The Bride of Brahms

Chapter 8

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: CONTENT WARNING - GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.
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"Don't bury thoughts that you really want" -Middle of the Night, Elley Duhe

"Hello, Cora." He purred "It's time to play."

My fight or flight instincts immediately responded, and I kicked off into a sprint down the hall. Before I could reach the stairway, Brahms grabbed hold of my T-shirt and yanked me back so hard I tumbled to the floor.

"Get back here." He growled before picking me up by the waist and throwing me over his shoulder, as if I were a sack of potatoes. The height from which I was carried to the floor was dizzying and I began kicking my feet, squirming against him. 

"Put me down!" I cried out as he entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind us. "I promise I won't run just...PUT. ME. DOWN!" I shouted those last few words in desperation, and thankfully Brahms obliged – only by taking me to bed and tossing me onto the mattress.

I scrambled to gather my bearings and sit upright while he stood and patiently waited, his hands clasped behind his back. Panting and staring at him wide-eyed, I waited for his next move, bracing for the possibility of him ravaging me again. Instead he only stood there, his emotionless mask giving the impression that a stoic statue was poised before me. "W-what to you want?" I squeaked out, my voice trembling with uncertainty. He moved toward the bed and I winced, but instead of grabbing me he picked up the red tie and placed it in my hands. He then held out his wrists to me, as if waiting for something.

I glanced at the tie, his hands, and up at his face several times in confusion. "I...I don't think I understand." I admitted, gingerly holding the tie with my fingers. Brahms rolled his eyes at me and snatched the tie from my hands. I didn't understand his reaction until I watched him wrap the cloth around his wrists in a complicated knot, and slip the end underneath his mask to tighten it with his teeth. A blush crept up my face as he looked at me again with intense expectation. I felt embarrassment from how vapid I was in not getting he wanted me to tie him up, followed by a rush of excitement that churned low in my guts.

"Use me, goddess." He said to me softly, confirming what I had already figured out; unlike last night, Brahms would not be restraining himself but I would be restraining him, giving me free range to do whatever I please.

The level of excitement I got from this revelation suddenly felt wrong, like I shouldn't be happy about restraining a potentially dangerous and violent person and should instead question it. I shook the reality back into my thoughts and regarded Brahms standing before me, realizing my efforts were already slipping. Why does he have to be so damn attractive? I thought to myself in exasperation. 

I resolved to tell him that we would not be doing anything vulgar tonight and just go to bed instead. "Brahms, i-is this really what you want to do? I mean – for us to do tonight?" Is the question that tumbled out of my mouth instead, cringing inwardly at how much my morals had disintegrated.
"Yes – I do want this. Tonight." He said plainly, sitting next to me on the bed with anticipation in his gaze.

Two wolves emerged within me that night; one said 'You are so fucked' in disgusted disappointment. The other licked its lips hungrily and said 'Oh yes, you ARE fucked' with a wicked smile.

Turning to Brahms, I said to him calmly "I don't recall telling you to sit down." 

His eyes went wide and he bolted to standing, his head nearly knocking against the canopy of the bed. I stood up slowly to face him, and my hands began to move on their own accord. Unclipping the suspenders I pushed them off his shoulders. My breath quickened at the electricity coursing between us, feeling it when his forehead tilted down to lightly touch the crown of my head. Letting my hands graze the firm skin of his broad chest, I worked to unbutton his trousers and pushed them down, then stepped back to admire the sight on his naked body before me.