57. Chapter 55
Emery
My eyes flutter open as fingertips trace along the underside of my ass, so close to my pussy that all it would take is for the hand to stretch the tiniest bit before a finger would slip into me. My clit gives a dull throb as I squeeze my thighs together, two questions entering my mind.
One. How long has the finger been teasing me for?
Two. What will it take to get it inside me?
There is a murmur of noise from the chest beneath me, then a thigh presses more firmly between my own, jostling me up the few inches I was wishing for.
Fingers slide into me so quickly and deeply that I arch my ass and throw my head back, mouth open on a gasp. “Ohhhh.”
A hand wraps around my throat and my gaze flies down to the man beneath me, his fingers pumping in and out of me hard enough that he is manipulating my hips into grinding my clit against his thigh.
“Safe word, little dove, or I’m going to ruin your pussy before your day has even started,” Xavier deadpans, his pupils wide and a little feral.
Hunter.
He shifts his thigh beneath me, and I suddenly remember I went to bed with clothes on last night. I know I did. EyesOnYou picked the baby blue set. But now I am very naked, and I’m pretty sure that the thigh I’m rubbing up against is naked as well.
Pressing my lips together, I refuse to let any words out of my mouth and glare right back at him. Right here, right now, in this very moment, I want this. I want him.
Somehow, his eyes darken. My pussy is suddenly empty of fingers, but then there is a hand wrapping around my waist, the room turns, and I find myself flat on my back, staring up at a face framed by wild, dirty blond curls as his fingers tighten around my throat.
“Last chance, little dove. Safe word.”
“No,” I rasp, straining to get the word out. It’s not that he is cutting off my air; it’s more like there is a ton of pressure, and I can hear my pulse pounding. “I’m not fucking safe wording.”
His lips form a feral smile and my stomach swoops.
I need whatever it is he is going to do give me. I’ve fucking missed this. So goddamn much. And Xavier never left me. He has always been here, even though I haven’t always been able to see him.
Xavier dips his head and steals my mouth in a kiss I can barely keep up with.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth like he owns it.
Releasing my throat, he grabs both of my wrists, raising them above my head.
He starts rutting against me as he takes my mouth, pulling us apart and then coming back again over and over.
As he pulls back and stares down at me, he releases my wrists, only to grip my face, squeezing my cheeks until my lips pucker.
I stare up at him, and without breaking eye contact, he leans in until he captures my lower lip with his teeth. My eyes widen a second before he bites hard enough that his teeth puncture my skin.
Heat spikes in my clit as I jerk back with a squeak, pain flaring in my lip, and try to bring my hands up to defend myself, but they are trapped above my head.
I twist my head back and try to see what he has done.
Thick leather cuffs encircle each wrist, and I can’t raise them much above the mattress.
What the fuck? When and how did he attach restraints to my bed?
A metallic taste fills my mouth a second later, and Xavier grips my jaw and forces me to look back at him before he is kissing me and sucking my lip while he thrusts his hard dick against my clit.
I moan into his mouth as his other hand comes up to cup my breast, roughly squeezing and then pinching my nipple.
My pussy feels so fucking empty. There is a deep ache, and all I want is for his dick to fill me up.
So I rock my hips in reverse to his thrusts, hoping to angle everything so that he will slide in.
Xavier breaks our kiss, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Needy little cunt. Do you need it filled up?”
He lets go of my face and grips my hip, grinding down harder.
“Yes,” I breathe out, the pressure almost painful.
“Yes, what?”
The words catch in my throat. I shake my head the tiniest bit, scared to say no in case he takes this away. I can’t say it. It will hurt too much when this is over. To know I caved, that I called him the name that started all of this.
His eyes search my face before he goes back to his long thrusts. “Sir.”
The bad tension inside of me relaxes. “Yes, sir.”
Xavier stops thrusting and reaches for something under his pillow. For a moment, my heart stops in my chest, thinking he is bringing out a knife, but then I spy a streak of purple as he sits up between my thighs.
I catch a glimpse of the piercing in the head of his dick just before there is pressure at my entrance. He cups the back of one of my knees and pushes it up higher, spreading me open as he slides the vibrator inside of me, inch by inch.
“Oh my god,” I hiss as I’m slowly filled, turning my head to the side from all the fucking tightness as he settles the toy all the way in and it presses against my clit. “This isn’t what I meant.”
He releases a low, dark chuckle before the vibrator turns on. “I know.”
A moan is dragged out from me as the relentless buzzing against my clit makes my brain grow fuzzy and my core clench tightly.
“I’m only allowed to use the fourth setting,” I say through clenched teeth, because holy fuck, everything is clamping down so fucking tightly, spiraling so quickly that I’m going to come in a few seconds.
“He doesn’t need to know.”
“I…I can’t, please.” My hips rock against the vibes, my pussy clenching around the toy as streaks of heat burn from my clit up into my pussy.
But I can’t break the rule. Nerves spiral up from my stomach and into my chest, throat constricting around the idea of disobeying the rule.
“Oh shit, p-please. I don’t want to be bad. ”
The toy cuts off, and I let out a broken sob. Hudson only gave me three rules, and I’ve already broken the first one.
My heart stutters in my chest. “Oh, fuck.”
Xavier’s gaze narrows, irritation flickering over his features.
I bite my sore lip, irritating the cut, and yank on the cuffs until they feel tight. “I’m supposed to send him a picture before I use the toy.”
Xavier huffs out a breath, then leans off the bed and grabs the pale blue bottoms I put on before bed, balling them up, then forcing my lips open before stuffing them into my mouth, faster than I can work out what’s happening.
Did he just…did he just gag me?
Asshole.
I glare up at him as he reaches for my phone on my bedside. I expect him to take a photo and send it to Hudson, so I’m seriously fucking shocked when a ringing sound comes from my phone.
It only takes three rings for Hudson’s sleepy but slightly shocked voice to come through the speaker.
“Kitten, is everyth—Xavier?”
“She doesn’t want to break your fucking rules.”
A very satisfied male laugh sounds through the phone. “Good.”
“Tell her she can use the first setting. She’s going to need it for what I have planned.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“No.”
“Don’t make me use San Diego,” Hudson threatens, though I have no idea what that means.
“Don’t make me disable your fucking smart car.”
There is a pause, then, “She is supposed to send me a picture before and after.”
Xavier taps the screen and mutters, “Fuck.” He taps the screen again. “Consider that her picture. First setting? I’m doing what I want, regardless of you giving permission, so it’s up to you whether she enjoys it.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, do you know that?”
“Yes.”
I would laugh if my mouth wasn’t full of silk. Xavier is an asshole. My asshole.
“Fine. But I get to watch.”
“No.” Then he hangs up.
My eyes are wide as he tosses my phone to the side. It rings instantly, but he ignores it.
Holy shit. He is unhinged.
He is seriously fucking crazy. But it kind of feels like the perfect kind of crazy for me.
Xavier doesn’t even make eye contact with me before he turns the vibrator back on. My back arches at the sudden onslaught to my clit, the heat that died down to a simmer for that brief phone call now back to burning.
I strain against the cuffs, breathing heavily through my nose, and close my eyes, because the burning is white hot. Holy shit, it’s too much.
But then there is a new pressure at my entrance, thick and heavy. I don’t need to open my eyes to confirm what he’s doing, but I do anyway.
Xavier’s entire concentration is on his own dick as it slides into my pussy alongside the vibrator. His abs contract the deeper he slides. I feel so fucking full, it almost hurts.
My moan is muffled by the material in my mouth and my tongue is fucking dry, but holy shit does my pussy feel wet. The vibrator is pressed so firmly against my G-spot that my vision is going dark at the edges.
He finally pushes the last few inches in, and the closeness forces the toy hard up against me, leaving my clit nowhere to escape. The intense sensation of being double stuffed and vibrated literally everywhere is too much, and I scream as loud as I fucking can, needing to release the tension.
But I barely make any noise.
Xavier glances up, the darkness in his gaze only made more intense by the smirk on his face. My focus narrows to him and the space between my thighs; nothing else fucking matters.
I’m his. He’s mine.
There is absolutely nothing that will change that.
He owns me.
He pushes my leg back up toward my chest, then rolls me onto my side, spreading me as wide as possible before he starts thrusting into me. I feel his thighs connect with mine, jolting me a little. His free hand must be holding the toy in place because it doesn’t move.
The initial stretch and discomfort of having both him and the toy inside of me is gone now. Everything about this feels so good.
Closing my eyes, I relax back against the pillow and just feel it all.
My tits fucking ache, and I wish there was someone here to pinch and squeeze them. But there isn’t. There’s only the two of us.
My brain is completely fried, and I think I must still be moaning or maybe even screaming because my throat hurts, but I can feel the edge coming. It’s so close. Everything is hot.
The slide of him in and out of me, the thick fullness. I don’t want it to stop.
But the vibrations are sending fire from my clit, out through my pelvis, up into my stomach. Every thrust bumps the toy more firmly against my clit and deeper inside of me.
Desperation claws at my throat. Streaks of lightning zap down my spine. Everything is white hot. It’s too much.
It’s too much. It’s too much.
Xavier’s pace picks up and my eyes open, our gazes colliding as a little drop of sweat runs down his temple. His pupils are blown wide, and seeing him as fucked up as I am sends me over the edge.
I explode, curling up toward him as pleasure slams into me, the vibrations against my clit relentless, forcing me higher and higher, until I’m touching the goddamn sun. Every muscle in my body has clenched against the overstimulation.
My screams aren’t from pleasure anymore.
“Fuck, stop, please stop. Oh my god, ahhhhhh,” I scream, but they are only indistinguishable noises. I beg him with my eyes to make it stop. “It hurts.”
But he doesn’t.
He just stares at me, still fucking into me as my pussy tries to inside-out itself. My clit screams, lightning focusing directly on the one tiny place.
My vision has completely tunneled to him, and I feel drunk. Everything is blurry, fuzzy.
Xavier’s face goes tight, and he thrusts a few more times before going still inside of me, every muscle chiseled into stone.
I close my eyes again, trying to breathe through the vibrations, but then they cut off.
I practically sink into the bed, my entire body turning to jelly.
Everywhere is numb and tingly. I’m not quite floaty, but I’m definitely fuzzy.
I can’t feel my lips or my face, and it’s like I’m in a completely separate room from Xavier.
He is breathing heavily as I suddenly feel empty. No wait, not empty, but something was removed. I vaguely hear something hit the floor, and my sluggish brain eventually works out that it was the toy.
Xavier lowers my leg, then crawls up my length, our bodies still joined, until he is hovering over me. He removes the fabric from my mouth and frees my wrists, but I can’t move my arms, so he slowly lowers them for me.
He looks down, sweat dripping from him to me, before he leans down and kisses my lips, slowly grinding so that sparks flicker, trying to reignite the fire.
He doesn’t stop, just continues to devour me, restoking my pleasure until it does burn again. We move together, sweat-soaked and lazy, until the gentlest orgasm any of them have ever given me rolls through my body.
Long and languid, a gentle free fall from the cliff instead of a firework. And it is exactly what I need to bring on the floaty feeling.
This. This is what I was missing yesterday.
Utter bliss delivered by one of my daddies.