Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn PT 2

Word Count: 1,358

“Go on, little bird,” Colson enthused, an evil glimmer in his eyes. He sat upright, adjusting his body until he was facing me – he lifted his hand and lightly caressed the palm of my open hand with his elegant fingers.

“Surrender yourself to that feeling,” His voice was a low whisper, fingertips still tracing patterns on the inside of my hand. My breathing was growing erratic, every muscle was tense as I fought to succumb to Colson’s demands.

Y/N pulled against him, trying to get away but he held her in place with no effort. “I want to see what happens,” Colson began as his lips moved dangerously close to her own. A heat grew in the darkest pit of my stomach as his breath danced across my lips, the skin dried from my frantic breathing.

“You fight but you like this don't you?” Colson asked, pushing himself firmly against me, the chill of his leathers seeping through the fine cotton of my own clothing.

I could barely find the strength to answer, “maybe?”

“Just maybe?,” Colson purred, his hand moving up from its place on my waist until his thumb was settled at the underside of my breast.

“Colson stop,” I groaned, unsure if my words meant anything anymore. He was so close, he smelt so delicious and those eyes –those eyes so blue a

clouded by something far more dangerous than desire.

“I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you would be a most welcome distraction; that rose tinted skin, the trepidation in your eyes, the shiver of wanting that echoed so tantalizingly throughout your mind as you allowed me to wander so freely amidst your deepest, darkest thoughts. 

You see you think you hid them so well – the dirty, forbidden feelings that stirred within in you the moment your eyes locked with mine but I can taste your longing on the tip of my silver tongue and little bird, it is the sweetest nectar.” 

Colson’s mouth came down upon mine like a storm; I fought diligently as I attempted to keep his tongue from battling with my own. But the taste of those ice laced lips against mine became too much to bear and I found lust clouding my judgment. Colson’s hand travelled higher until his palm kneaded painfully into my breast, pinning my nipple between his fingers through my thin t-shirt and causing me to let out a reluctant moan. I could feel him smiling against my lips as my inhibitions began to melt away with each second that past. His hand abandoned my wrists as I took note of the feel of an entirely different pressure against them – but I dared open my eyes for fear of catching a glimpse of him.

“I should have chained your wrists from the beginning, it’s quite a sight,” Colson spoke against my swollen lips, finally giving me the chance for a much-needed breath. I lowered my arms from above my head, bringing them to rest at my front – putting a barrier between the friction his leathers were causing. He hadn’t lied, my wrists were chained tightly together, so much so that I could barely flex my fingers and with them trapped uselessly between our bodies I was distinctly aware of him as he pushed his arousal against me. I gasped, trying to fight the heat spreading across my face but it was useless.

Colson let out a calm laugh, “Did you think I wouldn’t approve of disobedience, little bird?” 

Wishing the confidence I had mustered earlier was still present but instead it had been replaced by a shaking in my thighs and a throbbing rooted in my most private depths.

Colson hooked his hands around my back, moving to cup my behind and lift me until my legs were trapped around his waist.

“You’re trembling,” He enthused.

“Do you blame me?” The contact was too much – I hadn’t been this close to anyone in years and as much as I tried to fight, the urge to give in was so tempting.

“Your words suggest disdain but the way your body reacts to my touch is indicative of something different,” He paused, moving his hand briefly across my chest. 

Before I had a chance to argue my breasts were bared to him – heaving with each unstable breath I took. I battled against his sheer strength to cover myself but he wouldn’t allow it; his body had me completely immobilised against the wall. His cool mouth attached itself to my nipple and I let out a strained moan. The noise only spurred him on but there was nothing I could do, the sensation of his cold lips against my bare skin was sparking a need inside me I was struggling to quell.

In one swift movement he spun me around until my backside was crashed against his evident arousal whilst his hungry mouth ravished the exposed skin of my neck, shoulders and back.

“Tell me what you want, little bird,” He whispered against my flesh, his mouth never halting in its assault.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, my forehead resting against the rough surface of the wall, my tied hands supporting myself. Before I knew it my clothes from my bottom were removed. The shame was almost unbearable as my naked body responded to each touch with vigour.

“I believe you do,” Colson teased, his hand skimming down across my abdomen until the tips of his fingers began to encroach terrifyingly close to my most sensitive spot. 

I was suddenly aware of the touch of a smooth, hard length where his leathers had been, a fleeting glance revealed he had freed himself from his pants without me noticing. My arousal heightened and I grew grossly aware of how wet I had become.

“I will make you kneel before your God,” He hissed, his teeth biting down on my shoulder as he positioned himself at my entrance.

I howled as my body stretched desperately to accommodate him, glass shattered somewhere behind me but I couldn’t comprehend the sound as Colson pulled out and swiftly pounded into me a second time. His size was too much, so much more than I had ever taken before and the burning in my walls was enough to tense every muscle in my body. To my surprise, he had sensed my discomfort and snaked his fingers to my clit, rubbing small, intricate patterns across the engorged flesh until the sounds coming from deep in my chest no longer felt like they were my own.

His pace quickened as I moulded to devour him, each thrust taking him deeper until I felt like I couldn’t cope with the contact any longer. His free hand moved to grasp my shoulder as he pulled me back to meet him.

“Tell me how much you want this,” Colson’s voice was rough; heavy with lust while the pace of his fingers increased. I could feel my release threatening to engulf me.

“Colson,” I pleaded.

“Beg and I will give you what you want,” He slowed his movements, grinding himself deep inside me as his fingers halted on my clit. I knew that I didn’t want to beg, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction but my body was aching, crying out for the relief of my orgasm.

“Please Colson,” I spoke through gasping breaths. That was all he needed, he pummelled into me, his fingers danced and teased with more force than before as his other hand moved to grasp my breast. I screamed as my walls held onto his size, squeezing against him as the rapture of my orgasm lit my body on fire, each nerve ending throbbing, devouring every sensation Colson was delivering to me. My mind went blank as he rutted inside me, spilling himself into my core until I was filled. 

Colson’s head dropped to rest on my back, his arm supporting my entire body weight as we gasped rapid, noisy breaths. The fog began to clear from my mind as the guilt started to wash over me. How could I have let this happen?

"Colson, what are you?" I managed to ask almost certain I knew what the response would be.