Chapter 27
SMITH
Icame all over Riggs’s tongue, my cum splattering against his chin and cheek as he pulled his mouth away from my cock with a wet pop.
My dick was still spurting when he yanked all the clothespins off of me, save for the ones on my nipples and my lips, though I screamed hard enough from the pain I popped the latter off myself.
I fought wildly against his bondage, suddenly too constricting and too revealing, but the sight of Riggs hovering above me stopped me in my tracks.
His hair was still loose from our ride earlier, tucked behind his ears and wild at the ends.
His eyes were dark and inquisitive, his lips wet when his tongue darted out to lick the taste of me away.
He only ate what he could reach, leaving the rest of my orgasm to dry on his chin, his cheek, my own stomach.
“Check in, baby,” he said, words low and raspy.
“I’m good,” I said quickly, even as tears prickled the corners of my eyes. “I’m so good.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“Why do I like this?” I blurted.
Riggs had the pump bulb for the toy in his hand and his tattooed fingers stilled while he entertained the best way to answer.
“I think it’s very normal,” he said carefully, “to enjoy being with someone who makes you feel good.”
“It’s not normal to feel good by being hurt, though.”
“Says who?” Riggs licked the length of my cock, nipping at the flared tip with his teeth. My entire body jerked, even though I wasn’t able to reach for him, to tangle his hair in my hands and hold him steady between my legs.
“It’s just perception,” he murmured. “Interpretation.”
Riggs took the whole of my shaft back into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking on me hard enough I thought he would turn my dick purple.
It was impossible to focus on anything after that; nothing made sense except the wet cavern of his throat.
I was so lost to his mouth I didn’t notice his hands on me, didn’t register the drag of his fingers over the place where my hip met my thigh, the sharp dig of his thumb into a pressure point there that had me seeing stars.
At the same time he pushed into me, he bared his teeth against the base of my cock, biting me harder than most people would consider polite.
I was not polite, and another shot of cum trickled out of my dick and into his waiting throat.
I managed a hoarse shout of pleasure, and Riggs moaned his approval before releasing the pressure point and my cock. He thickened the cock toy inside of me until I could feel my pulse in my rim, and I dropped my head against the pillow with a groan.
“Do you feel good?” he asked, and all I could do was nod.
There were no words for the way Riggs Ember made me feel, physically or otherwise.
Riggs notched himself between my legs and used his hips to fuck the swollen toy deeper into me, drawing a rumbling groan from the back of my throat.
For someone who didn’t care about having sex, Riggs moved like he would have been the best at it.
My first thought was what a loss, but it evaporated into thin air when he swiped his arm across my chest and took both of the remaining clothespins with him.
Two matching pinpricks of pain centered themselves on my chest, and I sputtered through a cry, back arching off the bed even though there was nowhere for me to go.
Riggs collared his strong hand around my throat and pressed me into the mattress, hips still thrusting against my thighs.
My eyes rolled back and I went pliant beneath him, content to let him bring me whatever pleasure he saw fit.
He moved over me a few more pumps of his hips, then drew back completely, leaving me cold and bound on his bed.
He climbed off the bed and walked around to the headboard, undoing my ankles from my wrists and my wrists from the bed.
He kept the cuffs on, massaging my muscles with strong fingers as he straightened me out, chuckling under his breath when the thick plug shifted against my prostate as I stretched out my legs.
After sorting me out, he sank down into a green velvet chair tucked into the corner of his bedroom.
With his chest bare and his legs spread wide, Riggs looked like a king and I found myself more than ready to worship at his feet if he would have asked it of me.
“I want to watch you come,” he said slowly, rubbing the heel of his hand between his legs, even though there was no visible bulge I could see from the bed.
“How?”
“I’ll leave that up to you.”
I scrubbed a hand down my face, muscles still quaking from the bondage.
“I don’t know,” I muttered.
“You can hump a pillow if you want,” he suggested. “You can come down here and ride my leg if you’d prefer. You can sit against the headboard and use your fist if that feels better for you.”
“I can use my hand at home,” I said without thinking, and heat flashed across Riggs’s face.
“Do you use your hand often?” Riggs asked, and the flush on my throat and chest answered before I could form the words. “How often?”
“More than before.”
“What do you think about?”
“You,” I admitted.
The corner of his mouth quirked up, and he angled his head to the side, rubbing his hands down the length of his thighs.
“What about me?”
“Anything,” I told him, no longer worried about trying to stay cool. The man had my cum dried and flaking off his jaw. He knew I was into him. There was no point in trying to hide my interest. “I think about the bathroom at Rapture and the first time I came over here. I think about all of it.”
Instead of answering anything I’d confessed, Riggs locked his stare onto mine.
“Pick the way you want to come,” he said slowly.
All of the options he’d given me sounded good, but considering how regal I found him there in his chair, there was no question. I slid off the bed and sank to my knees, crawling the few feet to the chair. Riggs cursed under his breath when I mounted him then threaded his fingers into my hair.
“Reach back and pump the toy up some more. I really want you to feel it down there.”
I squeezed the bulb until my eyes rolled back, then let it fall onto the floor behind me. I had no idea how big the plug had inflated itself inside of me, but I hadn’t had anything that big inside of me before. I hadn’t really had much inside of me ever.
“Now,” Riggs said, lifting the top of his foot against my balls. “Move. And tell me what you fantasize about.”
The rough friction of his jeans against my cock was agony, but in the way that made me desperate and horny.
I braced one hand on his knee, my other hand curled around his wrist. There was nowhere to look besides up at him, no way to miss the adoration on his face when I started to move.
Riggs might not have wanted me sexually, but he wanted me, and that was more than enough.
It was everything.
“Sometimes I think about running into you at Rapture,” I admitted, fucking my erection against his ankle. “I come on to you and we go to a private room but somebody is already there and you make me suck your cock while they fuck.”
“Do I get hard?” he asked, pulling at my hair.
I shook my head, embarrassed at how much precum I was smearing on his jeans. “No, but you get really rough with me. Like full on…oh, shit…”
“Full on what?” Riggs prompted, tugging the strands in his fingers to set a different pace for my body.
“Face fucking,” I blurted. “It’s messy and I’m crying about it, and the people there stop what they’re doing to watch.”
Riggs hummed, a rumbling sound in the back of his throat that vibrating through his whole body and straight into mine. I grinded my asshole down onto his foot, the plug swelling and pushing deeper into me as I gave my cock some air between our bodies.
“I always thought you have a voyeuristic streak in you.” He let go of my hair and patted it back into place, shook my hand off of his wrist and settled it on the outside of his thigh. “I loved watching you jerk off that first night. You were so into it.”
“Did you really like it?”
“I wouldn’t have taken you to the bathroom and done it myself if I hadn’t.” Riggs paused and pulled his lower lip between his teeth. “Why’d you stop?”
“I didn’t mean to,” I said quickly, pumping my hips against his shin. “Fuck. Oh, my God.”
Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and my inability to look away from Riggs didn’t help matters at all.
He watched me like he was a predator, all coiled tension and focus barely restrained beneath the surface.
I believed him fully when he told me his pleasure was mine, and it was that understanding that drove me straight to the brink of an impossible second orgasm.
“Just like that, baby,” Riggs coaxed. “Take what you need from me. It’s yours, alright? It’s all yours. I’m…”
He cradled my jaw in his hands, holding my head steady even as the movements of the lower half of my body turned more erratic. I grabbed his forearms, mouth falling open as I thrust against his leg once, twice more.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned, hips jerking and out of my control. The plug inside of my ass knocked into my prostate with every frantic move I made, but Riggs’s fingers against my jaw dug in and kept me grounded.
“Just like I told you to. There’s my good boy, yeah?” Riggs licked his lips and stared down at me. “You’re the best at this. You’re so perfect for me, aren’t you?”
The pressure built at the base of my spine, and Riggs pressed his thumbs against my cheekbones, tilting my face up.
It lifted me barely an inch, but it was enough to change the angle of my body against his and keep my orgasm at bay.
The sound that left my throat at his denial sounded painful and foreign, and I shoved my body against his, chasing again after my pleasure.
With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. He freed his cock and held it out for me, mostly soft in the grip of his fist. I fucked myself higher onto his leg so I could get him into my mouth and it was the salty and sweaty musk of him that finally sent me over the edge.
I shouted out around his cock and Riggs pulled back his hand, funneling his whole length onto my waiting tongue.
I choked at how full he made my mouth, even flaccid, and when he grunted and fucked up off the chair and into my face, the game was finished.
A second orgasm slammed through me like a tidal wave, jets of cum splattering against the chair and his leg.
He flattened his hands on the back of my head, keeping me pinned in his lap with a mouthful of cock while my body fought violently through every second of a painful release.
“I wish you could see yourself,” he said after my tremors quieted down. My face still shoved between his legs, my cheeks covered with spit and tears. “Goddamn, I could…”
Riggs groaned, collapsing back into the chair and finally loosening the hold he had on me. I moaned happily and rested my cheek against his denim clad thigh, mouth still stretched around his dick, my own erection twitched valiantly against his leg as the last remains of cum dribbled out of the tip.
Much sooner than I would have liked, Riggs took his cock out of my mouth. He smiled down at me, using his thumb to wipe the corner of my lip.
“Come up here,” he said softly, helping me fight my way onto his lap. He slid his arms around me, dragging his palms up the length of my back before drawing them back down to the globes of my ass. He fidgeted around with the tube on the plug, finding the valve to deflate it and giving it a twist.
The change in size was jarring and my back arched, shoving my chest into his face.
I whimpered, and Riggs took one of my nipples between his teeth, biting down hard at the same time he pulled the much smaller than I was used to toy out of my ass.
I cried out, not embarrassed by the outburst, and he dropped the plug on the floor and returned both his hands to my body.
He petted his fingers all over me, using his tongue to apologize to my still-hard nipple, and he made no argument when I looped my arms around his shoulders and tangled my fingers into his hair.
He even groaned when I tugged gently on the ends, tipping his head back and staring up at me.
“Smith, I…” He stopped himself again, lashes fluttering when I tucked his hair behind his ears. Riggs exhaled, his breath warm against my throat.
“After I come,” I told him, finishing off the fantasy, “you take me into the shower and we take turns washing each other.”
He smiled at me, eyes falling closed.
“You’re extra careful with my hole and all the places you’ve bruised me.”
Riggs huffed, sinking his nails into the fleshiest part of my ass. “No bruises tonight, baby.”
Feeling bold, I moved his hand to the inside of my thighs, to the places he’s used the clothespins. The O-ring on my wrist cuffs rattled, and I’d never felt more naked.
“Not even here?”
He tipped me back and looked down at my thighs.
“Maybe here,” he conceded. “So what you’re saying is I owe you some aftercare and some attention?”
Riggs lifted my wrist toward his mouth, kissed the place the leather met my skin before undoing the strap and letting it fall to the floor.
He repeated the same move with the other hand, then brought them both back to his mouth, held tight in one of his hands.
He slid the other under my thigh and hoisted us both up from the chair.
I made a high-pitched squeal, wrapping my legs around his waist when he stood since he’d limited the use of my hands.
“I won’t let you fall,” he promised, kissing my temple and carrying me to the bathroom.
He didn’t even realize it was a lie. It wasn’t his fault, though. He was just too late.
I’d fallen the first time I laid eyes on him, and there was no turning back.