Chapter 25 Victor #3
“I’m sure,” I tell her. “I trust you with my life. So I trust you with this too.”
Willow gazes at me for a moment, emotions I’ve never quite seen before crossing her face.
I wish I was better at naming them, because they make something in my own chest ache, and she swallows before she nods once.
She shifts the rope in her hands, testing the heft of it, and then climbs onto the bed with me.
Before doing anything else, she kisses me, her mouth soft and warm against mine. I lean up into it, letting her press me down to the bed as she goes.
Her touch is gentle when she grabs my wrists, drawing them up and toward the headboard. There’s a look of concentration on her face, as if she wants to be sure she does this right, and it’s endearing to see.
Her knots aren’t as good as someone like Malice’s would be, but they hold as she starts to bind my wrists to the headboard.
I test the knot work when she’s done, and something flares through me when I realize she’s tied them well enough that I’m not going anywhere until she releases me. Not without a good deal of effort, at least. My heart pounds in my chest, and I have to lick my lips.
“Okay?” she murmurs.
I nod, my voice hoarse. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
Finally, she smiles, and it’s a more genuine smile than I’ve seen on her face in days. Heat and something like mischief light in her eyes, and she traps her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands move down my body slowly, going from my arms to my chest, and she lets herself explore.
The glint of desire in her luminous brown eyes grows brighter with every second, and I can tell that she’s turned on not just by the situation, but also by the show of trust. Or at least, I think she is. That’s how I felt when she let me tie her up, and she seems to feel the same way.
It’s a heady thing, to have absolute control over someone, and to know that it doesn’t make them fear you.
My heart pounds in my chest as she touches me, and I groan when her fingers skate over my nipples through my shirt. Willow picks up on that, of course, and she teases with them a bit more, pushing my shirt up so she can have unfettered access.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I didn’t think this was going to be so intense so soon.”
Her eyes flash to my face, like she’s trying to check in and make sure I’m alright, and I nod to let her know I am.
“Don’t stop.”
“Does it feel good?” she asks, and although her voice is soft, there’s something ravenous in her eyes.
I grit my teeth, tugging on the ropes a little.
“It feels so fucking good,” I rasp. “Your hands on me are the best thing I’ve ever felt. You make me feel… god, butterfly, you make me want…”
“What?” Willow breathes. “Tell me.”
“More,” I manage to say. “Give me more. Keep touching me. Fuck, don’t ever stop.”
“I never want to.”
As if to prove the truth of her words, she drops her head, letting her mouth follow where her hands just were. They start at my neck, and she licks and sucks there, her teeth nipping lightly at sensitive spots.
And every spot seems sensitive right now.
My entire body is primed to react to her touch, and to want so much more.
Every brush of her lips or scrape of her teeth just adds to the desire building up in me, and I have to remind myself to breathe as she moves down to my chest, counting upward slowly in my head.
Her eyes flash up to meet mine as she drags her tongue down my sternum, her hands holding on to my hips, and I groan her name, my jaw clenching.
“Fuck, that’s so good. Your mouth, butterfly. What are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel good,” she murmurs back. “It’s one of my favorite things in the entire world, Vic. I love making you come undone for me. Love when you lose all that control you hold on to so tightly, just for me. Just so you can fuck me the way you want, holding nothing back.”
Her tongue dips and swirls around my nipple, and I hiss as pleasure shoots through me. My cock is fully hard now, pressed painfully against the inside of my jeans, but Willow seems to be taking her time getting there.
And even though it’s pure torture, part of me doesn’t even mind. I don’t want to rush her as she explores my entire torso with her lips and tongue, tracing my tattoos, my ribs, the muscles of my pecs and abs.
“I can never get enough of you,” I mutter breathlessly.
The words just spill out of me, and I don’t bother to hold them back.
“Never enough. Everything you do just makes me want you more. I want to feel you, butterfly. Always. I want to be buried inside you so deep that I can’t feel anything other than you. ”
Willow moans softly from the torrent of words, her eyes darkening with arousal. She reaches over to grab the knife that Malice keeps on the bedside table and uses it to cut my shirt all the way off, getting it out of the way.
I can’t even be upset about the waste of clothes or the fact that she tosses the scraps onto the floor rather than folding them up neatly. Right now, the only thing I can focus on is how much I want her. How good this feels.
She kisses her way down to my stomach, and once she’s there, she finally stops teasing. Her hand presses against the bulge in my pants, and I grunt in pleasure, arching up to try to rub against her small, soft palm, wanting more friction.
Willow allows it, her pupils blown wide as she watches me move, practically humping her hand.
“You want me so much,” she whispers. “Don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” I tell her. “I don’t just want. I need you, butterfly.”
She licks her lips and removes her hand, but just long enough to get my pants undone. With quick movements, she drags them and my boxers down, tossing them off to the side with the remnants of my shirt.
My cock springs up, hard and flushed, already damp at the tip.
It’s not so much different from when she was tattooing me.
Something about this beautiful, soft, incredible woman affects me like nothing else ever has.
I never really watched porn, never really even thought about sex that much until I met Willow.
I would take care of my needs when they built up quickly and perfunctorily, only jerking off on set days of the week as a way of keeping my body regulated.
Willow is the only person who has ever made me need. Who’s made me need something so much that I would break every single one of my habits and rules.
Only for her. And I prefer it that way.
I want her to be the only one who can make me like this.
“Please,” I groan, my cock pulsing as if it’s straining to reach her. “Touch me, butterfly. Fuck, please.”
“Yes,” she breathes, licking her palm.
Her hand is soft and warm as she wraps it around my shaft, and I exhale hard, almost like the breath has been punched out of me.
She strokes me slowly, working my length up and down, rubbing her palm over the head as she comes back down. The precum leaking out of my cock helps slick the way even more, and each movement makes sparks shoot down my spine.
It’s a little embarrassing, although my stamina is much better than it used to be… but I could come just from this. Just from her touching me a little, just from watching the way her face transforms with desire as she watches my cock slip between her fingers.
She squeezes a little, and my breath catches as the pleasure rushes over me.
“Willow, I—” The words get caught in my throat, and I moan again, bucking up into her touch even more. “Fuck.”
“Not yet,” she tells me, slowing her hand down a bit. “I want to see how much you can take. Is that okay?”
Truthfully, I feel like I’m already wound so tight I’m about to snap. But this is about her taking back her power.
Letting her have control over me was the whole point.
So I nod, giving her the green light, and she grins, starting to stroke me faster again.
Her hand flies over my cock, working me up, building the heat in my veins into a raging fire.
Then she suddenly slows down again, making my entire body lurch with shock of the change.
It’s almost too much, and there’s something about the uneven way she’s jacking me off that makes my pulse race, keeping me off balance.
But it’s not bad. It feels too incredible for that.
“There you go,” Willow murmurs, looking almost transfixed as she watches me. “Your cock is so beautiful, Vic. I swear I’ve never seen you this hard. I love how you feel in my hand, velvety soft and so thick.”
Even her words turn me on. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, barreling toward it—
And then she stops again.
I make a low noise of frustration, breathing hard now. My cock aches, dripping freely, and my balls are tight as my thigh muscles clench.
“Fuck,” I gasp out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re… diabolical.”
“How badly do you want to come?” she whispers, and I can tell she’s enjoying this. I am too, even if it also feels like I’m about to die.
“I’m so close. I’m so—fuck, butterfly, I need—”
“I’m going to give it to you,” she promises, her voice raspy in a way that tells me she’s just as worked up as I am. “Your cock is so hard, Vic. I can feel how bad you want it. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
“I already—”
My voice breaks off in a choked grunt as she starts to jerk me off again.
It’s such a fucking gorgeous sight, watching her take control like this.
She looks intent as she works me up, watching my face, listening to the sounds I’m making.
She takes it all in, observing every detail just like I would if I were in her place, so that she’ll know when to pull back and keep me on the edge.
It goes on for a couple more rounds, and each time she denies me, my need just ratchets up higher. I can’t hold back the groans spilling from me, and my words come out rough-edged and jagged, so desperate for her to finish it. To let me come.
I’ve never begged before, but I’m fucking pleading now. The words fall from my lips easily as my body arches and bucks, my wrists twisting in the ropes.
Willow is breathing hard, and she makes a low, needy noise herself. Finally, she lets go of my cock, and I pant, my entire body screaming in protest at the loss of her touch.
She gets off the bed, and I open my mouth to ask what she’s doing, but then she starts stripping off her clothes.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You’re so gorgeous. You’re perfect, butterfly. I need you. Please, I need—”
“I know,” she says soothingly. “I need you too. I promised I’d make you feel good, remember?”
I nod, watching as she climbs back onto the bed, her dyed brown hair falling over her shoulders to brush her breasts. Her pussy is wet, and I can see her arousal glistening between her thighs as she comes over and straddles me.
She grips the base, lowering herself down onto my cock, and as soon as my crown breaches her tight, wet heat, I groan, bucking up into her even deeper.
“Yes,” I grit out. “Fuck yes.”
She moans in response, still in control, taking her time seating herself fully on my shaft. Once I’m all the way in, she braces her hands on my chest and starts riding me, no longer teasing at all.
This is everything I’ve been craving, and I think I could die happy like this.
She promised she’d give me what I needed, and she has, but it’s clear she’s chasing her own pleasure too.
Her hips roll in undulating circles, and her breasts bounce invitingly as she moves, making me wish my hands were free to touch her.
She tips her head back, moaning my name as she rides me, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“I wish you could see yourself like this,” I tell her, panting. “How fucking beautiful you look. Like a goddess. Taking what you want, doing it just how you want to. It’s amazing. It’s so good.”
She bends down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss as she keeps going, lifting her hips and slamming them back down to bury me inside her over and over. Our breaths mingle, almost animalistic sounds spilling into each other’s mouths as she rides me.
“Fuck, Vic,” she moans. “I love you.”
And after all of it, after everything she did to tease me and drive me wild, those three words are what break me.
The orgasm that’s been threatening to spill over since Willow first tied me to the bed suddenly surges through me. The muscles in my neck go tense with the strain as I growl out, “Fuck. I’m coming. Come with me. Please.”
“Uh huh,” Willow whimpers. “Right there. Right… fucking… there.”
I’m already filling her up as she comes on my cock, and the feel of her squeezing around me almost makes me black out. She keeps riding me, then finally goes limp, collapsing onto my chest.
It takes a while for us to catch our breath, but eventually, Willow climbs off me. Just like I did the night my brothers tied her up for me, she unties me from the bed and helps me rub at my wrists, returning circulation to them.
Now that I can move freely, I can’t resist wrapping my arms around her. I pull her down so that she’s draped on top of me as I lie back, kissing her forehead and smoothing her messy hair.
“Thank you for that,” she whispers. “I don’t know how you guys always know what I need when I need it, but… that was perfect.”
“I told you I’d do anything for you,” I reply. “And I meant it.”