33. Freya #2
I give him a half-smile, one eyebrow raised. “Date night. Is that what this is?”
He puts the napkin holder down, his fingers still spider-ed on top of it as his eyes lock on mine. “Yeah, it is.”
I press my smile between my lips. “In which case, we should do them more often.”
Jude nods, his own smile hiding behind his eyes, and flowers unfurl in my chest. Since our talk in the hospital, when I told him I loved him, it feels like I’ve got my Jude back and relief warms my heart.
Matty comes back with our drinks, studiously avoiding me as he places them on the table. I blush and glare at River again.
Eli snickers. He takes a sip of his beer. “So, what’s the play here?” he asks once Matty’s left.
River puts his phone on the table, the screen lit up with the app controlling my personalized torture device—because it’s fast becoming clear that’s exactly what the toy is.
He traces his finger over the screen, taunting me with his control.
“Well, Freya here, seems to be having trouble using her words.”
I scowl. “I’m not a child.”
Scolding eyes snap to me. “You wanted something and instead of asking for it like a good girl, you did something you knew would get my attention. Something I had explicitly said no to.”
“We needed to go,” I argue.
River dips his chin in agreement. “We did. But that’s not why you did it, is it?”
I swallow, the low-level tremors in my core making it hard to focus. He’s right though. I could have found another way, but I wanted to make a point. “Sometimes actions speak louder than words,” I say.
River chuckles. “I whole-heartedly agree.” He taps the button on the app and I bite my lip, gripping the vinyl booth as the toy vibrates against my clit to the point of pain. “Too much,” I say, trying to squirm away from the toy.
Oz and Eli clamp a hand down on my thighs and hold them apart. My head hits the cushioned backrest as the unforgiving intensity oscillates between pain and pleasure until I’m right on the precipice.
The vibrations stop, stealing my climax away.
“No,” I whimper, sagging against the seat. I’m too far gone to care that we’re in a public place, too wired and too desperate not to need the release River’s holding just out of reach.
Through dazed eyes I see River hand the phone to Eli.
The fucker smirks. “This is going to be fun.”
I close my eyes and try to pull myself together as much as possible.
“This is all in your control, Freya. It stops when you tell me what you need,” River says, the timbre of his voice doing unfair things to my already aroused state.
“I need you to stop,” I try my luck, knowing that’s not what he means, but River just clicks his tongue.
“No, you don’t.”
The edging continues throughout dinner. Eli eases off enough for me to eat when the food arrives but other than that the four of them pass River’s phone around, taking it in turns to torment me.
By the time we’ve finished our drinks, I’m beyond a mess. My skin tingles all over, hypersensitive to the slightest touch. Sweat sticks my shirt to my back and my panties are so soaked I can smell my own arousal.
Oz increases the intensity and I curl into his side, resting my forehead on his shoulder. “Ozzie, please.”
He moves his hand away from the phone and lifts my chin.
“You know seeing you like this has me hard as steel.” His eyes dilate as he looks down at me.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. Cheeks flushed the cutest pink, hair a mess. I can see how hard your nipples are through your shirt and bra. And that little breathy sound you make, jeez Freya, you could send a man to heaven with that sound.”
“Oz.” Seeing myself through his eyes is almost enough to make me forget what they’re doing to me. But then he uses his free hand to up the vibrations and my stomach clenches. My eyes drift back and I cling to his knit sweater as he brings me so close pleasure coils tight at my core. “Please, Oz.”
He nods across the table. “Ask River.”
I shift in my seat and beg, too far gone to care at this point. “Please, Sir.”
River waits and then, “No.”
The vibrations cut off and I groan, my forehead slumping against the table.
Oz hands the phone back to River and Eli interlocks his fingers with mine. “Come on, let’s play pool. I, for one, could use a distraction.” I catch sight of him pressing the heel of his hand against the bulge in his pants and take a little satisfaction that this isn’t just torture for me.
Pool, though, proves somewhat difficult when you have a vibrator between your legs.
Especially when Eli decides to play dirty when he realizes I’m going to beat him.
I’m on the black when he’s still got three stripes left to pot but somehow, he’s got River’s phone again and the fucker keeps increasing the speed every time I take a shot.
After my third messed up shot River comes up behind me. He folds his body over mine as I line up the shot, placing his hands on the cue next to my trembling ones.
“I know how to play pool, River. It’s your fault I haven’t won yet.”
River presses into me, letting me feel his hard length against my ass. “Humor me.”
Together, we draw back the cue. Eli spikes the vibrator but River’s hands keep the cue steady and we sink the black.
I stand up and smirk at Eli, but River doesn’t let go of the cue and when he tugs on it, I spin to face him. His coal black hair is raked back, the sharp lines of his jaw devastating. God he’s beautiful . All stern and serious and so damn in control. I want to mess him up.
I let go of the cue and loop my arms around his neck. “You know this is torture for you too, right? Seeing me all flustered. Knowing it’s because of you.”
River scowls down at me before he looks over my shoulder and nods his head. A moment later the vibrator hits me harder than it has all night. Well, hello level twelve, you motherfucker.
I grip tight to River, my fingers latching on to the hair at the back of his neck. “Please, River,” I beg again. “ Please .”
“Fuck it.” River snaps and scoops me up, hooking my legs around his waist as I bury my face in his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
River strides across the bar.
Eli calls Josh’s name and a set of keys flies through the air. “Thanks, bud.”
They take me to the back room Josh uses as an office and River sets me down on my feet.
He looks behind me and the toy cuts off.
I stumble forward, my hands grasping at River’s shirt as I catch my breath.
He tilts my chin up with the side of his finger. “Tell me what you want.”
I stare into the depths of his eyes, my body tingling all over, phantom vibrations aching my core. “I want you .”
He gives a sharp shake of his head. “Not good enough. You already have me. You will always have me. Say it, Freya.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. River holds me in place when all I want to do is climb him.
I know what I need but saying it is proving harder than I anticipated.
Letting other people in isn’t exactly my forte but I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life and I’m just desperate and needy enough to forget about being stubborn.
I draw in a breath through my nose and open my eyes, my gaze colliding with River’s. “I want you to take control. I want you to dominate me.” I let go of his shirt and curl my hand around the nape of his neck. “I want you to fuck me like you own me.”
Lightning strikes in River’s eyes and his lips crash into mine. The heat of his mouth flames against my already overheated skin and I let it consume me.
My fingers twist in the short hairs at the back of his neck and I arch into him as he dominates me with a mere kiss.
I whimper when he comes up for air. His hair is roughed up, his chest rising, and I know I affect him as much as he affects me, but he does what I asked and keeps a firm grasp of the control I’ve gifted him.
“Hold her.”
Oz and Eli take an arm each and drag me back to the wall, locking my shoulders and wrists against the cool surface. River stalks towards me and I tug against their hold, just to see if I can.
River smirks.
I’m locked down tight and the pressure against my wrists sends shivers through my body.
“I do own you, Freya.” River takes off my pants. He keeps his gaze on me as he slowly pulls the toy from my pussy, making my eyes flutter. “Just as you own each of us.”
I’ve spent the last two hours internally cursing that damn toy but now it’s gone I feel agonizingly empty. “River…”
“Shh. I’ve got you, darling.” His belt whispers as he pulls it free and loops it around my neck. He tightens it till the leather is flush against my throat and he can tug on the tail of the belt.
My breathing picks up.
“I understand why you ran, Freya, but we don’t exist without you. All of us would wake up each day and choose to risk our lives if it meant we could spend that day with you. And I will tell you that as many times as you need to hear it to believe it.”
River loops the remaining length of the belt around his fist and pulls tight. “But in the end, Freya, it doesn’t matter if you believe it or not, you are already ours. We already own you.”
His words crash into me as River frees himself from his pants.
I try to look down, but he tugs on my new leash.
“Eyes on me.”
I wet my lips. “Yes, Sir.”
His pupils dilate, black obliterating the brown, and then he’s thrusting inside of me.
I choke at the intrusion, my head hitting the wall. I’m so fucking wet he slides all the way into the hilt on his first stroke and with the state I’m in that’s all it takes for me to come apart.
My mouth opens on a silent scream as my core convulses around River’s thick length.
“Fucking Christ.” River grits his teeth and holds still, one hand tight around the belt and the other braced on the wall above my shoulder.
My climax fades and I slump against the wall as best I can with my shoulders locked under Eli and Oz’s grasp.