Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn PT 1

Word Count: 894

Colson puts the ball gag in her mouth, handcuffs her, facedown on the couch. I wanna choke her he smiles seductively, then he will take the ball gag out. Now he puts her panties in her mouth, shawty eyes looking like they gonna pop out. I got her consent and I'm going all out he thinks. Let my baby breathe, I won't let her pass out.

Y/N's hands were handcuffed to the headboard, she wiggled and writhed beneath Colson's body that kept her pinned to the mattress. "Only good girls get rewarded, bad girls on the other hand get punished." With a firm yet loud crack his hand made sharp contact with the tender skin of Y/N bare thigh. "Keep moving babe and it will be your ass next." He smirked as a dark seductive hue took over his ocean blues. 

Y/N couldn't help but get turned on, a pool of arousal was now forming between her thighs. Skimming a few fingers between her folds until he reached her entrance plunging them in he felt the instant wetness soak his digits. "If I didn't know any better I would swear this turns you on doesn't it?" Colson asked his lips just barely touching her ear before sucking on the left lobe. "Y...yes daddy." Y/N voiced breathlessly feeling her walls clench in anticipation. 

Colson stared at Y/N with his familiar unreadable expression. One minute passed as he examined her without a word, eyeing her body over only for a second as his eyes instead remained on hers, and hers on his. She took in his appearance as she always did- looking over his blonde hair and tattooed-clad body that looked more like a demi god.

Y/N suddenly felt this pleasant jolt of excitement through her body just as she felt Colson's touch on her. He looked at her lips and moved even closer to reach them and just as he was about to press his full red lips to hers, he whispered "should I make you beg first?" 

“You’re quite addictive,” Colson’s voice broke her from her train of thought as she glanced back up at him, his hand leaving her arm and swiping softly across her face. "Like a god damned drug I can't get enough." 

"Unless you've forgotten Mr Baker, your like a drug yourself and quite capable of killing me," Y/N hadn't realised just how loud she had been talking until she had finished, her cheeks flushed pink and hot with embarrassment.

She closed my eyes and against her better judgement, she fought against the boundary of her own thoughts and found herself pushing her way into his mind. The pain wormed its way into her ears and rattled her thoughts.

"Explore, child. Try and find what your own body desires. Perhaps then you will finally get what you desire so deeply,"  “What are you going to do with me?” she asked, a single fear induced tear rolling down her cheek.

“Oh, little bird, the fun we could have,” Colson stood up and moved more towards her, his hand lifting to move a strand of hair behind her ear, “Don’t ruin it with such a question,” His lips were so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her clammy skin.

“Imagine giving such a toy to me? All wrapped up in a pretty package,” Colson paused, “I can’t wait to see what’s inside.” He paused in front of her and crouched down, his bodyweight leaning back on his heels as he stared directly into her eyes.

“You see, I’m quite capable of making you say or do whatever I wish,” His eyes were dark and hooded as he focused on her reaction to his statement, “Does that frighten you?”

Y/N's lips quivered as a warmth cascaded over her face and neck, he was so close she couldn’t focus on forming a sentence – the silence was menacing. She took note of the way he bit his bottom lip and dropped his eyes to study her own mouth. For a split second she was certain his eyes were moving lower and she struggled to cover herself. She had never felt so bare.

“Sweet little bird,” Colson hummed, lifting his hand to caress her cheek a little too gently. The chill of his skin caught me her off guard.

“My mind is not a place you want to wander,” He whispered, moving his lips to her ear, “Trust me,” Slowly, his lips pressed against her cheek in a surreal, chilling kiss which locked the air in her  lungs.

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The blankets were wrapped tightly around her naked form; silk entwined with her thighs and caught beneath her arms. The room was heavy with darkness, she couldn’t see yet she could sense she wasn’t alone. A sensation appeared at the back of her neck, a tingle of cold skin against the exposed flesh – it awakened a ripple of goose bumps. Her ears filled with the surprising sound of her own ardent sighs as the invisible touch moved south across her bare shoulder; her body adjusted itself, allowing those icy fingertips to roll down between her breasts and settle at her  naval, cloaked by sheets. Desperation fuelled her quick breaths as she prayed for those hands to descend into her most sacred depths.