Coveted {FINISHED}

|Chapter Eight |

 "That was the part where you died. So surely this should be the part where satisfaction brings you back." My breath caught catching onto his meaning almost immediately, I was the cat in all this. My mind completely frozen as every nerve on my body became alert, the air knocked completely from my lungs as my teeth dug deeper into my lip, his eyes latching on and never moving.

 "I've heard there is a delicate time limit for resuscitation so we should start straight away."  

My legs wouldn't carry me further into the rack of clothes and just let the fabric swallow me whole. Nah. That would be too kind.

"What are you. . ." The words fell silent on my lips as I stared up at him wide-eyed knowing exactly where this was going. His hand reached out coming to a halt just inches away from my cheek when he caught me flinching away completely uneased at the idea of another personal exposing session. Living with these guys brought on a whole new meaning to anxiety!

At first, he looked at me confused, then sympathy as if he thought it was something my body was used to doing . . . flinching away from fists and kicks but then something else settled in his darkening eyes. He was intrigued. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have something to hide."

"Guess you don't know any better then." I muttered, my voice a mix between a squeak and groan. 

"Well in that case," he began, his hand falling back to his side as the corner of his lips twitched into that casual smirk. "Why are you so afraid of me touching you?"

There were so many plausible explanations I could give but that just felt wrong, using Danny as an excuse when this time it wasn't the case. Instead, I lowered my eyes to the ground chewing on the inside of my mouth in defeat. Goddamn morals! Ugh, now I'm really stuffed. There was no way he was letting this go and thanks to all his stupid comments, I'm too flushed to even think of a proper excuse! 

"I don't have to tell you everything and you don't have to know everything just cause you're psychic." I forced out, my lips barely moving. 

He didn't reply, not right away. Instead, he stared right at me intensely, his jaw tensing under the glow from the ceiling lights before he took one long stride backwards allowing me to sigh deeply in my little crook of clothing. 

"You're absolutely right." He replied, throwing me off. Well, I definitely wasn't expecting that! Maybe a little s****l advance to get the information out of me. There was even a small part of me that expected him to get a little annoyed after all he was Ian's brother but nothing. His smile remained, gentle. Slowly pushing myself away from the rack of clothing, I straightened my shoulders and cleared my throat. "Pick anything you want," he said gesturing the various racks around us. "Get yourself a decent wardrobe. Whatever you feel comfortable in."

"Anything? Are you crazy?"

"I'd like to think I'm completely sane but I guess we all have crazy somewhere in us." With that, he walked away towards the small counter leaving me alone. I walked right to the back of the store closest to the bathroom and searched the various jeans hanging trying to focus on anything but actually shopping. I glanced up trying to spot the counter knowing it was far enough for Regan to be far from sight. If I was completely alone I could do this. It wouldn't be so embarrassing . . . so hard. 

Quickly, I yanked a few pairs of grey and black jeans and hurried onto the shorts and skirts section trying to keep my breathing even, that little voice in my head repeating it's mantra over and over. Grabbing a few more things, I crossed over to the middle where I spotted a few baggy tops but just as I reached for the hangers I paused, my fingers brushing the soft fabric. 

Come on, you're technically free now. Be different, be you. The real you. Remember what that was like? When you didn't care, when you shopped for you and not for the world? Remember when you actually felt good? Now's your chance. 

I let my eyes wonder back to the skirts and the more tightly fitted tops, my neck almost bursting open with a whole new anxiety rash. 

Go on. Just try something new. 

I yanked a few baggy tops down before dragging myself to the skirts reaching for two and some of the more daring tops. Okay, that was enough. This was way too much. I'm pretty sure for one day, I just took like six leaps! 

Taking a deep breath, I hurried to the changing rooms ready to try everything on expecting to leave with only the baggy. I threw everything onto the small wooden bench in the single changing room and held up the first black, green and red kilted skirt, smirking at how much it reminded me of my college uniform, except back then I wasn't afraid to wear a skirt. pulling off the baggy jeans and top Regan had left me this morning, I wiggled into the skirt my eyes almost popping out of my head at how short it was. If I bent over, everything would be on display! Jesus, this is so . . . 

My brain froze as I twirled in the mirror trying to distinguish truth from beaten confidence. 

Try the top then you'll know. 

Listening, I reached for the dark green vest pulling it over my head and down to the hem. My breasts bulged from the top and I yanked on a black jeans-top leaving it completely unbuttoned and tying the bottom edges together. Rolling the sleeves to my elbows I looked at my reflection feeling like a complete i***t. 

This was not me. I looked like a complete-

"So school girl is your look?" At that moment, with Regan's voice booming through the changing room my entire being burned up like I'd just been dropped into the hottest centre of hell. But when I spun around, one arm wrapped around my front and the other trying to yank the skirt to impossible lengths, I was faced with the slightly ajar wooden door and Regan leaning smugly against a mirror. 

"What the hell?!" I yelped, staring wide-eyed at him as my skin burned red. How did I not f*****g close the door?! Wow, f*****g i***t of the century! "I was . . . just trying it out and it's not a school girl look okay! Just cause of the skirt does not mean-" 

Suddenly he was walking towards the door, kicking it completely open and standing there taking me in from head to toe. All the words died from my brain as my body started to shake slightly. I was way too exposed . . . 

"I think it suits you." He replied shutting me down completely. Whatever panic wanted to settle over me faded as I looked up at him. A few slower strides and he was standing inches away from me again but this time his hands were gloved. 

"What did you see?" I forced out in a whisper as he slowly closed the door, his eyes never leaving mine. We all knew what territory we just stepped into and I needed to know exactly what he saw, I had to know . . . that's why I came back in here . . . to find out. 

"You don't have to tell me everything," He started backing me up into the wall, the bench pressing into the back of my knees as I struggled to keep standing. "And I don't need to tell you everything just because-"

"So you're gonna use my words against me?" I breathed out feeling my skin pinch with this invisible anticipation, he was so close . . . he could just reach out . . . 

"I'll use everything against you, as long as I have your permission." The words felt like a gentle breeze washing across my neck, his lips a brush away from my skin. His hand sneaked back into his jacket pocket fishing out a blood-red tie. I sucked a breath in, my teeth grazing my bottom lip as his palm slapped against the wall next to me making my body jump at the impact, his eyes hidden from mine. 

A warm bubbling sensation built under my skin, his lips still tracing a teasing line across my skin without touching me, a tiny bubble separating us. 

"Besides," he continued, pulling his head away and peering into my eyes. "I'd rather give you the gift of showing you what I saw." his green eyes drawing me in as he held up the tie wrapping both ends around his fists. My eyes fell to the thin fabric in his hands, the answer to my question answered. 

I am such a w***e. Wow. This entire time, my future consisted of having two brothers in the space of two days. 

Well, the guy did see it so it's prophesied ain't your fault. The powers at be wanted it this way, you might as well just play your role. 

That was a pretty convincing argument. 

Pushing off from the wall, I slowly held out my wrists my eyes holding his as he moved forwards wrapping the silk tie around my hands and pulling them apart a few times making sure it wouldn't come undone. Just as quickly, he grabbed my waist turning us both around and pushing me up against the wooden door, the whole time his eyes darkening as he leaned closer towards my lips. I let my eyes close, a flutter of need washing across me. I've never wanted to feel someone so badly but he was keeping his skin so close yet so far. I needed that gap to close, I needed to feel his skin! 

But just like that he pushed away from me, spinning me around so he was pressed up to my back, the leather from his gloves cool against my warm skin as he forced my hands down on the door, one of his hands wrapping around the back of my neck pushing my upper half forwards so I was leaning with my ass pressed up against him but that wasn't enough. I didn't want material!

"It's an entirely different story when you can't touch," he whispered into my ear, his voice hot against my neck as his hands trailed down my thighs and manoeuvring forwards parting my legs. Slowly his fingers inched to my skirt rolling it up to my waist and leaving my ass completely exposed in my lace underwear. 

My breathing hastened as I shivered feeling the cool wind kiss my bare skin, the leather from his gloves still pressed to my waist. "When you can't see, can't scream . . . all you can do is feel . . ." his words had my back exploding into a tsunami of need. Removing one hand from my waist, he reached for the shirt I had discarded on the floor and pressed it into my mouth as I bit down on the material before bringing the sudden hot leather down hard against my left ass cheek. My whole body jerked, my yelp muffled as he rubbed the dull burn. A few seconds later and his hand came down on my right cheek followed by another three in quick succession but no matter how much my body jerked or how much it burned, my knickers were still soaked, my legs trembling with the need to rub together or have him in between my thighs.

I pressed my forehead against the door, my heart drumming away inside my chest as I bit harder down. His hands rubbing my ass and pinching sending my brain into overdrive. Every inch of me wanted him, every inch of me wanted his lips against me. My hands tightened into fists as his hands gripped my hips with a whole new urgency grinding my ass against him. I whispered a small moan into the door feeling his erection bursting against his jeans. His hand made it's way into my hair, yanking my head back against his shoulder while the other grabbed my wrists bringing them down to my pelvis. 

"Touch yourself." He ordered, his voice tighter, rougher now as I did what I was told. My fingers disappeared under the hem of my underwear straight to my pulsing centre. My eyes fluttered closed, my head rolling back against him as I felt his chest rise and fall quickly, a groan escaping his lips. His hands fell back against my hips feeling them move against him. 

But I wanted him. Pulling my hands from my underwear, I spun around catching him off guard and pushing him down on the bench before straddling him, his hands resting on my ass as his eyes hardened, his jaw clenched. "Are you not going to touch me?" I asked, new confidence overtaking me. Something I thought I had forgotten but he'd done something to me, it was like everything was easier with Regan and I didn't have half the shame I was used to carrying around with me, with him. 

"If I touch you, I don't know what I'll see." He replied, the tension in the room kicking higher, my hands resting on his chest. That's when he broke his eyes from mine looking away at something else behind me. Something in the pit of my stomach stirred desperately, my hands falling to his gloves. 

"I've got nothing to hide." The air sparked with electricity as his eyes snapped back to mine. It was like I was possessed and getting along with the demon inside my body perfectly but I meant it. I had nothing to hide, for the first time . . . I didn't care about anything but right now, right here. 

Within seconds his gloves fell to the floor and his lips crashed against mine, his tongue dominating immediately as he broke through my lips. My hands reached straight for his baggy black hair, the tie around my wrists pushing against the back of his neck pressing his mouth to mine as I moved my hips against him, my breasts pressing against his chest. Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against mine and I kept my eyes closed knowing if I saw his face I would panic. But he didn't faint or fall against me weekly, instead, his nails dug through the thin fabric of my skirt into my skin his voice hoarse against my lips.

"Do I show you what I just saw or would you rather I tell you?"

"Show me," I breathed, his hand wrapping tightly around my neck cutting off some of my oxygen but leaving enough for me to breathe.

"Open your eyes," I stared right at him, his face grinning with power with control, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leaned closer. "Hold your hands up and bite down on the tie." Again, I did as I was told feeling a little like an i***t with my hands limp either side of my face but that was quickly forgotten the second his hand had found its way into my underwear. Tracing his fingers between my lips, he rubbed his finger agonizingly slowly against my centre, my whole body shuddering at his bare touch, his eyes never leaving my face as he picked up speed before stopping and slapping my ass again making my breasts jerk up against his face. He lowered his lips to the crook of my breasts bringing his hand down, again and again, my yelps still muffled as I bit harder and harder down on the silk tie. 

Jesus, I wanted to scream out so badly! The ache around my neck and ass was too much, the pleasure building as I ground harder against him. Just stop teasing! 

His hand left my neck and before I knew what was happening, he stood up holding me to his chest so I would slip off before pulling the tie from my mouth and letting my bound wrists fall to my front. He reached around me and pulled down my skirt before arranging my vest and picking up the rest of my items. 

"I'll meet you in the car." He said completely normal as he walked out towards the counter leaving me standing there in complete and utter confusion. 

What. The.  Actual. f**k.

Ummm?

I had to drag my legs towards the front of the store hoping the Clerk wouldn't see me and my bound wrists as I walked out towards the waiting taxi. One glance at my hands and the driver looked away with his eyebrows raised as I sat inside feeling completely lost. I mean I'm so dumbfounded that I actually went out here without as much as a question. I mean . . . I'm still tied up! 

Within a few minutes, he appeared with the clothes I had picked out in various bags. I'm guessing he filled her in on the clothes I was already wearing but oh my god! What if she heard?! 

The minute the door slammed closed, the driver started away and Reagan turned to face me winking. What the hell was that supposed to mean? That was such a hot and cold reaction back there and now he's winking? I'm so confused. 

"Um . . . can you uh . . . untie me since we're done?" His eyebrow raised and a small frown crossed his face.

"Done?" he whispered leaning closer, his hand gliding under my skirt and pushing my underwear to the side before reaching for the small red button by the door handle and pushing it as I watched a black screen fall blocking the driver from us. His lips lowered to my lips, a smirk pulled across his face as I took my lip hostage again. "We're just starting."

Something broke in me at that moment, my hands grabbed his shirt yanking him down against me but within seconds he wrapped my hands behind the head of my seat preventing me from touching him at all. He fell to his knees, his lips falling down my body as he pumped a finger into me, my body grinding against him hands urging him to go faster as I squirmed in my chair dying to touch him. The tie rubbed roughly against my skin but I didn't care, I kept trying to fight against my restraints wanting to touch him. I didn't want it all, I wanted him inside me, I wanted him to feel it too so badly. 

"Bite your lip," He demanded, his free hand wrapping itself around my neck once more applying a little pressure when I didn't obey right away. Guess brothers really do have a lot in common. He added two more fingers, pumping quicker and quicker, my breathing matching his pattern as I felt my muscles tighten. I pulled the tie harder and harder until it snapped, the release throwing me off the edge as I pushed myself against him throwing him back onto the floor of the taxi, his back pressed to where the driver's seat would be. 

"I didn't tell you to do that," He muttered with a frown. 

"But I did it. So you can punish me and then you can tell me what I can do." I whispered, my teeth grazing his ear as I crawled in between his legs. I wanted to please him so badly I couldn't explain it. 

"Punish you?" He repeated yanking my head back so my lips were exposed to him. I nodded getting a thrill from his dominance. I fed off it and I didn't want it to stop. I wanted him to tell me exactly what to do to him. "You sure you want me to punish you? I can be quite brutal." Something about that had me buzzing with excitement. All these feelings so new, so raw it was like I was drugged flying high. Nodding, I slowly sucked on my lip watching his jaw clench tightly.

At first, I thought he was going to kiss me, maybe yank my hair a little harder but instead, he let me go and leaned into my ear as he whispered, "We're back."

My eyes jumped to the window to see the mansion looming above us and I went flying off him yanking my skirt down and checking my top wasn't pulled down, embarrassment filling me up this time as a pair of dark brown eyes bore into me from the porch. Ian stood there with his arms crossed over his chest glaring.  

I didn't bother waiting, I grabbed the bags thanked him and ran straight inside feeling a. annoyed and b. like a fool as I passed Ian and right up to my assigned bedroom.

Well, you did ask him to punish you, you just ended up with two brothers punishing you instead of one.