Chapter 21
twenty-one
Scotlyn.
I needed an escape from my life and Christian promised to give me one.
We showered then I stood in my room naked, feeling completely confident and at ease while Christian decided what to do with me.
My heart was racing with the idea of his decision but I needed this and him.
My eyes lowered to his dick. Thick and heavy between his thighs, not caring that it had my full attention.
I didn't stop enjoying the visual until Christian yanked the silk belt from one of my robes and moved to the leather bench at the end of my bed.
"Come here."
I frowned then lifted my eyes. The minute he dropped his chin, my ass was moving. He guided me onto the bench long ways so I was stretched across it with my feet planted at one end and my head at the other. I was already tense with anticipation while he stood above me, examining the visual.
"Arms above your head."
"Why?"
"You trust me?"
"Yes."
"Arms above your head."
I slowly lifted them and he grabbed my wrists, circled them with the belt, and pulled them back.
When he tugged and kneeled, and I felt him moving behind me, my heart rate sped up.
This position had my back arched away from the bench.
After a few minutes, he tugged at the belt and moved between my thighs on the other end.
I was tied to the bench, arms over my head, back arched and thighs spread open.
"You look so fucking beautiful." He paused and kneeled between my legs. "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of this."
My pussy pulsed in appreciation because I had a feeling I would too.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Try not to strain too much in this position, okay?" His fingers glided over my pussy and I groaned in approval.
"Yes, Sir."
"Use your colors if you need to."
"I will, Sir."
"Good girl."
Christian leaned forward and pressed a kiss against my skin that had me shivering with need. "This is the best fucking view."
When he lifted my leg and I felt his tongue glide up my calf and across my thigh, my stomach locked so damn tightly it hurt.
This was killing me, needing him to touch me and waiting for him to do so.
But when I felt the warmth of his breath ghost over my skin, right before he licked the outside of my pussy, I jerked against the restraints and arched my back even more.
He kept going, licking down the sides tortuously slow, and my body was screaming in protest because it wasn't enough.
"Please Sir, I need more."
"I got you."
His tongue moved over me from my clit to my ass before he opened his mouth wide and covered me, working his tongue through my lips from top to bottom, and oh, gotdamn. My orgasm was already building.
He lifted both legs and draped them over his arms, spreading me wider before devouring me like a man starved. The way he growled his approval while sucking my pussy was criminal and otherworldly.
His tongue swiped from one end to the other then danced over my clit before trailing back down and thrusting inside me.
He kept that rotation going until I was shaking and grinding into his face, losing my mind with the climb happening.
My mind was hazy, my muscles were locked tightly, and I felt like I couldn't catch my breath.
My arms ached from tugging at the silk material that held them stretched above my head and my back was tense from arching so deeply.
When the orgasm hit, I fully embraced it, letting the rush of heat and pleasure completely consume me. Christian kept sucking my clit and driving his tongue inside me until the trembling slowed.
I gently rocked my hips against his mouth but then he stood, keeping my legs draped over his arms and spreading them wider seconds before I felt him pressing at my opening, teasing me, pushing but not quite enough before I had all of him.
Then he thrust into me deeply. The feeling was overwhelming because my pussy was still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave me, so I moaned loud, trying to catch my breath again. When I lazily peeled my eyes open, his were locked on my face and paired with a cocky grin.
"Color?"
Color? With my pussy throbbing and his long, thick dick submerged in me? Be fucking for real.
"Green, Sir."
He chuckled when I narrowed my eyes, then pulled back and rocked into me hard and deep. The first of many and I wasn't complaining. I closed my eyes and groaned but that wasn't approved based on my next command.
"Give me your eyes. I need to see you while I'm making you cum."
I did as commanded, arched my back more, and locked down on his dick each time he thrust into me.
"Fuck!" Christian growled, landing so deep I felt a spike of pain shoot down my spine but the best kind.
He was so damn big and stretched me deliciously.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, fucking me more roughly. "And this pussy is so fucking mine."
I smiled and narrowed my eyes on him but they slammed shut when he lifted me higher and changed his angle.
…he was right, it was his, I was his, and that was a problem because this was temporary…
Instead of focusing on what I couldn't change, I decided to lean into what I needed. "If it's yours, show me. Fuck me like I'm yours, Sir."
Christian smiled sinfully evil and began driving into me.
"Oh fuck… I can't… yes, oh fuck yes…" I yelled when he adjusted my body so each time he landed deep his pelvis ground against my clit.
It only took seconds for the new angle and depth to push me into euphoric bliss. My pussy clenched his dick, making it almost impossible for him to pull back and my entire body shattered, jerking roughly right before he growled and shot a hot and heavy load into me.
After a minute he lowered me to the bench, untied my arms, and rubbed my wrists and shoulders, working the tension from both.
He lifted me and sat on the bench, pulling me down onto his lap then shoving his tongue in my mouth.
I rocked against him, sighing in contentment when Christian lifted me and helped me sink down on his dick which was unreasonably hard considering how he had just unloaded in me.
"Take what you need for me now because the rest of the night will be about me taking what I need from you and I'm not going to be kind about it."
I smiled and circled my hips before I did just that. I fucked him hard, knowing this was my only chance to be in control. I planned on making the most of it before he kept his promise, but either way, I was going to be satisfied and sore by the time we were done.
The next morning I climbed out of bed and went on a search for my phone which I found in the living room where I left it and powered it on. I was flooded with texts, but the only ones I cared about were from Tezni. I quickly responded:
Me: I'm okay. Call you in a bit.
After that I dialed Alex, who answered right away.
It was five in the morning and I doubted he'd gotten much sleep considering everything concerning our father was falling on him.
There was no way my father would entrust his legacy to me.
The thought only further confirmed what I was about to say to my brother.
"Hey, Scot. I was just about to check on you. Everything okay.?
Is that muthafucker still there…
I read between the lines and smiled. Alex loved me and was very protective.
"Yes, everything is fine. I actually got some sleep, but it sounds like you didn't."
He grunted before he spoke. "There's a lot of shit I need to deal with but I'm handling it."
"Can I help?" I didn't give a damn about my father but I cared about Alex. If I could somehow make this easier for him, I would.
"No, I've got it covered. You don't need to be bothered with any of this." Alex was quiet for a brief moment. "He still there?"
I smiled at the tension in his voice. "Yes, Christian's still here."
"Do I need to be worried about whatever him pulling up on you unannounced means?"
"No."
"Will you at least tell me what the hell is going on with the two of you?"
I inhaled and huffed a soft breath. "There's nothing to tell. Honestly, I don't know what Christian and I are. I'm still trying to figure that out…"
I was surprised when Christian showed up but I was also relieved. The minute I opened my door and saw him standing there, I realized he was exactly what I wanted and needed.
I would have never asked him to come, but the fact that I didn't have to twisted something in me.
I wouldn't dare read too deeply into it but inside I knew what neither of us were saying.
The contract was no longer driving our intentions.
Feelings were involved. Christian and I had a connection that didn't make sense and probably never would but needed to be addressed because the feelings were very relevant.
We needed to have that conversation but now wasn't the time. Right now, I was simply allowing him to be here for me because I needed him and he was willing to be what I needed.
"If you have to figure it out then maybe now's not the best time for this, Scot. You can't even define what you are."
"We don't need to be defined. I know that may not make sense to you but I need what he's offering. He's here and that's enough."
"That shit doesn't sound right."
"I don't expect you to understand but will you at least trust that I know what I'm doing?"
He laughed dryly. "No, I can't do that shit either. But when your mind's made up about something, there's not a damn thing anyone can do to change it. Not even me so I'm going to fall back but promise me you're okay."
"I'm okay, Alex. I promise. Even if I don't know how to explain what Christian and I are, I do know you can trust me with him."
"Yeah, same shit he said."
I smiled softly. "You two are a lot alike. Hopefully that will help you relax some."
"Nah, it really doesn't, but I'm going to trust that you know what you need. And if that's him, then like I said, I'll fall back, but I'm here. Don't you dare hesitate to tell me if you need me."