Oh Ransom
WARNING SMUT AHEADÂ
Ransom's voice carried through the house like a petulant child. But then again, when didn't it?
"If I hear you refer to me as Ransom one more timeâŠ"
"What do you plan to do Hugh, annoy her to death?" I cut him off as I stepped into the library. Fran scattered away trying to avoid the temper tantrum that was playing out in front of me. Clearly Ransom was in a mood todayâŠand there was nothing I loved more than pushing his buttons further.
"Don't you start with me!" His eyes flared with anger.
"I don't need to start with you, Hugh. You seem to already be half way to bitch town all on your own."
Scanning the room, I spotted the open packet of biscuits next to the leather chair. The chair I dub as Ransom's seat. Well if I'm already playing with fire.
I moved slowly towards the seat and plop down kicking my boots up onto the side table, knocking over Ransom's latest read. It tumbled to the floor with a satisfying smack. Guess he will need to start over.
I pluck a single Lotus cookie out of the bag and pop it into my mouth. My eyes clinging to Ransom while I savour each bite. Each crunch brings another small tick to the bottom right corner of his jaw.
In the 25 years I've known Ransom I can tell you two things: one, he doesn't scare me and two, if you think he's bad, I'm worse.
Growing up near the Thrombey's can teach you many things, but my biggest lesson was how to get under Ransom's skin. After all what is life without a littleâŠfrustration.
Ransom moved past and shoved my feet off the the table before leaning into my face.
"You think you're hot shit? Huh, Y/N? I'm warning you."
I couldn't help the laugh that tumbled out of me. This was always the best he could do. Try to use his height and chiseled jaw line to intimidate. Sadly for him, there was only one part of Ransom that intimidated me.
"Warning me huh? What is my warning?" I tease, plucking another cookie with my manicured black nails.
Ransom snatched my hand into his before it reached my mouth. The force crumpled the biscuit into crumbs in my palm.
"Well that is just a waste of a cookie." I stuck out my bottom lip in a fake pout.
"One more goddamn word out of your mouthâŠ"
"And what? You'll fill it instead?"
This was always my favourite button to push. Ransom had never laid a hand on me. Well, no, that's a lie. He has tried to kill me a time or twenty but never anything more. However, that little vein at the top of his forehead always greeted me when I pushed here.
"I would rather stick a red hot poker in my eye!" Ransom spits. His face still mere inches from my own.
I pat my hand against his stubble. "Oh, that can be arranged darling."
His hand slapped mine out of his face like me touching him was just as bad as the idea of being burned. I almost wanted to see how much it would take for his band to snap. Honestly what is another almost attempt at murder betweenâŠfriendsâŠnoâŠchildhood enemiesâŠmore accurate at least.
I stood from the chair. Ransom didn't budge. Rather he stood his ground as I invaded it. The holes in his sweater were so close now I could see that he was only wearing a black tank top underneath. Typical Ransom.
Usually I would be much shorter, having to usually look up to have a stare off with him. These black boots have been a god send, adding at least 5 inches to my normal height. The one thing Ransom hated almost as much as being called Ransom by the help was feeling like he was losing. But gosh, to watch him lose control just once. Just one tiny break in his control. One snap.
"HughâŠ" I sighed. I moved slightly closer, just a fraction.
"Shut up!" His volume didn't change, still as loud as ever.
I couldn't help the laugh that spilled out of my mouth. Hell, he was easy to rile up. One word and he looked like he wanted to pull a knife from the sculpture on the other side of the library and plunge it into my chest.
His face twitched again, along with the fingers at his side. "Get out of my house, you stupid little bitch." My laugh was only getting louder.
"Your home, Hugh? Really?" I almost had doubled over trying not to smack into his chest.
"What the fuck is that supposed to be mean!"
"It means when the fuck did Harlan die? When did he hand over the deed to you? You want to kick me out of this house you can put me in a body bag to do it!"
Ransom's hand clamped around my throat, his eyes bugging out of his head like he'd been pushed over the edge he was already teetering on. The tips of his fingers burned into my skin in the most delicious way possible.
"If you wanted me to wear a collar you should have just saidâŠ" I choked out with the tiniest opportunity Ransom allowed.
His eyes darkened. Like he hadn't realised the position we were now in. When he clamped my throat we had fallen back into the leather chair. His body pressing me deeper into the material with his crotch firmly pressed against mine.
A low growl extended from the back of his throat. His fingers lightened only enough to give me a slight inhale of oxygen before they clamped back down. But he didn't move further than that. His hips still strongly connected to mine as I felt the warmth from his sweater. The autumn chill in the library wasn't bothering me nearly as much now.
His lips brushed against the shell of my ear. "Let's get one thing straight. The only collar you are going to wear is me. And if you call me Hugh one more time you will be the one leaving in a body bag."
Well, if my panties weren't already soaked through⊠His eyes searched mine, I guess trying to find an answer. Good luck with that. As we learnt years ago my poker face was always better than his.
His fingers loosened around my neck. I could already feel the bruises that would begin showing in a couple of hours.
"My turn to talk now?" My voice hoarse but Ransom gave a small nod. His eyes flickering to my neck as I can feel his dick get even harder at the red marks he left behind. "I'm happy to wear you as a collar, but try to tell me what to call you when your dick is inside me and you'll be leaving here in the body bag."
"Fuccckkkk."
That small amount of control finally snapped. His lips met mine in a fury. If I hadn't been quick enough I swear his teeth could have bitten into my lower lip. His frantic hands itched and clawed at the back of my long sleeve top.
It takes everything in me not to pull at the gaping hole in Ransoms sweater.
"Hugh if you don't take off your fucking sweater I will rip it off!"
He chuckled darkly pulling the material off and placing it on top of the biscuits left on the side table. My eyes finally got to meet the skin on his biceps as the sweater was discarded in favour of only the black tank top.
I let out a loud gasp when my shirt was now split in two down the front hanging open. My push up bra now on display while Ransom smirked and gazed over my chest.
"What the fuck?" I cursed him out.
"IâŠtoldâŠyouâŠnotâŠtoâŠcallâŠmeâŠHugh!" Ransom punctuated each word with an open mouth kiss to the tops of my breasts.
My fingers tangled into his hair pulling his face up to meet mine. My hand tightening into a fist, I was almost thinking some hair would be pulled out of his scalp.
"And I told you I will call you whatever I want."
"Ahhhhh no, wait a second. You only get to call me what you want when my dick is inside you as I recall." Ransom teased. His lips slowly grazing my own, not even bothered by the clear pressure I was placing on his hair.
"Well then, maybe you should hurry up!" I cried as his lips meet the skin of my neck and nipped with his teeth.
"I don't think so. I think I will take all the time I want, leaving every mark possible. What do you think Y/N? I could even add some new scars."
His fingers began trailing up my skirt. The material bunched around my thighs as his fingers grazed against the soft skin leading towards my core. If I wasn't trapped under his body I would flip us over to take control. This man thinks he can keep control he has another thing coming. I clench my thighs together blocking his trail. His eyes glare up at me instantly.
"Open!" His tone stern.
"A commandâŠoh Ransom you should know by now they don't work on me. How about you ask nicely?"
"Funny." His lips tight in a straight line.
"I'm not joking."
"I don't beg."
"You will for me."
If looks could kill, I would be 30 feet under. Maybe even 60. Almost like he was deciding whether to bleed me or rip open my legs to taste me.
"Beg, Ransom." I pushed again.
"Never." His lips grazed over the peak of my nipple straining against my bra.
"I guess we are at an impasse." The corners of my lips turn up. I can see the cogs turning, trying to find a way to get what he wants. Only thing isâŠI will get what I want first.
Ransom slid further down my body. His knees collided with the the floor.
"How about instead of begging, I worship you on my knees?" Ransom's words dripped off his tongue. I sat frozen. Okay, that was not what I expected.
I almost felt like a gaping fish trying to figure out what I wanted to say. I could shove my heel so far into his chest he might break a rib. Always a solid option. What I didn't see coming was Ransom's lips connecting at my knee. Slowly moving higher up the fronts of my thighs.
"I'll take your silence as a yes." Ransom preened. Freaking human version of a peacock.
"Don't presume to know anything about me." I snapped back clenching my legs harder than before.
"Don't have to presume. You're telling me if I spread those legs open, which you know I could easily do, I wouldn't find you dripping onto my leather seat?"
I sighed, instantly losing control. That was all the invite he needed. My legs spread wide as he moved his face closer to the bundle of black that was my skirt. Nothing protecting me from his breath fanning over my sensitive clit.
"And once again, I was right." Ransom smirked as his eyes took in the wetness that had begun spreading from my center.
"Even a broken clock is right twice a day Hugh!" I spat out, clear frustration lacing my voice.
Without warning, his tongue pressed between my folds licking a clear line from my opening to my clit. His lips sucking and tightening around the bud; I almost screamed, biting down on my lip till the taste of metal flooded my senses.
"I warned you not to call me that." Ransom mumbled not unleashing his attack on me.
"FuckâŠ.Ransom!" I moaned. I couldn't be bothered anymore. All my desire to throw daggers at him left the longer I felt his tongue moving on me.
I could feel the vibration of his short laugh. The fucker was laughing at me. Well, two can play at this game. I steeled myself for the most disgusting words I would probably ever say in my life time. A fake moan moved up my throat.
"Ahhh Richard."
I knew that would work. Ransom pulled away so fast I swore his neck might snap. His eyes grew even darker, but not with lust, with hate.
"Say that again. I dare you."
"Well you didn't like me calling you HughâŠ" I taunted, my legs still spread open around him.
"If I hear that bastard's name out of your mouth ever again.."
"What, Ransom? What ever will you do?" I questioned as my hand moved over the black material of his tank top. My nails trailed down until they reached the trousers that hung over his legs. I popped the button and slide my hand in between the skin and his underwear.
His hard dick throbbed in my palm. I watched his face flush with pleasure, but tried to hide it.
"I can think of something you can do." Ransom muttered between breathy pants that he tried to conceal.
I squeezed around his hard member. Almost to the point of wanting to push his pain threshold.
"And let me guess what that might be?" My hand moved to his tip spreading the bead of precum lingering over him as I dragged back up. Slow, teasing.
"If I fuck your mouth then maybe I'll get one minute of peace and quiet." Ransom smirked, more to himself than me.
"Trust me Ransom once I get my lips on you, you wont be able to fuck anyone else."
"That sure of yourself."
"VeryâŠ" I groaned. My hands already moving to pull his pants and boxers off in one strong tug. His thick length slapping his stomach before it settled outstretched in front of him. Okay not that I would ever admit it to Ransom but his dick is making my mouth water more than it should.
I shake myself out of staring at him and move forward to place a quick peck on the tip. Teasing Ransom is one of the many joys in life and this is no exception. Ransom's hands quickly moved up my neck winding themselves into my hair.
He thinks he is really going to fuck my throat. Well news for him I wont need his guidance to make him cum in my mouth. Before he can try to pull me closer I take his full length into the back of my throat running my tongue along the ridge at the bottom.
If I thought the vain popping out of his forehead was funny, the vain running along the underside of his dick was something else. It was maddening. I wanted to learn every bump, ridge, vain and spot that made this man shake with pleasure. And then I wanted to use everything I learnt to get my wayâŠeveryâŠsingleâŠday.
Ransoms body shuddered above me. I was almost surprised he was still standing. I could see his kneeds trying so hard not to buckle under the pleasure. Can't really blame him when his dick is so far down my throat. Making quick work of moving him in and out of my mouth he was close. The moans and panting from this beast of a man kept increasing.
I pulled off entirely with a soft pop. Ransom let out a sound that was crossed between a moan and a growl. The fist he kept lightly tangled in my hair tightened. He dragged me off my knees with a hard tug. I tried to contain the moan but wasn't quick enough. A sly smile spread across Ransom's fucking face.
"Oh you like pain baby?"
"Fuck off."
"I can make that happen if you let me," Ransom leaned in and took my earlobe between his teeth tugging. Well maybe scrapping.
"Call me baby again and you'll be in pain." Stubbornness was pretty much ingrained me.
"Both of us in painâŠhot." Ransom smirked.
"Do it then." I taunted back.
"You don't think I will." He tilted his head to the left, his eyebrows lifting up.
"I dare youâŠ" I licked a strip up the side of his neck.
Ransom's hands finally made their way back to where they should have been. Wrapped tightly around the soft skin of my neck. His hot breath fanning from my ear over his hands. The warmth spread through between each of his fingers. I could barely breath. Yet I was wetter than I had ever been.
Without detaching his hands Ransom moved us backwards slightly, till my knees collided with the leather chair. My ass hit first as his weight pressed back down on top of me. He kicked my legs apart, his dick still standing to attention. My moan rumbled under Ransom's thumbs as I watched his cock bob between his legs.
"You want it baby?" Ransom taunted.
The growl that tried to make its way out was quickly silenced as Ransom sheathed himself inside me completely. No warning. Very Ransom.
If that vain wasn't perfect on my tongue before it was definitely perfect inside me. Ransom didn't hold back. Not even a little. His thrusts didn't let up even slightly. He occasionally loosened the hold on my throat when he wanted to hear my moans.
"Fuck baby!" He moaned deeply in my ear. "I fit perfectly into your tight cunt."
"Ungh." I tried to speak.
"What was that?" Ransom taunted while he trusted in so deeply. My loud moan was enough to set him off laughing again.
I took my hands off his back that had been craving my scratches into his back. My nail running around the front. I dragged it down the front of his chest till it reached the small trail of hair leading to my new favourite part of him.
Ransom's shoulders shook with each drag of my nail.
"CarefulâŠ" He stuttered out.
My lips had their turn now to twist into a wicked smirk. My finger continued trailing down. Before I could tease him further his hands removed completely from my neck.
Those warm hands pulled my waist. His dick leaving me feeling empty immediately. When he flipped my body around like he was a man starved. My feet now planted on the floor while Ransom pushed me back down to bend me over the chair at my hips.
"You wanna keep those hands I suggest you hold onto the chair!" Ransom's stern voice coming out to play.
I turned my head slightly catching his eyes. "Yes sir." I whispered sultrily.
A groan or a moan I couldn't tell anymore left Ransom's lips. He gripped his cock in his left hand while lining it up to my entrance. Slipping into me with ease, his groan extended longer as his nails now meet my back. Guess it was his turn to mark me. Although I don't think he needs to physically mark me, I'm already his now. Not that I would ever admit that to him. Over my fucking dead body.
"Anyone would think you want my dick inside you baby. You are dripping. Is that just for me?" Ransom continued to tease between each thrust.
As much as I wanted to argue back this position was going to be the death of me. Bent over he was deeper. I could feel him even more than before. His length pulling in and pushing back in at a speed that made my head go fuzzy. But that was nothing compared to when his fingers skated against the front of my thighs.
"FuckâŠ.." I groaned knowing what he was planning.
"You want me don't you baby? Say it and I'll give you exactly what you want?"
"I will never beg!" I screamed and moaned at the same time. We both knew it was a lie. 60 more seconds and I would do anything he asked just to feel his fingers.
"You sure about that?" Ransom bent further over my body to place a grazing kiss at the back of my neck.
"FuckâŠplease please Hugh touch me."
"Always gotta push it don't you." He giggled. Wait Ransom giggled. Actually giggled. Did hell freeze over.
Before I could ponder further pleasure exploded between my legs. Ransom's thumb connected with my clit. Perfectly. No searching. No fumbling. God this man.
"Yes sir." I mumbled between the pleasure blinding me.
"Fuck yes baby. Call me anything you want." Ransom clearly is lost in as much ecstasy as me.
His thumb continued its work in small figure 8's while his thrusts continued. I could tell he was close, as the rhythm got more desperate.
"I'm close Y/N!" Ransom moaned loudly.
"Fuck. You keep rubbing me like that and I'll drench this chair."
"Oh you will definitely be cumming all over me." Ransom spoke like it was an inevitable fact. Considering the pleasure he was pulling from my body he was completely correct.
"I'm gonna fill you up. Or didn't you notice that there is nothing between us right now?" Ransom teased. Fuck no condom.
"You gonna fill me up or just talk about it?" I smirked looking back over my shoulder. That was enough to set Ransom off. His dick twitched and unloaded inside of me. If I thought he was moaning the house down before I was definitely wrong now.
Despite the pleasure clearly racing through him his fingers do not stop working alongside his shallow thrusts.
"Cum for me baby." Ransom tugged my ear lobe as he softly pinched my clit.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkk!" I screamed as my own released raced over me. My arms barely able to hold my body up.
"God you are fucking hot when you come." Ransom kissed softly releasing my earlobe and making his way down the back of my neck.
His dick was softening but he made no move to get out of me. Part of me already knew why.
"Holding your load inside of me isn't going to help your case. I am not having your demon children." I growled out.
Still bent over the chair Ransom moved back to my ear. Him and the damn ear whispering.
"Oh you definitely will. You have two choices here Y/N. You become mineâŠin every way. Or you can become one of the tragic tales my grandfather writes about."
"So be your property or be buried under it?" I smirk turning back till my lips were brushing against his.
"Precisely."
"On one condition." I taunted back.
"And what would that be?" Ransom almost looked concerned.
"I get to leave some scars on you too." I smirked eyeing the knife display behind us.
"Oh that is a giving baby." Ransoms lips meet mine in an instant.
There was truly no one else like Ransom Drysdale. There wasn't another person on this planet that understood anything about me the way Ransom did.
"RansomâŠ" I whispered into the kiss.
"Yes?"
"Get the fuck off me!" I spat back. It's almost like he forgot we were both still bent over this goddamn chair. Ransom began laughing as he pulled out of me and allowed me to stand back up. My back on fire, I'm unsure if that is from being bent over for so long or from the scratch marks I can feel in my skin.
"Well it took you two long enough!" A voice echoed throughout the library. Harlan.
I quickly pulled Ransom's sweater from the side table and threw it on over my head trying to provide some form of modesty around the only person I have ever considered a grandfather.
Freaking Ransom. These goddamn holes aren't doing much considering one of my nipples is completely visible.
His small laugh under his breath means he clearly is enjoying my discomfort but what else is fucking new.
"Harlan if you don't wanna keep staring at my bare ass you may need to get out." Ransom called over his shoulder. His eyes never breaking from mine.
"You think this is the first time I've caught one of you lot in my libraryâŠhow do you think I found out your parents were trying to have you!"
"Okay I didn't need to know that." Ransom threw his head back looking away.
Harlan turned around and moved towards the door where he came from. Before leaving he called out over his shoulder.
"And make sure you wipe down that chair! The cleaners don't need to touch your seed boy."
I couldn't help the audible laugh that finally escaped. Ransom was still butt naked and I was barely covered in Ransom's hole filled sweater.
I turned thinking Ransom would be laughing or rolling his eyes. It's usually one of the two around his family.
What I wasn't expecting was to see his eyes darkening again. His cock already hard again. His eye was clearly locked over my body clad in his clothes. I guess my nipple being exposed wasn't helping his situation.
"Really? Already?" I teased.
"Oh absolutely. What ya think? Clearly Harlan already knows. Think I can bend you over my Beemer?"
"Only if I can ride you in Harlan's study."
"Oh we are going to have so much fun!" Ransom scooped me up. Not bothering to clean up or put his clothes on and carried me towards the front door.
Guess we should hope Harlan turns off the security cameras for the front driveway.
