40. VANYA: EDGING

Obsidian spread my pussy open with his thumbs before he licked me from my entrance up to my pulsing clit.
He purred. “If you’re a good girl and keep quiet, you’ll get a reward at the end of your punishment. But if you’re a bad girl. . .” he left the words hanging between us.
I was determined to follow his orders.
His lips closed around my clit. With his tongue pressed flat to the hard bud, Obsidian started growling.
I bit down on the material when the pleasure hit. How the hell was I supposed to stay silent when he did that? My breathing increased as the pleasure rose. Just before I could crash over the edge, he pulled away.
A whimper fell from my lips before I could stop it. The material silenced some of the sounds but I knew that he heard it because of his amazing hearing.
Obsidian chuckled. It sounded pure evil.
*Fuck. He’s going to make sure that I remember this punishment*.
His hands slid up to grip the back of my thighs as he lowered his head again. I only had time to suck in a breath before his lips wrapped around my clit again.
It was pure agony to be so close to orgasm only for him to pull back. I knew why he chose edging as a punishment and if it continued for much longer, I was never going to disobey him again.
My clit was already sensitive. I squirmed, trying to get away from his mouth when his head lowered once again. It was hard to keep silent when all I wanted to do was scream in frustration.
“Such a good girl,” Obsidian purred, blowing air onto my soaked pussy.
He entered me with his tongue and groaned as he lapped at my juices. Obsidian sat up and pulled the pants the rest of the way down my legs. Throwing it aside, he placed his hands on my knees and slowly pushed my legs apart.
I moaned when his sweaty skin brushed mine as he slowly crawled over my body. Settling on his elbows, he reached for the shirt. My lips parted when he freed the material from my mouth. I pulled the shirt off the rest of the way and dropped it over the side of the bed. The moment I lowered my arms, he gripped my wrist and pinned my hands above my head.
Ezra shifted, making me tense but Obsidian didn’t seem to care. His lips captured mine, making me forget about everything else but him. Obsidian broke the kiss a few minutes later to press kisses along my jaw and down to my neck.
Obsidian raised his head and although I couldn’t see him as clearly as I wanted to, I opened my eyes anyway and stared up at him. Reaching down, he gripped my knee and squeezed it as he hesitated. Swallowing, Obsidian slipped his hand down to my calve and then guided my leg around his hip. His hand stayed there for a few seconds and then slid to my ass as he entered me.
The orgasm that followed was unexpected.
I gripped his hips with my legs and rolled my hips to draw the orgasm out. My teeth sunk into my lips to keep me from crying out. Shaking, I lowered my free arm and grabbed hold of his shoulder. His fingers twitched against my skin which was the only sign he showed to my touch.
His lips brushed my jaw when he lowered his head to press his face to the crook of my neck. His hold on my wrist slowly loosened. He slipped his hand under my back and then down to grip my ass.
A moan slipped free. Obsidian growled. Thunder boomed, lightning flashed and the rain started falling harder, but still Obsidian kept his thrust slow and steady.
I wanted hard and fast. I wanted him to fuck me as he had during my heat when he strengthened our bond.
Hooking my legs higher, I pressed my feet to his ass and tried to move my hips. Tried being the keyword. The position we were in prevented me from changing our position or even moving my hips.
“Obsidian,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He sucked on my skin until I was left squirming under him. Smiling against my skin, he gave my ass a squeeze but slowed his movements instead of speeding up. He was barely fucking moving. Sure, I had an orgasm but I wanted another one and another to make up for all the times he pulled away before I crashed over the edge.
Besides, he had promised me a reward.
I buried my hands in his hair and pulled, forcing him to raise his head. He hissed at me in perfect timing because lightning flashed, giving me the opportunity to see his face.
“You promised me a reward,” I whispered, ignoring the flash of fear that filled me when my eyes locked on his sharp teeth. “I was good. I followed—”
My words were cut off by another round of booming thunder that made the windows vibrate. Someone screamed in the hall, making Obsidian tense.
His attention snapped to the door and mine would’ve followed if the scream hadn’t trigged something inside me.
It could simply have been a scene from a movie I had watched months ago. Or maybe a flashback of Charlene’s body.
Whatever it was snapped me right out of my mood. I pressed my hands to Obsidian’s chest and pushed.
“Get off,” I ordered. “Please.”
My voice cracked because the image flashed through my mind again. It got clearer and clearer with each passing second. It was no scene from a movie but a memory; one that was buried so deep that it had gotten lost with all the other forgotten memories.
Nausea hit as more details were revealed. I stumbled in the direction of the bathroom but unfortunately, I didn’t make it far. The bile rose in my throat and unable to stop it, I puked on the carpet.
“Vanya.”
“Sugarplum.”
“Rosebud.”
An arm slipped around my waist, preventing me from landing in the vomit when my legs gave way.
“Take her to the bathroom.”
There was blood. So much blood. Her clothes were soaked and it was spreading across the floor. She wasn’t begging him anymore, she was just lying there, head tilted towards me with her eyes wide open and staring directly at me.
“Breathe sweetness. Focus on me.” A hand gripped mine. “You’re having a panic attack, Vanya. Breathe with me.”
“It’s not working. Move!”
“Ezra—”
“Shut up and let me help her.”
I was moved and then surrounded by warmth. The memory began to fade when he started purring. Everything snapped back into focus.
I was on Ezra’s lap, cradled to his chest with Devrim crouched in front of me. Obsidian hovered behind him, looking ready to bolt.
“Vanya.” My eyes snapped to Devrim’s. “You need to breathe, rosebud. I promise that you’re okay. We won’t allow anyone to hurt you.”
“We should call a doctor,” Ezra said.
I instantly shook my head. It took a while before I managed to catch my breath. I was shaking and still feeling a bit sick, but not sick enough for them to call a doctor.
Silence hung between us, making it easy to hear the storm raging outside.
It had been raining that night too.
“Do you need anything?” Ezra asked softly.
I shook my head. As long as they stayed with me I needed nothing.
Sliding from Ezra’s lap, I walked past Obsidian and into the bedroom to the discarded clothes on the floor. I pulled on Obsidian’s shirt as I took a seat on the bed.
Ezra was the first to exit the bathroom and join me. His lips were pursed but he said nothing as he laid down and opened his arms. I smiled and crawled closer. Settling against his side, I lowered my head to his chest and closed my eyes.
“Are you sure that you don’t want anything?” he asked again.
I nodded.
The bed dipped behind me and a second later a hard body was pressed to my back. He placed his hand on my hip and gave it a soft squeeze.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Devrim asked.
I didn’t answer him immediately. If I told them what I saw that night, we might be able to figure out exactly what had led up to it and why he had done it.
But what was the use?
The fire destroyed all the evidence we might have had. Reeves were already in jail. But telling them would help us get the answers we were searching for about Mom’s death.
“You said that sometimes when something tragic happens your mind blocks those memories.”
Ezra hummed. “It’s the mind’s way of protecting you from that trauma.”
“You remember something, don’t you?” Devrim questioned.
I swallowed. ”Yes.”
Something clattered to the floor in the bathroom. I raised my head and glanced towards the door just as Obsidian appeared in the doorway.
“You remember,” he breathed. “What do you remember?”