The Anti-hero (The Goode Brothers)

Everything that exists behind the door labeled “Black Room” reeks of both salvation and ruin. The moment Sage opens the door, I feel everything inside me suddenly at war. The things I want battling the things I know I shouldn’t have.

The man who wanted to be a hero against the man who knows heroes don’t truly exist—not like that. Not the way my father trained me.

The excitement of uncovering this new side of myself at war with the fear that I won’t ever become the good man I sought to be.

The terror of losing myself in unlearning the indoctrination I’ve been brainwashed to believe.

And the strongest battle of them all—this unyielding and intoxicating lust-fueled desire to dominate her against the shame of being a monster if I do.

I’m pretty sure I know which side is going to win.

Sage squeezes my hand as we walk inside. I try to focus on her because looking around the room is getting to my head at the moment. As she locks the dead bolt on the door, she keeps her eyes on me, and I force myself to breathe.

My cock is already throbbing in my pants, and I’m dying to touch her and relieve this ache inside me. Before she can say a word, I pull her into my arms, lifting her from the floor until she wraps her legs around me.

“I want you to take the lead,” she whispers against my lips. Her eyes are still focused on mine as if we’re shutting out everything else. Until we’re ready to acknowledge them.

I drop her onto the elevated bed, leaning over to kiss her. When we pull away from the heated exchange, she looks at me again. “I’m yours, Adam. You can do whatever you want to me, and if I need you to stop, I’ll say red, okay?”

“Red. Got it.”

Then she strokes my face as she gazes into my eyes, and it’s like she can see everything happening inside my mind. Like she’s staring right into the battle that’s taking place there. As she touches my cheek, she whispers, “It’s safe here.”

I let my eyes close, kissing her again. All I feel at this moment is relief and immense appreciation. How this woman seems to always know how to comfort me and bring me peace is either a sign that she’s simply perfect or simply perfect for me.

Do I bring her the same feeling? The last time I cared so much for another person’s well-being, I fucked it up. I don’t intend to do that again.

Sage needs me to protect her, keep her, own her. So that’s what I’ll do.

“Lie down,” I say in a low, assertive command.

Letting out a sigh, she releases her hold of my neck and lets her legs fall from around my hips. Then, she does as I say and reclines on the bed, staring up at me for her next instruction.

As I stand up and stare at her laid out before me, I let all the noise in my head silence. I’m not thinking about shame or fear. I’m focused only on her and how exquisite she looks.

In her thin cotton sundress, I run my fingers along the length of her bare thighs, lifting the fabric to reach her blue lace panties hiding beneath. Then I take my time, slipping off each of her shoes and drawing my touch all the way back up to her dress, lifting it up until it exposes her petite, perky breasts.

She shudders as I run my thumb over the hard bud on the right side. I love seeing Sage like this. Like she’s mine. She is perfect and beautiful and sexy, and she belongs to me. Not because I’ve taken her but because she’s offered herself up to me. Because she sees me as worthy of that.

Because I am worthy.

“Come here,” I say. So she sits back up and lets me pull her dress all the way over her head. Then I press her back down as I drag her panties down her legs. She’s lying naked in front of me, and it feels like I have the whole world in my hands.

I continue to play with her, teasing her with my touch until she’s practically writhing on the bed. My fingers cascade up her legs, tempting her to move but demanding she stay still. I want to cherish every perfect inch of her body before I wreck her. Because when I’m done here, I won’t be as gentle.

When she lets out a whine from my fingers sliding through her folds, I pull away. She’s fidgeting on the bed as I undo each of the buttons on my shirt. After I slip it off and hang it over the chair in the corner, I take a look around the room. There are so many different kinds of restraints displayed—cuffs, rope, gags, but when my eyes land on a long black bar with two leather straps on either side, I take it. Then I decide on the two black ribbons hanging from a hook on the wall.

Her eyes are settled on mine as I instruct her to hold her wrists out for me. While I tie her two hands together with one, she keeps her gaze settled on my face, the look of lust growing stronger with each second. As if the more and more she becomes restrained for me, the more aroused she gets.

Wrapping the other ribbon around her eyes, I watch her lips part as I take away her ability to see.

Then, I pick up the long metal pole, and I slip one of her ankles into the cuff, clipping it with ease. She shudders with anticipation.

“You said you want to be my fuck toy, didn’t you?”

She nods, biting her lip.

I move to the other ankle, drawing it out wide until her legs are spread for me. As I click the other one in, I give her a wicked grin she can’t see. “Because you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

She writhes a little, adjusting to the bar. “Yes,” she murmurs, and something inside me stirs at the sound of that.

She lets out a loud, frightened yelp as I yank on the bar, dragging her to the edge of the bed. Then, I grind my cock against her as I mutter, “You’re my filthy little slut.”

Humming with need as she tries to twist and writhe against me, searching for friction, I hold the bar in my hand, her legs high in the air.

“Say it again, Peaches. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your filthy little slut.”

My cock threatens to spill just from those words alone. I love her like this, vulnerable and dirty and mine.

“Hold your legs up. Let me look at you.”

She does as I say, keeping her wide legs held upward, exposing her beautiful pink pussy to me while I slowly undo the belt of my pants. The entire time I’m removing them, I’m just thinking about how good it’s going to feel to be inside her.

In this moment, there is no shame. Only trust and desire. Because, as she said, it’s safe here, and I’m well aware she wasn’t referring to this room or this club but to us.

Her bound wrists rest above her head while her legs start to shake from the effort of holding them up for me. All I want to do is fuck her. There are a million things in this room I could use on her, but there is only one place I want to be, so I can’t focus on anything else.

Grabbing the pole that holds her legs apart, I press it toward her, practically folding her in half as I line my cock up with her wet, needy cunt and thrust myself inside her.

She lets out a desperate sound, somewhere between a scream and a groan, as I pull out and force myself back in. And just as I expected, she feels like heaven. Just the sight of her, bound and blindfolded, offering her body to me like some sort of sacrament, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Slamming into her relentlessly, I feel like I’m binding us together with each thrust until we are one.

“This cunt feels so fucking good, Peaches.”

I pound into her even harder, making her cry out.

“Louder,” I command, and she responds with another scream.

Without any warning, I pull out of her and grab the bar on either side. Then, I flip her and she gasps when I take her by surprise. Yanking her backward until her feet are on the floor, still spread wide, I push her head down into the mattress as I fill her up again.

It feels so good to let go. To let this darker side of me take shape, like meeting a part of myself I’ve kept hidden my entire life. Trusting that she actually likes it. I’m giving her what she wants, and it’s not just for me or for her, but for us.

Fucking her into the mattress, I lose control, smacking her ass hard with the palm of my hand just to hear her scream again. The entire time I’m just chanting in my mind—mine, mine, mine.

Then my internal thoughts come slipping through my lips with every thrust.

“My filthy little slut. My beautiful, sexy fuck toy. My Peaches. My god.”

With that thought, I let go. I come and come and come. Losing track of time and myself, I let my body take over, grinding against her as I fill her up, imagining that while she takes my cum, she takes a piece of me—my sacrifice.

I’m hunched over her, my heart pounding against her back as I listen to her breathing. For a long time, we lie there together, catching our breaths, letting our hearts slow, and letting the post-sex haze settle over us.

When I finally pull out of her, I stand back and watch the cum drip from between her legs. I let it drip all the way down like it’s some sort of dirty ritual. Then I lower to my knees to unclasp each cuff, releasing her ankles from the bar. While I’m down there, I press my lips to the mermaid tattoo on her thigh.

Standing up, I lift Sage into my arms, cradling her against my chest while her eyes are still blindfolded and her hands are still tied. Carrying her around to the top of the bed, I place her there with her head on the pillows.

Then I settle myself between her legs, my face buried between her thighs. When she feels my tongue lapping at her cum-soaked core, she tries to close them and gasps in surprise. “What are you doing?”

I ease her thighs open as I kiss each one. “I’m rewarding my good little slut.”

Then, I lick her open again, tasting the saltiness of what I left behind mixed with her familiar flavor. I’m perverted and sick for how much I love it.

When she finally relaxes her knees to the sides, she arches her back and eases into the pleasure of my mouth. Her breathing turns shallow, letting out tiny sounds with each exhale. Then, I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her legs buck and her spine curl.

Taking my time with her, I hum against her, my lips around her clit. Just watching her writhe and squirm with pleasure has my cock thickening again. Already I miss being inside her. I’d stay there for good if I could.

My hips grind against the mattress as I watch her body slowly morph with her climax. Her skin glistens. Her muscles clench. Seeing her come feels like my reward as much as hers.

After she’s come down from her high, I slowly crawl up her body, kissing my way over her stomach and chest. Then I lift the blindfold from her face.

“Since you told me once you love to watch,” I say as I wrap my hand around my stiff length and stroke with fast, eager strokes. Settled between her legs, I fuck my fist as she watches with rapt, hungry attention. She bites her lip and moans along with me as if she can feel it too. With the taste of her on my tongue, it doesn’t take me long before I’m grunting out my release, spilling warm, salty jets of cum over her naked body.

I’m left gasping, my skin buzzing as I wring myself dry. Exhausted, I nearly collapse on top of her.

When our eyes meet, we share a smile.

“Not too bad, Church Boy,” she whispers.

I find myself laughing as I lower myself over her, letting her tiny body wrap its way around me. After pulling the ribbon from her wrists, I settle into her arms as I let her embrace silence every warring thought in my mind. For the time being, I’m at peace.