow me access to her sweet mouth. She could probably taste herself on me. It made me throb inside her. I’d never wanted a woman more than Scarlett. Never desired to have anyone as much as I did her. She was my connection to the past and the person I wanted the future with. Nothing else mattered to me right then as we rocked against each other, devouring one another like we never wanted it to end. She was the only thought I had.

I sucked her tongue into my mouth, making her eyes fly open. My teeth gripped it and scraped along the length of her tongue. She moaned, shifting in her bindings. When I released her tongue, her head fell back, but my firm grip on her kept her from slipping further.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please put me on my knees and fuck me. Please make me your whore.”

“Do you want me to press you down in the covers and fuck you until you’re crying? Is that it? Fuck your pussy so hard it hurts?” My hand squeezed around her throat again. “You going to scream for me, Scar? Scream and show them what they’re missing?”

“Please.”

How could I deny her when she asked so nicely?

Letting go of her throat, I hoisted her off of me and set her down. No way in hell I was untying her. She could stay like this until I was done. There were rope indents on her thighs. Fuck, the beauty of them made me pause. I couldn’t help wanting to stare. Scarlett was stunning. The scars on her body were too. They showed she’d survived through hell and came back from it. She’d fought. I was proud of her for it, even though I hadn’t been there to see it.

Grabbing her ropes again, I shoved her face down, pressing it into the covers whilst pulling her up by her hips. She bent her knees and held herself there for me, offering her pussy up like she wanted me to ruin it. To ruin her.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by the covers. “Fuck me, Francis.”

I leant over her, my fingers spearing into her messy bun and gripping it in my fist.

“What’s that, whore? You want me to give you my cock?”

“Yes, give it to me, please. Give me your cock.”

It was right then I knew she wasn’t playing a game. She didn’t care how wanton she sounded. No, Scarlett wanted me. She couldn’t fake it. Her body trembled with the force of her need, her pussy dripping and clenching around nothing.

Deciding to tease her, I rubbed my cock along her lips before dipping the tip inside her. She shivered and whined but didn’t move to try to hurry me along. Slowly, I impaled her on it, inch by fucking inch, disappearing inside her. I watched her take it, her pussy stretching around my girth and taking me so damn well.

“Such a needy whore.”

When I shifted back and plunged inside her again, all my gentleness was gone. I fucked Scarlett with punishing strokes, listening to the harsh sound of our skin slapping together and her cries of pleasure.

“So fucking desperate for dick, aren’t you?”

“Harder, Francis, please.”

Whilst I was slightly frustrated by the fact she hadn’t called me Frankie again, I didn’t say a word about it. Maybe if I made her lose herself, she would. I needed to make Scarlett forget who she was. My fingers tightened in her hair, tugging at it. I gripped her hip and gave it to her harder, making her whimper from the sheer force of my thrusts.

“Does it hurt yet, Scar? Are you going to cry?”

Her strangled moan was all I needed to hear. She couldn’t escape me. All she could do was let me fuck her, punishing her pussy because it was mine.

“Please.”

Nothing could prepare me for having Scarlett like this. It’d been so long, I’d built up this image of who she’d become in my mind, but the woman in front of me was nothing like the way I’d expected. She was so much more. So strong. So fierce. She’d dealt with so much from the four of us so far and, to be quite honest, it would only get worse when she remembered the past. When she remembered who we were. There was no doubt in my mind she would. She’d told me I’d felt familiar to her the moment she saw me. It was only a matter of time until her past bled into her present. We would either be the ones to catch her when she fell, or she’d want nothing to do with us. I had no idea which way it would go.

“You going to come for me, whore?”

My hand left her hip, snaking underneath her to stroke her clit. She bucked, pressing herself back against me the best she could. With how sensitive she was from my edging, it didn’t take long until she screamed with her climax. I released her hair, gripping the rope to give me more leverage, fucking her ruthlessly through it whilst she clenched around me. Her screams turned to hoarse cries, and those cries turned to whimpers.

When her body sagged, I put both my hands on the ropes and gave it to her even harder. Her body was so wrung out, she didn’t protest my brutality. It didn’t take much to have me grunting and spurting inside her, the wildness and pleasure of it skating up my spine. It was a moment of complete ecstasy. The culmination of an experience I wasn’t sure I’d have with this woman who’d completely stolen every part of me and the others when we’d been kids.

It took several minutes for me to catch my breath before I pulled out of her and gently lowered her down on the bed. She let out a soft sigh when I unbound her. I laid the ropes next to her and stared down at the indents all over her skin. Then I stroked them with my fingers, tracing the lines of rope.

“I’m going to run you a bath, Scar,” I told her. “It’ll help your muscles.”

She nodded and stretched her arms before resting them at her sides.

I got off the bed and went into the bathroom, turning on the taps for the bath. When it was full, I picked Scarlett up off the bed and carried her in. I got in the bath and set her down in the water with me. She curled up on my chest, pressing her face into my neck.

“That was intense,” she whispered.

“In a good way?”

“In the best way.”

I smiled and stroked my fingers along her shoulder.

“Is it okay if I fall asleep?” she asked a moment later. “You won’t let me drown in the water or anything?”

I laughed.

“No, Scar, I won’t let you drown.”

She wrapped her hand around my neck, holding me to her like she didn’t want me to go anywhere. As it was Sunday, I had nothing pressing. I’d stay here with her until the water got cold if she wanted.

“Thank you for keeping me safe, Frankie.”

My heart squeezed. I pressed a kiss to her hair, trying not to react to her words outwardly. My patience had paid off. Hearing her say it again was everything to me, especially after the sex we’d shared. I’d shown Scarlett a side of me few got to see, and she hadn’t run. She’d embraced it.

Even as I inwardly celebrated this little win, I had a feeling it would only last a short while. If I knew anything about the others, peacefulness in our household wasn’t the norm. Having Scarlett here with us was asking for trouble. And trouble had a way of finding us no matter what we did.