Songs for this chapter:
• Often - The Weeknd
• Quit - Ariana Grande
Chapter Seven:
Lexi's POV
Bryce carefully lays me down on my back, kneeling beside my legs as his hands work to pull the sweatshirt that I'm wearing up over my head.
I feel his fingers slip in between my legs, and I can't help but to clench my thighs together, trapping his hand.
When I look up at Bryce's face, I find him wearing a worried expression.
"Did you change your mind? Do you not want to do this anymore?" he asks me softly, retracting his hand out from between my legs.
I bite my lip, a little surprised that he's not upset about my sudden mood change.
"No. I still want to do this. I'm just a little bit nervous," I confess, and Bryce reaches up to stroke the side of my jaw.
"I don't know how you went from asking me to make you scream to this," he murmurs, and I feel my cheeks flush red.
"Um . . . I was just trying to be sexy," I whisper, and Bryce frowns.
Pursing his lips, together, Bryce tells me, "Baby girl, you don't have to try to be sexy. You're sexy as hell all the time. I'm not even kidding. You're so fucking perfect."
I want to remind him of how perfect he is but I'm a little breathless, and the only word that I'm able to muster is a whispered, "Bryce."
All Bryce does is nod at me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead before asking, "All good?"
I nod frantically at him, watching as he then pulls his sweatshirt up over his head. His shirt comes off next, his pants and socks falling to the floor as well soon after.
When he catches me just laying there, watching him like a total creep, he bends down so that his lips are hovering merely a couple centimetres away from my ear.
His warm breath fanning against my neck sends a series of shivers down my spine, and I feel my whole body tighten as Bryce whispers the simple words, "Clothes off."
There's just something about the tone of his voice that leaves me desperate for air. He's sounds so commanding and powerful that I can't even stop myself from obeying him.
As soon as Bryce leans back to give me some space, I frantically tug all of the layers of clothing off of my body until I'm left in just my bra and underwear. Bryce watches me with an amused expression the whole entire time, taking a seat next to me to make himself comfortable.
Bryce licks his lips upon seeing my matching underwear set made of baby pink lace, despite that he had a fairly good view of my bra earlier thanks to that sheer tank top I had decided to wear. Feeling nervous, I lift myself up so that I'm in a kneeling position, staring at Bryce who is still regarding me with love and lust in his eyes.
"You're awfully desperate today," Bryce mumbles, and I watch as he stretches out his long legs before patting the tops of his thighs.
I scramble to sit in his lap, eagerly wrapping my legs around his waist. He quirks an eyebrow up at me, but he doesn't say anything as he reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra before tossing it somewhere in the room.
"Fucking gorgeous," he states, more to himself than to me, and I feel my cheeks heat as he examines my body carefully.
I feel the strong urge to wrap my arms around my body to cover myself up, but I'm slowly starting to believe that, by some miracle, Bryce truly does think that I'm beautiful.
I still don't know what to say, and so I continue to let Bryce take the lead as he tells me, "We're going to try something a little bit different tonight. Okay?"
Although his words could mean a variety of different things, most of which completely terrify me, I decide to just go along with it.
"Yeah," I respond, a little out of breath already.
Bryce's lips turn up into a mischievous smirk. "Good girl," he murmurs, and I feel my heart skip a beat.
When he notices the dazed look on my face, he innocently asks me, "What? You are going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?"
I don't even have words. I feel my whole body begin trembling, the shaking only intensifying when Bryce's hand reaches down for my hips.
He hooks one of his fingers under the waistband of my underwear, pulling back the elastic before releasing it.
The fabric snaps back, hitting my skin with a slight pinch.
I accidentally let out an audible gasp.
It's as though something has switched within Bryce. He's got this look in his eye that is more intense than anything I've seen before, and I find myself growing more and more nervous as he lifts me out of his lap before standing up from the bed.
I watch as Bryce strips off his boxer briefs, and I find myself practically drooling. He grabs both my legs, tugging me to the edge of the bed before reaching around my back to pull me onto my feet.
His hands now find my hips, and I'm confused as of to what he's doing until he whispers, "Bend over."
Oh.
I slowly bend over, planting my hands firmly on the bed. I feel Bryce pulling down my underwear, and when it hits the floor I lift my feet, watching over my shoulder as he kicks the underwear away.
My breath catches once more as Bryce leans forwards, pressing a kiss to the curve of my spine. "This is okay with you?"
I nod, continuing to stare at him over my shoulder as he uses his large hands to hold my hips in place. He pauses for a moment, thinking, before muttering, "You're too short. Kneel on the bed, sweetheart?"
Desperate for this, I do as he commands once more, keeping my hands where they were already planted on the bed.
I can't stop a whimper from falling from my lips as Bryce thrusts his hips against me.
"You said that you wanted me to make you scream, and so I don't think that I'm going to be gentle tonight," Bryce murmurs, and I let out a whine as Bryce bends over so that his body is ghosting over mine.
"Give me a kiss," he mumbles, and despite the fact that my back is still towards him, I do my best to kiss him.
His mouth fuses to mine even as he continues to move against me. I try my best to kiss him still, loving how he coils my hair around his fist like a rope, holding me where he wants me to be.
I can nearly feel the desire and anger surging through Bryce. It's giving me a pleasure I never knew existed, and I can only assume that he'll be able to keep his promise of making me scream soon enough.
I feel so dirty knowing that Scarlett and Anders are just in the other room, not too far away. If I was the same version of myself that I was a few months ago, I would've begged Bryce for us to do this another time.
But I feel a sort of power now. I want everyone to know that Bryce and I do this.
I want everyone to know that we love each other, and that I'm his and he's mine.
Always.
I choke on a sob as the feeling of Bryce intensifies, his hand in my hair tugging harder. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, gently biting down before he halts all movement, straightening his back.
"I want to see that pretty face. Lay on your back for me, baby," he requests, and I flip over as fast as I can, scooting towards the edge of the bed.
Bryce lets out a sound of approval before he grabs my knees, spreading my legs open. Using one of his large hands, he tilts my chin up so that I'm forced to look at him before he tells me, "I'm going to do something, and if you don't like it, just tell me to stop. If you can't speak, hit me in the arm."
I blink at him a few times, wondering what the hell he could be doing that would make me unable to speak, but I soon understand as the hand he has cupping my face trails down to my neck.
Oh my God.
His fingers slowly curl around my neck, his hand covering a vast amount of surface area. I can feel myself gasping for breath already even though Bryce hasn't even tightened his grip at all.
When he sees my mildly distressed expression, he soothingly whispers, "I won't hurt you. I've done this before and I know how to be safe. You'll be okay. If you don't like it, just let me know. I really think you'll enjoy this, though."
I still don't respond and so he sighs before simply asking me, "Do you trust me?"
I nod at him and before I know it, he's applying pressure around my neck as he moves between my legs once more.
I choke on a sob, overwhelmed as I cry out Bryce's name. He has a determined look on his face as he leans forward once more to then press a kiss to my cheek.
"Look at you," he says gruffly, and I whine before he squeezes my neck a little bit tighter.
Wrapping my arms and legs around Bryce's torso, I stare right up into his eyes as he moves above me. I can practically see fire in his gaze as he watches me closely, and as he bites down on his lower lip, he slips his free hand down to where our bodies are connected.
I'm so overwhelmed right now. I don't even think my brain is able to comprehend what's happening.
It's not long before my whole body begins to tighten, my legs shaking as Bryce's promise becomes reality.
I can't help it. All the pleasure is building up inside of me, and it doesn't seem like there's any other way to ease the immense feeling that I'm experiencing in any way other than screaming, deliriously calling out Bryce's name as I beg him not to stop.
It feels as if a beam of light is shooting straight through my body. He tightens his grip on my neck even further and I'm suddenly choking, struggling for air as I feel tears begin to stream down my cheeks.
My brain feels slow. It's as if I've blacked out for a few seconds as before I know it, Bryce's face is pressed to the crook of my neck as he curses.
We remain like this for a moment, and I trace the muscles of Bryce's back before he stands up, staring at me for a moment. I take a large gulp of air in as soon as he removes his hand from my neck, and I'd be lying if I said that I don't feel a little funny.
Bryce takes a seat down on the bed beside me, pulling back the covers so that he can slip underneath. I crawl on top of him, laying down across his chest before he tucks the covers around us.
"How did you like that?" he asks me, and when I glance up at his face, I find him pinching the surface of his eyeball.
"What the heck are you doing?" I blurt out, and Bryce laughs as he pulls a small, thin, and slightly-blue disc out of his eye.
"Just taking my contacts out," he answers, and I watch in horror as he repeats the action with the other eye.
Grimacing, I ask, "Doesn't that . . . hurt?"
He shakes his head at me, and I continue to watch him place the small objects down on his bedside table. When he catches me staring, he explains, "I usually have to clean them and shit but I have to switch out to a new pair tomorrow."
When I continue to stare he just chuckles, a beautiful sound, before wrapping his arms right around me while placing a kiss to my forehead.
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I wake up alone in bed, the bedroom door shut.
I can hear the soft hum of chatter coming from the kitchen, and so I slip out of bed while doing my best to straighten the covers.
Although I know that Bryce wakes up extremely early and therefore it's unfair of me to expect him to just lay in bed until I wake up as well, I sort of wish that I he would've waited for me to face Scarlett and Anders.
There is absolutely no way that they didn't hear us last night.
Last night was a different kind of sex. It was much rougher than Bryce has ever been with me before, that's for sure, but it was also passionate in a way that I didn't know was possible.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that we were both slightly angry deep down inside, thanks to our unwelcome visitors. I guess it could also be blamed on how small and submissive I felt, ready to follow every single one of Bryce's commands.
I love to see him that way, so . . . dominant. It suits him, and I know that it's a part of himself that he keeps tucked away for people to only see on rare occasions.
The thought of his hand around my neck makes me blush, and I shake my head to clear it of those wicked thoughts as I cross the room.
Locating where Bryce had placed my suitcase yesterday afternoon, I rummage around inside to try and find something suitable to throw on before facing Anders, Scarlett, and Bryce. Although I'm sure that Bryce would be thrilled to see me walk out into the kitchen naked on any ordinary occasion, he may murder Anders and Scarlett if they see me with any less clothes on than during that stunt I pulled yesterday.
When I spot a satin silver nightgown that I don't think I've worn around Bryce before, I grab it out of the bag along with a pair of white lace underwear. Pulling the pair of underwear up my legs and then the nightgown down over my head, I make my way across the room to examine myself in the mirror.
My hair is a mess. It's certainly evident that Bryce had been running his fingers through it as he made love to me, and since my hairbrush is one of the few things that I had already brought to my dorm yesterday, I just brush my fingers through the long locks.
Taking a deep breath, I make my way to the doorway. My hand is trembling a little bit as I reach for the doorknob, not sure if I'm ready to hear any of the rude and crude comments that I'm sure Scarlett will come up with yet.
Not allowing myself to stall any longer, I twist the knob, swiftly pushing the door wide open.
I feel three pairs of eyes immediately shoot to me.
Anders and Scarlett are seated at the island while Bryce leans against the counter, standing across from them. Scarlett and Anders both have steaming cups of coffee resting on the counter in front of them, and Bryce is sipping from his own mug as he stares at me.
Anders and Bryce are both wearing sweatpants and neither are wearing shirts. Although I'm obviously extremely familiar with Bryce's body, I'm at first startled to see Anders with so little clothing on.
My eyes are soon drawn to the tattoos on his back, and though I don't give myself much time to stare, I can spot what appears to be doves flying across the sky.
I now look to Scarlett, who has her onyx hair tied up into a bun. She has on an oversized T-shirt and nothing else, her legs crossed as she taps her long red fingernails against the side of her coffee cup.
Glancing back towards Bryce, I watch him set his mug down before he raises his hand up, extending one finger to gesture for me to come nearer to him.
Taking hurried steps, I head across the room and directly into Bryce's open arms.
"Good morning, my sweet angel," he whispers to me, pinching some of the smooth material of my nightgown between his fingers. I can't help but to let out a giggle at the new nickname, planting a kiss right against the hard muscles of my boyfriend's chest.
"Good morning, Bryce," I respond, wrapping my legs firmly around Bryce's waist as he hoists me up into his arms, turning us around so that he can set me down on the counter behind us.
This leaves me facing Scarlett and Anders, both of them sporting unamused expressions as they watch Bryce and I.
I wink directly at Scarlett before shutting my eyes, draping my arms around Bryce's neck as he holds me tight.
"You slept well?" Bryce asks me, to which I nod against his chest; I love how he's still this much taller than me even as I'm sitting on the counter.
"You always do an excellent job at tiring me out," I whisper, letting a cheeky smile creep up onto my lips.
"Speaking of that . . . Are you two always so goddamn loud?" Scarlett suddenly hisses.
Bryce lets out a deep chuckle, and I love how his chest falls up and down as he laughs. I snuggle closer against him, opening my eyes.
"I suppose that we're just used to having the place to ourselves," he then tells Scarlett wryly, and I peer over Bryce's shoulder to watch as she rolls her eyes at him.
A/N: I'm hoping that less people are opposed to choking than a daddy kink, but I really have no clue. Whoops.
Sorry for the wait on this chapter, but I'm having a hard time putting my ideas into words.