Chapter 24 #2
Slowly, I sat up and turned around, facing him. He held my face, staring up at me. “Can you fuck yourself on me with your hands behind your back?”
“I don’t know. I can try. “
“It’s okay if you can’t. Just let me know, or use your safe word. I’ll be helping you a little, either way.”
Daddy grabbed the tie again, holding it in his hands. I watched him as he took mine and placed them behind my back. “I trust you,” I whispered.
He paused with the tie just halfway around my wrists. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Daddy. I trust you.”
He completed the knot, not too tight, but not too loose. “Thank you for trusting me.” His smile turned into a smirk. “Now sit on Daddy’s cock.”
I liked the feeling of having my hands tied behind my back, bringing a challenge to it all.
I was restricted in what I could and couldn’t do.
I had to work harder for what I wanted without the leverage my hands and arms could’ve given me.
And, best of all, it was Daddy’s tie holding me in place like that.
I sat up, hovering over him. He gripped himself, holding his dick steady as I slowly lowered myself.
The first bit of pressure was always the best for me.
The anticipation for when it finally pushed through the tight muscles there and exploded into a kind of euphoria that nothing else could ever replicate.
Daddy’s eyes fluttered as he groaned, my breath hitching in my throat as I bore down, finally feeling the tip of his cock break through.
I let my head fall forward, watching our bodies as I let him fill me up.
He didn’t move. His muscles tightened, but he didn’t try to rush me.
He let me go at my own pace, but the pace my body wanted and the pace I wanted were two very different things.
Despite how eager I was, I took my time, moaning with every half inch that filled me.
When the light and dark met, the light would outshine the dark every time.
When Emerson and I met, we melded together, creating a new space that was just right.
Neither of us outshone the other, and everything fit just as it should.
The second my ass touched his bare hips again, the world stopped turning, and nothing else seemed to matter.
We were one. Light and dark. Dim and bright.
Opposites, always meant to find each other.
“Holy fuck, brat. Oh, my god. You feel so fucking tight. So fucking hot.” His eyes drooped with pleasure, his hips finally moving slightly, both of us pushing against each other to get him as deep as possible.
How had I gone my entire life without him?
I knew sex was good. I enjoyed having it, as long as specific rules were followed, but I had no idea it could be like this.
Without the weight of the padlock holding my heart hostage, I could move freely, think freely, feel everything so freely, and it made it a hundred times more intense.
The first slow drag of his bare cock inside of me almost made me lose it.
My legs shook as I lifted myself with them, my fingers digging into my palms behind my back to curb the growing need to touch myself.
I found a rhythm, putting my muscles to work as I fucked myself on him, moaning louder with each smack of my skin against his.
I picked up the pace, chasing Daddy’s light. Its rays traveled through me, rising up through my diaphragm, piercing straight into my heart. Every pant of breath was a silent beg for it, my soul craving the warmth of it.
My thighs were burning just as much as my cock was aching. I didn’t know how much longer I could go on, but I didn’t have to worry too much about it because Daddy had me. He reached underneath me, holding me up by my thighs. “I’ve got you, baby. Just hold on, okay?”
My throat got tight as I looked into his eyes. There, right in the blue sea, was the reflection of me. When he looked at me, I was all he saw. I knew that. I trusted that. I understood that. “Okay, Daddy.”
He shifted his legs and thrusted. Hard. I fell forward, my hands flailing in their restraint. My forehead bumped against his shoulder, resting there as he fucked up into me, his fingertips digging into my skin. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Daddy. Fuck.”
He turned his head to whisper next to my ear, slowing his thrusts. “Too much, baby?”
“No! Fuck no. Don’t stop, just fuck me. Fuck me and fill me with your cum.”
Hearing him groan like he did right by my ear sent a shiver straight down my spine, my eyes fluttering closed. “Yeah? You want me to come inside of you?”
“God, yes. Fill me the fuck up. Please. I’ll fucking beg.”
“Oh, baby.” He lifted my ass, moving my body where he wanted it before thrusting back inside so hard and so deep, I lurched forward. “You don’t have to beg. I was already planning to do it.”
I pushed my face into the crook of his neck, my mouth open against his skin as I moaned and panted and begged and screamed his fucking name over and over.
I arched my back, leaning further into the way the head of his cock brushed against my prostate.
I could feel the light. I could almost taste it. It was so close, and so was I.
More. More. I needed more and more and so much more.
That’s all I could think about—wanting more and wanting to be full of nothing but his cum, feeling it drip out of me, knowing he’d marked me from the inside and marked me with his teeth on the outside.
For the first time ever in my life, I wanted to be owned.
I wanted someone else to take the control I’d grappled with for so long.
“Can you hold yourself like this if I move one of my hands?”
I nodded without really knowing if I could or not. I braced, holding my position, when he pulled one of his hands away and wrapped it around my cock. The simple touch felt like a million of them, each gentle stroke fuel to the fire burning in my gut.
“I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me, brat?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, Daddy.” I was babbling. I was drooling in the crook of his neck. My entire lower body was shaking with exertion, and I was so close.
His other hand moved away, his fingertips trailing up the side of my neck, only for them to curl around my throat, covering the scars on the side. He helped me lift my head, holding me without squeezing, just like I’d asked. Our foreheads came together, our noses just an inch away from touching.
I watched the water in his gaze sparkle, as if moonlight had fallen over the waves. It was dim, but beautiful, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was mine. My light. My light mixing with his, just as I knew it would.
He kissed me. It wasn’t hard like his thrusts. It wasn’t biting like he’d done to my skin. It was gentle and sweet and everything I didn’t know I ever needed. “I want to watch you come for me.”
That was it. That was all it took. My stomach tightened, my hips moving and grinding his cock against my prostate as he kept stroking me.
I closed my eyes, squeezing them so hard I started to see little dots in my vision as everything flowed out of me.
Tears started to fall down my cheeks. My mouth opened on a big, loud moan laced with a cry that carried through the entire room.
Emerson had me. He would take care of me. With his hand around my neck, not squeezing, just holding. Sitting below me, not looming over me.
My cum was fucking everywhere. It’d painted his hand and stomach, some of it even getting on his chest. He growled, reaching behind me to undo the tie that’d held my wrists together.
As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped them around his neck and straightened.
I rode him like my life depended on it, desperate to have his cum inside of me.
“Daddy, please,” I begged, looking down at him through the blurry tears in my eyes.
It was like my body was letting go. Letting go of all the bad memories, letting the sadness flow free from the cage they’d been in, too.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He held my hips, his fingertips digging into the skin there, and leaned forward to lick my nipples.
It was so much. Almost too much. But I needed him. “I know.”
He leaned his forehead against my chest, pushing my hips down onto his cock, grinding up into me with a growl. I could feel it. I could feel everything. He was filling me up, just like I’d been craving. Just like I’d begged him to.
I held him there, my arms wrapped tight around his neck as we panted together, trying to get our bearings. Slowly, he helped lift me off his softening cock, letting me sit back down onto his hips.
Feeling his cum slowly leak out of me brought on a peace I’d never felt before. Looking down at him, seeing the soft, gentle adoration in his eyes even after he’d taken control like he had and seen me in such a vulnerable state, I realized something.
I’d skipped the falling part entirely, it seemed.
Or maybe I just hadn’t recognized it before.
Because I was definitely one hundred percent completely and utterly in love with Emerson Blake.
It didn’t scare me. It didn’t make me uncomfortable.
It was the softest, yet most overwhelmingly good feeling I’d ever allowed myself to have.
And I’d do anything to protect that feeling—even if it meant going outside of my comfort zone.