Trigger, p.10
Trigger, page 10
With my body trembling, I stay as quiet as I can, praying no one heard me screaming and comes looking.
Finding a naked woman attached to a spinning wheel would be like hitting the jackpot to some of those thugs.
Minutes later I hear the police sirens and know I need to start calling out.
I know I need down off this thing.
I know I need saved.
…but I stay quiet.
Through the multiple sirens I hear and the many voices, I stay silent. Because if they find me here, they’ll find out about Trigger. They’ll arrest him, I’m sure of it.
And while I’m pissed, I’m not that mad.
I’d do anything to keep him out of trouble. Always have. Always will.
***
“Trigger, what the hell happened to you?” My hand moves for the black and blue bruising on his face that’s covered with blood but he doesn’t say anything. He pops the lights on, marches for the freezer to grab an ice pack, then plants himself at the kitchen table.
“Nothing.” His voice is grim and his hand looks ten times worse than his face does.
“You got in a fight.” I sit across from him at the table and watch him try to collect himself.
He’s got a temper. One I know now to push.
Unfortunately for whoever it was that got a piece of him tonight, it looks like Trig’s temper got a little out of control.
“He hit his girl.” He shakes his head. “He deserved ten times more than what I gave him.”
I nod, knowing he’s right, and somehow just the small piece of information he gave me is enough for my nerves to be settled. He didn’t start anything. He was protecting someone that couldn’t protect themselves.
“You’re a good seed, Trigger.” I want to touch him. To help him heal. To make him aware that what he did wasn’t just because of anger. It was because he actually has a moral compass.
But I don’t.
“I did what needed to be done.” He huffs, removing the ice pack. “I’m definitely not a good seed, Sienna.” He holds up his fist. “Good seeds don’t walk around with bloodied knuckles from knocking someone’s teeth out.”
My doorbell rings and his eyes go wide.
“I’m not here,” he blurts, then stands and nods to the bathroom. “Promise me you never saw me.”
“Of course.” I watch him head for the bathroom, leaving the door open when he slips behind the shower curtain, then I head for the door.
My stomach drops when I look out the peephole.
“Ma’am,” a police officer says.
“Can I help you, officer?” My voice is strong and I’m not showing any signs of being nervous, even though on the inside my stomach is in knots with the terror that Trigger might actually be in more trouble than he can handle. He’s been in too many fights lately for the police to take lightly anymore. The only hope I have is that they don’t know exactly who they’re looking for, because if they have his name I’m sure they’d know he was in here.
“We’re just checking on the patrons of the building. Earlier this evening a white male was seen fleeing to this complex after a pretty nasty incident down the street. You wouldn’t have happened to see anyone with oh, say a beaten up face and blood on their shirt running from the cops, would you?”
His bluntness makes me chuckle.
“Nope,” I say. “But if I see someone covered in blood, I’ll be sure to call.”
He hands me a card with a phone number for the local station on it and thanks me for my time. I lock the door when he walks away, checking it twice before heading down the hall. “You’re safe,” I say, pushing back the shower curtain. He stares at me, locking me in my place with those beautiful blue eyes, then smiles so wide it has to hurt.
“You’re fucking amazing, you know that?” He pulls me to him, slamming his lips to mine. “I love you, Sienna.”
“I love you more, Trigger.”
***
“Sienna?” His voice comes from nowhere, waking me out of my dream.
He loved me.
I know he did.
“Trigger?” I must have fallen asleep trying to be quiet. I groan, trying to roll the stiffness out of my neck but it doesn’t help. “Please, just get me off of here.”
He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to. I feel his presence so close to me it’s like I’m wrapped in a warm blanket. His hands cup my face and he slowly pushes the blindfold up.
The only thing I see is him. The room’s dim, barely lit. There are flashing blue and red lights coming from windows high on the walls. But the only thing I see…is his eyes.
“Are you okay?” I whisper stupidly. He should be asking me that. He should be apologizing to me. But he’s not. And he doesn’t answer. He simply pushes his lips to mine, like he’s trying to erase what he did. Like he wants me still. Like … like he knows how much I still want him.
“Remember your safe word?” Trigger’s voice, gruff and tight, breaks my train of thought.
“Snowflake,” I whisper. “Sir.” The words that I shouldn’t be saying tumble out of my mouth. I should be begging to leave, but he’s wound me so tight all I can think of begging for is my release. I should be pissed, but the small annoyance only made me want him more. My nipples tighten and tingles shoot through my body when he trails his fingertips over my breasts. I exhale a shaky breath then close my eyes and he cups my breast hard.
“Push aside the guilt, Sienna.” His hand cups my chin and he pulls my gaze up to him. “You deserve this. Do I have your consent?”
I stare into eyes that once held every ounce of love for me. Eyes that have seen more of me than I like to admit. Eyes that know me, inside and out.
And I nod.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.” He lets go of my head and I let my eyes flutter closed as his hands start to touch me. Lightly at first, his warm palms work over my body, warming me up from the chill in the air.
Next are the ropes. I remember the feeling of these ropes like it was just yesterday he was tying me for the first time. He’s methodic. Slow. It’s torture as he drags each across my nipples, over my pussy, tugging against my clit. I want nothing more than to open my eyes and watch the look on his face as he creates his masterpiece, but I can’t. Because I’m terrified the look won’t be the one I see in my dreams at night. It won’t be like the first time.
***
“Trust, Sienna,” he whispers, dragging the black rope over my breasts and around them each separately. “It’s all about trust.” He finishes wrapping the rope around my upper arms, bringing it back around my chest and slipping it around my breasts again, squeezing them tightly and rendering my arms useless as I stand in the middle of my living room naked and wanting. “You trust me, right?”
He came over for dinner and a movie.
We escalated to this in a matter of minutes.
“Absolutely,” I whisper. When I was in the club with him for the first time I knew he was into kinky shit. Hell, I wouldn’t have been there if I weren’t into it. But I never would have thought this would be the norm for me.
He’s never played with me like this before. Usually it’s at his place or the club.
Being in my apartment, being turned on by this man that’s stole every fiber of my heart, is…crazy. It makes me feel wild and free and yet…solid. Sturdy.
“Kneel, Sienna,” he demands and I follow my directions immediately. Quickly and as gracefully as I can in my current situation. “Good.” He walks around me but I cast my eyes on the floor. “Wider, Sienna.” My pussy pulses with excitement. Biting my lip, I spread my legs wider, the cool air of the living room driving me crazy. He crouches down next to me, then snakes the rope around my ankles before somehow tying onto the piece around my chest, immobilizing me to this exact stance. It’s hard to stay upright, but each time I shift it’s like I’m connected in other parts, so unless I want to topple over, my only option is to stay still.
“Breathe, beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my neck softly and sliding something into my pussy.
“Oh god,” I moan. I want to arch into it but I can’t because of the way he tied me. He fucks me slowly with it, then pulls it out and brings it to my lips.
“Suck.” He demands, holding a dildo covered in my juices to my lips. I open, closing my eyes as I wrap my mouth around the warm toy. “Good,” he murmurs, then pulls it out of my mouth and pushes it inside me again, this time harder and faster than the last.
He fucks me with it until I feel my pussy tighten and my orgasm start to spiral out of control.
“Not yet,” he growls, pulling it out of me, then replacing it with a vibrator on high. I moan, my head falling back with the intrusion of such a powerful toy. “You love vibrators, don’t you, you dirty slut?”
I moan my response, my moan turning to a shriek when he pulls it out and pushes it hard against my clit, rubbing me with it. While he rubs my clit with the vibrator, he shoves the dildo back in me and I scream out.
“Fuck!” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. Trigger’s mouth latches onto my breast that’s over sensitive from being squeezed so tight, and my body goes rigid.
“Don’t hold it back, Sienna,” he whispers with heavy breaths. “Let everything go.”
My orgasm starts heavy, and my position forces out of me what’s never happened before. I feel it running down my leg as I scream out in pleasure. I hear the sound of it as he continues to fuck me with the dildo, wet and wild and dripping.
“Fuck!” I continue to scream, my body trembling because he won’t let up. A never-ending fucking orgasm that’s making my head spin. He pushes the vibrator on me in small, fast circles and fucks me hard and fast, his teeth clamping onto my nipple hard enough to send pain straight to my core and make a second, even harder orgasm shoot through me as soon as he pushes the vibrator against me.
I slump forward, the rush taking everything from me, and he pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me and holding me like he’s never been more proud of anyone.
And that alone makes me want to do it all over again.
Just for him.
***
“Bed, Sienna. Don’t try anything stupid.” His voice is rough and tight. He’s holding back more than he wants to admit and if his voice doesn’t say it, the strained, tight look of his arms do as he helps me off the damn cross.
I pad across the room gently, the top half of my body already tied and held back, forcing me to walk slowly. It’s been a few hours since I stood, and if I topple over I can’t bring my arms out to catch me.
He slaps my ass, hard enough to leave a mark, and I yelp.
“Faster!” he barks and I speed up. I want to let my eyes scan the room but I can’t because I don’t want to piss him off.
Or do I?
I smirk to myself, remembering how rough and sexy it was when he used to lose control. He’s not changed a bit over the last ten years. Still domineering. Still demanding.
Still Trigger.
When I make it to the bed, my ass stinging and my nipples so hard they almost hurt, I turn to look at him. Square in the eyes, he stares at me and I turn to a puddle at his feet. He’s dark and looming, but his eyes still tell me everything I need to know.
He’s not doing this to make me hurt. He’s not doing this to piss me off.
He’s doing this because he can’t control himself around me.
Looks like love’s a bitch to try and forget.
“Bed,” he says, gentler now than it was before.
I sit on the side of the bed, legs pushed together and heart racing out of my chest.
I want this. I wanted to sit and spread my legs for him, but he’s the hunter and I’m the prey.
Hunters need to work for their score.
He nods, his eyes flicking down to my legs, then chuckles before walking across the room to a chest of drawers. While he’s finding exactly what he wants, I take the moment to catalog the room. It’s simple, yet anything but. Plain grey walls with high windows that have stopped flashing red and blue finally, and a large wall full of anything and everything someone would need to mix pleasure with pain and torture their partner.
And he’s staring at it like he’s deep in thought.
“I’m out of practice,” I whisper, somewhat ashamed that I even had to say it though I shouldn’t be. He turns and looks at me, nodding silently.
“I know.” Turning back to the wall, he reaches out and grasps onto a short black pole with tassels on the end. A whip. I can do a whip. “I’ll go slow.” He stalks towards me and taps my knees. “Spread.”
My nostrils flare and my jaw clenches, but my legs spread and he smirks proudly.
“Not too far out of practice, though, huh?” He drops to his knees and pushes mine even further apart, then pulls a long silk rope around my thigh. I watch as he wraps it around me three more times before stretching it to the post at the foot of the bed, then repeating with my other leg. “No more closing these beauties when you’re with me, Sienna.” He strokes his fingers down my leg and a chill runs through my body. I’m immobile. Unable to close my legs. Incapable of moving my arms.
And the thought makes my heart hammer.
“Trig,” I whisper when his fingers stroke dangerously close to my pussy. His eyes hit mine and he pinches my clit so hard I see stars, the pain screaming through me leaving a trail of unbelievable arousal in its wake. “Fuck!” I buck at the restraints but just end up falling back to the mattress and making Trigger chuckle.
“So here’s the deal, Sienna.” He’s trailing the whip across my stomach, each little flick of the ends makes my skin tingle. He’s making me remember how much I liked pain. But only with him. He knows how to give it so that it’s not unbearable. It’s just enough to send me into a dizzying spiral and leave me wanting more. “You’re out of practice.” He slaps the whip on my pussy and I hold back the scream, resulting in a pathetic whimper. “You’ve been left wanting for a long fucking time.” He does it again, this time harder, and my whimper turns into a moan. “And you showed up tonight for a reason.” The whip cracks over my inner thigh, sending jolts of pain straight to my core. He licks over the red streaks on my thigh then crawls up my body so we’re face to face. His large body looming over mine.
A promise of what’s to come tonight.
“I’m not here to win you back, Sienna. You’re taken, after all.” He smirks. “I’m just here to remind you everything your life’s about to be missing.” He pulls back and stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at me. “In two days, you’ll be home and I’ll make damn sure you’ll never think you can replace me again. That’s when the hurt sets in. When you realize nothing you do will ever get rid of the void.” He slaps the whip over my pussy harder than before and I break, belting out a cry. “Don’t fucking scream or I won’t let you come.”
***
When my eyes flicker open, I’m laying in a large bed, a body draped over me, and the sunlight peering in from the high windows.
Trigger didn’t do anything to me last night that I didn’t want. Nothing I didn’t ask for. Really, it was… Amazing.
I inhale and Trigger’s scent washes over me. A scent I’ve craved.
Nothing like Jared’s.
Fuck. Jared.
Guilt washes over me as I lie in bed with my ex. A man I swore off.
A man I can't resist. I know what I did. But I don’t regret it. Jared was a placeholder. I was settling with a man who loves his job more than his fiancé. I agreed to marrying him to get away. Not because I was madly in love with him.
And I’m setting myself up for failure but it’s like a train wreck. I can’t look away. Can’t walk away. Even when I know I’ll be picking up my life and moving back home soon just to get away from all of this pain.
No…he’ll have to be the one who does that again.
I shift to my back and stretch out, rolling my ankles and wrists, then shove my hair out of my face. I bet I look like a goddamn mess. But I’m horny as hell. Just being near him makes me want more than I’ve craved in years. It makes me want to go back to how we used to be.
But I know we can’t. He’s not changed. I’ve not changed.
We live two completely different lives.
I slowly roll from the bed and look around for the bathroom before slowly tiptoeing across the room. Everything aches, but it’s in the best way possible. I think deep down last night I knew what I was walking into, but I didn’t want to accept it. I didn’t want to know what he had in store for me, because I wouldn’t have willingly gone along with it.
It took him doing what he did to teach me the lesson he wanted to teach me.
And now, knowing that was our final time and I’ll never have anything like him again, there’s an ache in my chest that has nothing to do with the physical toll last night took on me.
I lock the bathroom door and start the shower. There are no layers to strip off, Trigger made sure of that first thing last night. I’ve never felt so bare yet so warm and covered at the same time. He made me feel like he wasn’t a terrible human. Like he wasn’t the guy that walked out on me ten years ago for no good fucking reason.
Maybe he has changed.
The water is hot and yet the steam doesn’t clear my foggy mind like I hoped it would.
I thought I hated Trigger. I thought he was the worst possible thing for me. I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought the ache I felt was because I needed away from the memories, and not because there was a void I couldn’t figure out how to fill.
But after last night, I know exactly what the ache has been.
I’m still madly in love with the lunatic.
And I know what’s coming.
***
“What the hell do you mean ‘move’?” he glares at me and I cross my arms in front of me. It’s been months of this battle with him. Three amazing months of the hottest sex ever. Three months of getting to know the man that I’ve come to fall head over heels in love with.
“I mean I’m moving. It’s a half hour away but it’s an amazing job that I can’t let go.” I rest my hand on his forearm slowly, knowing how quick touches affect him. “But I want you to come with. We can find a place in the middle. You can still work at the shop. We can sleep together every night. It’s perfect, baby.”
