Chapter Eight.
Two days pass before it happens. My mind had been made up since the night we first made love, and my thoughts had been left to fester. The truth comes out as Peeta is fucking me into consciousness one morning, the words spilling out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.
"Put the handcuffs back on," I pant. "Put them on me, please."
Peeta stops immediately, and I realize the weight of my words. However, I can't take them back. I stay still as Peeta deliberates, his brow furrowed and lips set in a frown.
"Why would you want me to do that, Katniss?"
He's still inside of me, and I wriggle my hips in the way that I've learned that he likes in hopes to takes some of his focus off of the decision. His hands grab my waist and hold me still.
"I've been thinking about it," I admit shyly. "I think that I might not mind being tied up while we...fuck."
Although an adequate description of what we've been doing, the word sounds wrong. Peeta doesn't dwell on it, instead he focuses on my request.
"Is it because of me?" he asks worriedly. "Did I do something?"
"No!" I insist. "You've been perfect, Peeta. It's just something that I thought we could try. Forget I said anything."
"I'm not going to forget," Peeta says. He starts to slowly rock against me, and I groan. Then he grabs my wrists and holds them down on the pillow above my head, his eyes darkening. My heart skips a beat. "I'm going to do exactly want you want."
Without letting go of my wrists, Peeta stretches over me and reaches beneath the bed. He produces the discarded handcuffs and reattaches me to the iron posts above the bed. The cool metal sends a shiver through me, one which Peeta notices.
"Thank you," I breathe.
Peeta grunts in response and shakes the cuffs to test their security. Then he slips his hands underneath me to raise my hips, and starts pounding into me without warning.
"Yes!" I exclaim. He fucks me viciously, without abandon, and I can tell that having me willfully tied up is turning him on as well. My skin is chafing against the bindings with each thrust and I hope they bruise.
"You look," Peeta pants as a bead of sweat drips off of his forehead and onto my chest, "so. Fucking. Sexy." He accentuates each word with a particularly hard thrust that has me cry out. My eyes roll back in my head when he fingers dip down to rub my clit.
"Look at me," Peeta commands suddenly. Before either of us can realize what's happening, his fingers close around my throat and force my head towards him. His grip isn't threatening in the slightest, but I still lose my breath. My eyes open wide, and I clench around him.
Peeta gives me light, experimental squeeze.
I come without warning, and I'm sure that the cuffs break my skin as I writhe and squirm around on the bed, but the feeling is so delicious that I don't care. Peeta comes seconds later, his warm cum filling me to the brim. I love the feeling of it seeping out of me as we lay together afterwards, both trying to catch our breath.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks once our heart rates have returned to normal.
"You didn't hurt me," I say, rolling over and resting my head on his chest.
"Your wrists are cut. I grabbed your throat."
"That's true," I agree. "But you didn't hurt me."
I know we have a lot of talking to do, but neither of us want to do it. Instead, he kisses the top of my head and brushes a stand of hair behind my ear.
"Okay," he says. "You would tell me if I did, right?"
"Of course," I promise. But after how I felt when he squeezed my throat, I can't help but wonder if maybe that's a lie.
District Thirteen
"Come on, Jo, you can do this," Johanna mutters to herself, clutching the shower curtain. The steam is making her hair stick to the back of her neck, and she doesn't mind. They used only the iciest water in the Capitol, so she has found that warmer water is easier to tolerate. But regardless of the temperature, water is water, and the idea of submerging herself makes her want to vomit.
Taking a deep breath, she yanks the curtain back. Her bare skin pebbles with goosebumps despite the heat and a shiver wracks her body. "You can do it, J-"
"Johanna!"
The pounding at her door makes her jump. She quickly shuts off the water and throws on her robe, racing to the door.
"Johanna! Open up!"
She flings open the door and finds Annie, her fist poised in mid-air.
"Annie? What the hell are you-"
Annie shoves past her, sprinting to the bathroom. She throws herself over the toilet and heaves, relinquishing her dinner into the bowl. Johanna follows timidly behind her.
"I'm sorry," Annie chokes out. Johanna kneels behind her and gathers Annie's wispy black hair in her hands. "I-I didn't know who else to go to." She heaves again.
"Shhh," Johanna says, rubbing her back. "Just get it all out."
She pukes once more before resting her cheek on the rim of the bowl and letting out a shaky breath. Johanna grabs a washcloth and runs it under cold water, careful to not let it touch her skin. When she dabs it along Annie's neck and forehead, the young woman whimpers.
"Was it something you ate?" Johanna asks. "We had the same thing at dinner and I feel fine."
"No, it's not." Annie wipes her mouth and sits up straight. "I was on my way here anyway, but it hit before it usually does."
"What hit?"
"I guess I can't technically call it morning sickness," Annie says. She grabs Johanna's hands and clenches them tightly in hers. "Jo, I think I'm pregnant."
Dinner is like foreplay for us. I notice how Peeta's eyes darken when my tongue catches a bit of mashed potatoes caught on my lip. His Adam's apple bobs as he takes a long swig from his glass of water, making it nearly impossible for me not to throw myself over the table and lick it.
"Come with me," he commands once the last bit of food has been swallowed. I stand immediately and follow him down the hall. He leads me to the bathroom, where he turns on the water for the shower and waits until the steam has filled the room to turn to me.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he says, grabbing my shirt at the hem. "About what I'm going to do to you. I think you'll quite enjoy it."
He strips me bare before I can so much as unbutton his shirt. Once we are both naked, I take my time with him, kissing a path down his chest before taking his cock in my hand and stroking his length. My tongue gently flicks over the tip and he hisses.
"No," Peeta says, grabbing me by my elbows and pulling me to my feet. "None of that right now. I want to focus on you."
Apparently his prosthetic functions fine in water, because he doesn't move to take it off. Instead, he pulls us under the steady stream of water and holds me tight as it soaks us. I clasp my hands together behind his back, resting right above his surprisingly shapely behind. Puckering my lips, I tilt my head back, requesting a kiss that he immediately gives.
"You taste the same." The words shock me, even though it's me speaking them. "It doesn't matter what you've eaten or where we are. Every time we've kissed, you've tasted the exact same way."
"And what kind of taste is that?"
"Sweet, but a manly sweet. Like a sugar sprinkled over a bed of herbs."
Peeta chokes out a laugh against my lips and kisses me again, this time slipping his tongue into my mouth. "That's an interesting combination. I hope it isn't offensive."
"No," I insist. "I love it."
"Good. Now, spread your legs," he commands. When I do, his hands cover mine and guide them behind me. "Now grab your ass for me, baby."
"What?" I grip my cheeks and Peeta turns me around so my back is to him. "Peeta, what are you-"
"Shhh. Do you trust me, Katniss?"
"Yes," I say. "But-"
"Then be quiet and do as I say." His voice has lost all traces of joking, instead taking on the authoritative tone from earlier in the morning that had me dripping in seconds. "Bend forward a little...That's it. Fuck, Katniss, you're fucking perfect."
His praise is helpful, but I'm still a bit self-conscious. I'm bent over at the waist with both hands grasping my ass, spreading myself so he has a full view of my most intimate area. I look behind me and see Peeta fiddling with the shower head. I'm about to question him when he points it directly at me.
"Oh, shit!" I exclaim as the hot water hits my back. It runs in rivulets down my skin, over my back hole and my already soaked pussy. Peeta makes a noise of approval and turns the temperature up higher so it's almost scalding hot. I shriek as touches my skin, but I open myself more to it. The pain is overridden by the waves of pleasure I feel as each droplet travels down my body.
"I knew you'd like this," Peeta murmurs, sinking to his knees behind me. "You like a little pain, don't you, Katniss?"
"Ye-es," I gasp as his lips find my clit. He gives it one hard suck before moving to lap at my arousal. I let go of my ass and put both hands on the wall of the shower to brace myself, anticipating that my legs are going to be useless in about two minutes.
Two of his fingers slip inside of me. "Do you like the water burning your pussy, Katniss?"
"Yes, Peeta- oh!" His curls his finger and hits the spot that makes me tremble.
"Be specific," Peeta snaps, giving my ass a hard slap that makes me cry out. "What else did you like?"
"I liked how it fe-felt on my-" His resumes his assault on my clit, still working his fingers inside of me, and I lose my train of thought. "My...Oh, Peeta."
I grind myself over his face, desperate for as much friction as I can get. One arm wraps around my thighs, holding me in place against him as he eats my pussy with vigor. My pants have turned into moans which are quickly becoming screams. The sudden absence of his fingers is jarring, but I soon forget them when he slips one into my back hole.
"You liked how it felt on this pretty little hole, didn't you?" he purrs, playing with me gently. I had sucked in a huge breath I had yet to release and my mouth was open, gaping like a fish. "And you like how my finger feels, don't you? Do you want me to fuck you in your tight little ass, Katniss?"
"Fuck, Peeta, I-"
"Not today," he says suddenly. Peeta removes his finger and I'm left with a mild burning sensation that is odd but not at all unpleasant. I forget about it once he stands and brushes his throbbing cock over my folds.
"Yes, Peeta, please," I beg. "Please fuck me now."
I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"As you wish."
I don't think I will ever tire of him filling me. If two of his fingers can make me see stars, then his cock is like pure magic. I don't know if it's because of how good he feels, or how turned on I already was, or a combination of both, but I barely last a minute before I'm coming harder than he's ever made me come before.
"Damn," he says as I shudder around him. His arms wraps around my waist and pull me up so I'm pressed against him, holding me close as I ride out the waves of my orgasm.
"That was...I've never...Wow," I manage. Peeta chuckles as he kisses my temple. He's still inside me and I can feel him throbbing, desperate for his own release. I immediately drop to my knees and before he can say anything I envelop him in my mouth.
He offers no protest.
I take him as deep as I can without gagging, and what I can't fit in my mouth I work with my hands. It doesn't take long before Peeta's fingers wind themselves into my hair and he starts doing the work himself. I relax and let him fuck my mouth, so incredibly turned on by the sight of him above me, his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes trying to stay open; I know how much he loves to watch me.
"Katniss, I'm coming," he warns me. It's a good thing I wasn't planning on pulling away, because two seconds later my mouth his being filled with hot spurts of his cum. I swallow everything he gives me eagerly, relishing the look on his face as I do so.
"Wow," he pants.
I swallow once more for good measure and then smirk. "My sentiments exactly."
The water I had almost forgotten was pouring on us starts to run cold, so Peeta helps me to my feet and shuts it off. He wrings out my hair and although we never actually cleaned ourselves, I feel more refreshed than I have in years.
Peeta grabs a fluffy towel and wraps it his hips, then grabs one for me and swaddles me like a baby so only my face is peeking out. Then he scoops me up into his arms and carries me bridal style back into the bedroom.
I cackle as we cross the threshold, imagining how foolish we must look to an outsider. Peeta tosses me playfully onto the bed and then sits on the side to he can remove his prosthetic. I help him detach it, and once he's placed it on the floor I press a kiss to the red, irritated skin where it had chafed.
"You know, Katniss," he says, pulling me onto his lap. I take the towel from my head and throw it to the ground, then I wrap my legs around his waist. Our bare centers are merely two inches apart, but there isn't anything sexual about the embrace. I can see by the softness in his eyes that what he is about to say is important. "A lot of shit has happened to both of us."
Not exactly what I had imagined.
"That's true," I agree. "We've had our fair share of horrors."
"But I want you to know," he continues, "that you're worth it. If doing everything again meant that I would still end up here, with you, hijacked or not, I would do it. We've been on a fucked up ride together, but you need to know, Katniss, that you've been worth every second."
I don't know how to respond. Now would be the perfect time to blurt everything out, to tell him how I feel and for everything to be lovely, but I can't find the words. So I do the only thing I know he will understand, the only thing that will convey to him how much he truly means to me.
I lean forward, press a gentle kiss to his lips, and then, running my fingers through his hair in the way I know relaxes him the most, I start to sing.
So, what did you guys think? I wanted to make this extra smutty since I've made you wait so long. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks to wollaston for being my awesome beta, and if you guys have any questions or just want to chat, I'm on tumblr as 'ohalaskayoung'. Thanks for reading! :)
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