Caged (Dark Empire #2)

Seventeen.

Magnus

The restaurant's opulence clashed with my rough edges. Even though Ethan had warned me and I donned a casual suit, I felt like an imposter in this world of glittering chandeliers and hushed conversations. This wasn't my arena. I thrived in the shadows, where danger lurked and my hands were stained with the grit of my true calling.

“This tart is amazing,” Ashlee mumbled with her mouth full.

I sat back with my whisky and smiled. “Yeah?”

“Try some.”

I raised an eyebrow as she scooped up a bit on her fork, holding it out towards me.

Neither Ethan or I ordered a dessert, but we'd insisted that Ashlee did.

“Please,” she whispered when I didn't move.

How could I deny her? She had me wrapped around her little finger.

I leaned forward and opened my mouth, allowing her to push the bit of tart into it.

“Isn't it good?”

I couldn’t argue with her when it melted in my mouth. “It is, Red.”

“Do you want some more?”

“I'm good, princess, you enjoy it. I'd rather something sweeter,” I said with a wink.

She stared at me for a moment before realising what I meant. “Oh.”

“Oh, yes, Red, your pussy will be my dessert.” I smirked.

Ethan chuckled, his eyes diluting like he really wanted to see that. Knowing him, he did.

"Are you finished, sweetheart?" Ethan asked, his voice a dangerous purr, as her plate lay empty and the wine glasses drained.

"Yeah," Ashlee replied, her eyes meeting his with a mix of defiance and anticipation.

"Good," he said, throwing a thick wad of cash onto the table, far more than the meal cost, without a second glance. "Let's go." Ethan stood abruptly, his movements sharp and commanding. I reached for Ashlee's hand, feeling her warm fingers intertwine with mine as we followed him out.

My heart raced as we navigated the dimly lit streets back to Ethan's place. The memory of the last time we'd been there lingered in my mind, the passion and intensity of that night still fresh. But tonight was different. Tonight, Ethan had practically invited me to share their bed again.

The longing surged within me. I craved the feeling of Ashlee nestled against me, her soft breath on my skin. Our time in Italy had been a dream—just the three of us, lost in our own world of bliss. And as we walked, the desire to reclaim that stolen paradise burned brighter than ever.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Ethan raised an eyebrow at me.

“Oh, erm, I was just thinking,” I muttered. “Do you really want me to stay tonight?”

“Yes, we do,” Ethan said matter of fact. “You're part of our family, pal.”

“We love you, Mags,” Ashlee said.

I turned and smiled at her. “I’d be happy to stay then.”

Ethan smiled without turning his head. I hoped that I wasn't intruding his space that much and that he wasn't just offering because of Ashlee. I loved her, but I also loved him like a brother. I wanted him to want me there as well. I didn’t give a shit how weird it was that we slept together.

As soon as he parked the car, he got out and opened Ashlee's door. She took his hand as she stepped out, and then he pulled her into his body. “I want you to go inside and straight upstairs to our bedroom. Got it?”

“Er, yeah,” she said.

“Mags, how do you want her? Clothed or naked?”

I was taken aback by his question. Normally he dictated everything. “Dress and bra off. Panties on only.”

“Hear that, sweetheart? Mags wants you to keep your cum-coated panties on.”

“Yeah, okay,” she whispered, turning her head to meet my gaze.

Fuck, my dick twitched.

After we stepped inside, we watched Ashlee walking upstairs before heading into the kitchen. “She’s all yours tonight, pal. I had my fun earlier.” Ethan smirked while grabbing two glasses from the cupboard.

“Well, I'm going to damn well mark her as mine then,” I said.

If she was going to wear Ethan's marks on her neck, she could damn well wear mine too.

“Good, because she is yours. You own her as much as I do. A ring on her finger with never change that.”

I smiled, happy that he saw us as equals when it came to her. A small part of me was worried that their marriage would change things, but it hadn't. If anything, we were all much closer.

Ethan handed me a glass of whisky. “I’m going to find Luna so she can have dinner before you play.”

While he was looking for her, I sipped my drink, running over all the sinful things I wanted to do with Ashlee. I usually let my need take over, but I wasn't going to tonight. I was going to take my time devouring her. Then I'd claim her as mine and fill her with my own seed. She wasn't cleaning herself up before bed. She could sleep with mine and Ethan's cum dried between her legs as a reminder that she was ours.

I may have called her our princess, but she was our fucking queen. She had us on our knees worshipping her.

When Ethan returned, he dished the cat up some food and then drank his own drink before refilling it. “Shall we?”

“Definitely,” I replied.

My cock was already growing in anticipation which only got worse when we entered the bedroom and found Ashlee sitting on the bed cross legged in only her panties.

“I was starting to think that you two had gotten lost,” she mumbled with a slight smirked. “I almost sorted myself out.”

“Ash,” Ethan chastised. “Watch yourself.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I loved the fire in her to talk back to us. It’s what made her so different and special.

“Stand, Red,” I said.

She did, her eyes meeting mine.

“You looked beautiful tonight, but this is far better.” I closed the gap and grabbed her tit roughly. “Mmm.” I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. It was a such a beautiful sound.

I grabbed her hair abruptly and tugged her head back, gazing into her eyes for a moment before kissing her hard. I ran my other hand down her body, dipping it between her legs over the lace material. "Tell me what you want.”

“I...”

I rubbed circles over her clit making her shudder. "Tell me, Red.”

“You. I want you,” she moaned.

“What do you want from me?” I pressed against her clit more firmly. "Touch me. Please.”

I grinned, throwing her back onto the bed. "Oh, I will.” I unbuttoned my shirt, pulling the material over my head as soon as I got impatient. "I’m going to devour you, Red.” I kicked my trousers off and then leaned over her. "Do you want me to feast on your pussy?”

"Yes, please,” she whispered.

I settled myself between her thighs, peeling her panties down, and I smelt her arousal as I positioned myself in front of her pussy. She smelt divine. My tongue darted out to run up the length of her core, a groan leaving me as her juices hit my taste buds.

Who gave a fuck about Ethan’s dried cum? I sure didn’t.

I pushed my tongue into her entrance making Ashlee release a loud wanton moan. Then I sat back and grabbed her panties, scrunching them up as I stared into her eyes. "Open your mouth, princess.”

Her lips parted, but not enough.

“Wider.”

I pushed the scrap of lace into her mouth with a smirk. "Don’t spit them out. I want you to taste your husband's cum mixed with your arousal while I make you orgasm. You got it?”

She nodded, her eyes practically black with need.

I feasted on her sweet pussy again, licking and sucking until she was a quivering mess. Her moans were muffled by the material, but they were still music to my ears.

My cock was throbbing in my boxers, but I wasn't going to rush this. Oh no, Ashlee was going to come multiple times before I fucked her.

I moved my lips up and sucked her clit into my mouth, and then I pushed two fingers into her tight hole. I fucked her with my fingers while sucking her sensitive nub until her pussy was spasming around me, her cries coming out muffled.

“Fuck, princess, you taste so good. I crawled over her body and yanked her panties out. "So hot, but we’re not done yet.”

I crashed my lips into hers forcing my tongue into her mouth. She moaned as our tongues collided, her kiss just hungry as mine.

Then I rolled off, laying flat on the bed. "Sit on my face, Red. Need to feast on you again.”

It was like a damn addiction. All these years avoiding this sort of intimacy and now I couldn't get enough. I was fucking lost to this woman.

She moved over me, hovering above my face awkwardly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down, my tongue pushing into her wet heat. As I carried on licking, she started to rise again.

“Ashlee, when I say sit on my face, I mean sit on my fucking face,” I growled.

“But I don’t want to squash you.”

Another growl left my throat. She wasn’t a big woman at all, but even if she was, I wouldn't care.

“Sit on my fucking face now, Ash. If you were to squash me to death, then I’d die a happy man drowning in your pussy.” I yanked her down again, and this time she relaxed.

I devoured her pussy greedily, my tongue delving deep and swirling with insatiable hunger. Her moans grew louder, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer, desperate for more. I could feel her body trembling, her hips bucking against my face, driving me wild with her responsiveness.

With each flick and suck, her cries became more urgent, more needy. I pressed my tongue harder, faster, feeling her thighs quiver around my head. Her sweet taste drove me mad, a tantalizing nectar that I couldn’t get enough of. She arched her back, her body taut with impending release, and then it happened—she cried out, a high, keening sound that echoed in the room.

Her sweet juices gushed over my face, warm and intoxicating. I drank them in, savouring every drop as she writhed beneath me, her body overcome with pleasure. I continued to lick and suck, prolonging her ecstasy, until finally she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of triumph, knowing I had driven her to such heights.

“Fuck,” she cursed. "You’ve ruined me.”

“Not yet I haven’t.” I chuckled as I moved her up a little. "I’ve never seen anything so hot in all my life, Red. Now ride my face again. Take your pleasure.”

"I can’t, not again.”

"Now, Ash.” I yanked her back over my face, my tongue slipping straight into her wet hole.

Ashlee released a loud, raw moan, and she soon relaxed again, her hips rolling as she chased her orgasm. I gave her everything I had, feasting on her delicious pussy until she came with a scream.

I lifted her off of my face as she sagged. Then I pulled my boxers down, using them to wipe my face before throwing them on the floor. "I want your mouth around my cock, Ash.”

She didn't waste any time in bringing her lips down over my dick, licking the entire length of me with a slow, deliberate stroke. Her eyes locked onto mine, full of mischief and hunger. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue sent shivers down my spine as she traced circles around my swollen head, teasing me relentlessly.

Her tongue flicked against my slit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. I groaned loudly, my hands tangling in her hair as I struggled to maintain control. "Stop teasing, princess," I growled, my voice rough with need. "Fucking swallow it."

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with challenge, before taking me deeper, her lips sliding down my shaft. The heat of her mouth enveloped me, and the intensity of her movements drove me wild. I could feel every swirl of her tongue, every subtle suction, pushing me closer to the edge. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she revelled in the power she had over me in that moment.

She chuckled before taking me completely into her mouth. It felt even better than heaven. She bobbed her head, sucking and licking my shaft like it was the best thing she'd ever had in her mouth.

My balls began tightening making me groan, but I didn't want to blow my load yet.

“Stop, Ash.” I sat up in front of her and ran my fingers over her nipple. "Do you want me to fuck you hard, or would you prefer to ride me?”

"Erm, both?” She whispered.

A low growl left my throat. How could she be this perfect?

“Ride me first then, Red.”

I laid back down and watched her as she straddled my hips, lining my cock up and sinking onto it slowly. I groaned as her heat surrounded me, her perfect pussy taking every inch of my shaft.

“You feel so good. Take your pleasure, Red. Make yourself come on my cock, and then I’ll fuck you hard and fill you with mine.”

It was a good job that I had good control, but this was going to challenge me, especially after her fantastic mouth.

She bounced up and down, stroking my dick while staring down into my eyes. I moaned, my fingertips digging into her hips. It was too good. I'd never let a woman have control of me like this, but I was a slave for my Red. I was at her service.

I moved a hand down, rubbing her clit while she chased her release. Her head tipped back as she moaned, her pussy tightening around me.

It took everything to hold myself back. I wasn't going to let her bring me down with her yet.

“Come for me, Red. Show me how much you love my cock.”

My other hand slid around from her hip to grab her ass cheek.

"Yes, oh yes,” she cried out as I increased pressure on her nub and then she fell, her release exploding through her body.

I pulled her off me before I fell too, and flipped her over.

How Ethan could just watch was beyond me. As far as I could hear, he wasn't even jerking off, but I didn’t look. My attention was solely on my girl tonight.

I plunged back into her from behind, my grip tightening around her hips as I drove myself deeper. Each thrust was a fierce, possessive claim, our bodies colliding with a raw, urgent intensity. Her cries mingled with the sound of our flesh meeting, a symphony of desire that spurred me on. I felt her shudder beneath me, her back arching as she surrendered to the primal rhythm.

My hands roamed over her body, feeling the smooth curves and the heat of her skin. I could feel the tension coiling within me, a fire that demanded to be released. I pounded into her harder, faster, driven by an unrelenting need. She was mine in this moment, utterly and completely, and I fucking loved and revelled in the power of our connection.

Every thrust brought me closer to the edge, my breath ragged and my heart racing. I could sense her climax building, the way her body tightened around me, pulling me deeper. With one final, forceful drive, I let go, a guttural moan escaping my lips as I found my release, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy of our union. “Going to fill you with my cum,” I hissed. "You’re going to sleep with it dripping between your legs tonight. You're my queen, Red, but you're also my dirty little slut.” Her pussy squeezed me at my words.

I pulled her upright, kissing her neck before sinking my teeth into her hard enough to bruise. She cried out and tightened around me for a moment. She could wear both of our marks on her skin to show everyone that she was ours.

“Fuck, Red,” I groaned.

A warmth began to tickle from my spine, my orgasm just licking the surface. Then I swear I fucking saw stars, I came that hard. My balls emptied into her, and I surrender my soul, collapsing against her. "Christ,” I panted, squeezing every last drop out of it dick.

“Mags,” she whispered.

I sat up and looked at her pussy, sliding my fingers through the leaking cum and pushing it back in.

“I love you, Ashlee. I love you even more knowing that my seed is inside of you.”

She turned over. "You don't really mean that I have to sleep like this?”

“I do.” I smirked as I stood to grab my boxers.

“Get into bed, baby,” Ethan said. "We’ll be with you soon.”

"And if you clean yourself up, we’ll both come inside of you again,” I added.

I was pretty sure that my cock was done for, but I could still make threats. At least I didn't have to dream about holding her tonight because she’d be right there in my arms.