My Rose

35. Briggs

Chapter 35

Briggs

“By yielding you may obtain victory.” ― Ovid

T he past week since Rose had moved into the house I signed over to her had been the best week of my entire life. The only thing that’d made me stop marking her skin was the desire to see her in the dress I picked for her to wear to the annual VanAndrews party. If it weren’t for the revealing dip down her chest, I’d have her covered with bites and bruises that she oddly enough seemed to love. I never would have thought my sweet, good girl would love getting fucking filthy for me—but she did.

And I absolutely loved it.

Even when I didn’t have my cock buried deep inside Rose, things between us were perfect. Had I known that my crush as a child would turn into this, I’d have done something sooner. Maybe I would have pursued her that first night we happened to be at the same place at the same time, or fucked her there in my car during that bonfire, or even taken her back to what we now called home after the first party instead of dropping her off. If I’d known my father would remain just as distant and not even notice that I’d moved out, I’d have done it all from day one.

Who knows where we’d be had we done this sooner? The one thing I was sure of—I’d have her pills replaced with placebos, something I was unwilling to do now that my love and devotion for her ultimately made me see that it should be her choice when that happened. I, however, was ready to see her swollen, her breasts heavy and tender. Those babies her grandparents mentioned hadn’t left my mind since that night, and if I was being honest with myself, the amount of times I almost trashed her pills was making me think I’d gone crazy in the process of falling for her. For now, pumping her so full of my cum every day, knowing some part of me was always in her, was going to have to do.

The day she started winter break, I picked her up from her last final and took her out for lunch to celebrate. She was oddly quiet, and when we got home, she started rummaging through a box I’d seen her go through several times in the past week, her head occasionally cocking at me like I was part of whatever puzzle she couldn’t quite piece together.

“Rose,” I groaned, laying beside her while she continued holding up pictures and then looking over at me.

“Mhm?”

I slipped my fingers beneath her shirt, my thumb smoothing over her ribs just under her burn mark. “Are you going to tell me what’s been so interesting in that box? I know you want to be an archivist, but baby, I have other things you can study. Preferably naked.”

She looked at me through the corner of her eye, then huffed and flopped down beside me, a picture still in her hands. “I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t know a lot about my mom other than her as a mom, so this stuff”—her hand that held the picture pointed back at the box between her legs—“to see her as someone my age, it’s all just so…weird? No, that’s not the right word.”

“New,” I suggested, taking the picture from her hands and holding it up.

“Yeah. That.” Her finger landed on the woman I was going to guess was her mom amongst a few other women, but even my memory of her from that day was spotty. “This one is her. Was her, I mean.”

“You look like her.” Rose and her mother could have been sisters. They had the same blue eyes and dark hair, but Rose must’ve had her father’s genes when it came to her light skin tone and rounded cheekbones. Her mother appeared more hollow, in a sense. Less lively. Maybe that was because I knew she was already dead and gone.

“You think? ”

I passed the photo back to her, nodding my head. “Yeah. Who’s this next to her?”

She looked to where I was pointing and shrugged. “I don’t know. She has a lot of photos with people that I’ve never seen before. Figured they were all just from her classes.”

“Was she into art history, too? I don’t remember what her career was from that day she came in.” Mostly because I was too busy looking at her daughter to hear the words coming from her mouth.

“A lawyer,” Rose replied, sitting up to put the photo back in the box. “Both she and my father were going to law school, but when she got pregnant with me, he offered to stay back and let her continue going to school while he stayed home with me.”

Add that to the list of fucking things I never knew about her. Guess for PIs, dead people didn’t matter in a file. But to me, they did. Everything about Rose mattered.

“So you stayed home with your dad mostly?”

She twisted on the bed to lay on my chest, her chin propped up on my pec. My hand instinctively moved to take her hair in my fingers. “I don’t remember much, but I think I did. I must have because my grandparents didn’t have a room set up for me when I moved in with them. Not at first, anyway. I took over my mom’s old room.”

“And this box is everything she left behind?”

She nodded against me. “Yep. Haven’t seen any of it until now.”

I cocked a brow at her. “What else is in there besides photos?”

“A few pieces of costume jewelry, newspaper and magazine clippings, papers with scribbles that make no sense. Lots of random things you’d find in a nightstand or something. ”

I smirked. “Odd, like what you’d find in your nightstand?”

“I haven’t…” Her words trailed off as she put the box on the floor and leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. “Oh my god, Briggs. What even…what is this stuff?”

I smiled more. “Pull one out, and I’ll show you.”

She reached in and pulled out a strap I had custom-made for her, with red satin that lined the cuffs for her wrists and ankles. “Umm…I can tell what goes in here, but I’m confused about why it’s so short. How am I supposed to be comfortable with this on?”

“Comfort won’t even be on your mind with that on.” I got on my hands and knees, prowling over her body and taking the new toy I couldn’t wait to see on her from her hands. No better time than the present. Without warning, I flipped her onto her stomach, and she raised her hips and pushed back, grinding her ass on my already stiff cock. I chuckled, bending over her back and nipping along her ear. She moaned, her breaths coming out heavy like I loved. “Your cunt is the most greedy thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking, baby. I can’t wait to see how eager you become when you can’t see what’s coming.” I pressed my dick harder against her covered ass. I couldn’t wait any longer. Something about this woman made me so goddamn impatient. “Are you ready to try this on for me?”

“How—” I wrapped my fist around her hair, pulling her head back and making her spine arch as I silenced her. Lifting the back of her shirt, I leaned down and licked the column of her spine, watching goosebumps flood her milky skin as she moaned. Fuck, I could be above her, beneath her, and inside her all day and still not have enough of her .

“Be my good little slut and find out. You remember what to do if it’s too much, right?”

“Tap on you three times or tell you no.” Such a good fucking girl.

“Exactly.” I released her hair and pushed her down by the nape of her neck. With her head angled to the side, she nodded against the bed, her eyes watching my every move while I rolled the rest of her shirt up and pushed her lace panties down, exposing her to me. “This won’t hurt, baby. You’re always safe with me. Remember that.” I got to work on hogtying her, grabbing her wrists gently and securing each before moving on to her ankles, all while telling her what I was doing and walking her through it. I kissed her tenderly, sweeping my lips from where she was bound, moving down until I reached the smooth skin of her thighs.

“Briggs,” she moaned. “Please.”

I slapped her bare pussy, feeling her arousal smatter along my palm with each quick flick of my wrist. Her body ground hard against the bed, trying to gain the friction she so badly wanted, but the way I’d secured the hogtie to the straps mounted to our mattress wasn’t letting her thighs come together. She was spread wide open for me, her back dipping with her raised hips and breasts pressed deeply into the sheets.

“Lift your hips a little more for me, Rose.” She went to work, shimmying her knees and stomach until her perfect ass was raised in the air like a white flag of surrender to my sanity. “Fuck,” I growled low, freeing my cock from my sweatpants and stroking it at the sight of her. “Whose little slut are you, baby?”

“Only yours,” she said without hesitation .

I grinned, then released my cock and flipped on my back, working my way beneath her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, unable to see with her chin angled down, digging into her shoulder.

I spanked her ass, eliciting another moan from my greedy girl. “Drop your hips and sit on my face.”

“No.” I slapped her ass harder, then wedged my hand between her and the bed to twist her nipple until she cried out. Her pussy grew so wet it took all my willpower not to sink in and devour her like I wanted.

“I want you to sit. On. My. Face.” She shook her head against the bed, her hips swaying above me, taunting me. “Are you teasing me, baby? Denying me will only get you punished.” Though, I kind of liked the idea of finally edging her.

“Will it?” Her tone was all sass, her hips lifting higher as her knees fought to get closer to her elbows. Or, tried to. I pushed my arms over her knees, blocking them from moving anymore, then grabbed the globes of her ass.

“I will pull you down and take what I want, or you can be my perfect little cum slut and drop your fucking hips so I can eat. Your choice.” Rose paused, her hips hovering above me still but weakening as her knees shook. “You like the idea of it, don’t you? Me, taking what I want regardless of you giving it to me or not?”

I felt the bed shift above me. “I can’t see you, baby girl. I’m hoping that was a nod, but I’m waiting for a ‘yes, sir.’ You remember the words you’re allowed to use, right?”

“I thought…I thought that was just before?” I waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t, I felt the need to correct her thoughts. Before, it was to make sure she knew who was pleasuring her. Now, it was because I loved the moments of her obedience almost as much as the way she bit back.

“No. I haven’t made you do anything like that because I figured you needed time to adjust. But your adjustment period has ended.” With that, I grabbed her ass and pulled her down, groaning as my mouth became consumed with her taste. She ground her hips against me, unashamedly seeking her own pleasure while I sucked and licked and nipped along her clit, filling her with my tongue when I couldn’t get enough. My Rose was playing hard to get, but she loved my tongue and cock taking what they wanted—every last drop from her.

“God-fucking-damn, don’t you dare stop.” Whining sounds vibrated down her thighs, the quake in them a telling sign. “I need you closer than that.”

“Briggs, go—”

I dug my fingers into her ass, then to really drive it home for her that I wasn’t going to stop until long after she came, I slid my fingers lower. She moaned as I thrust three fingers inside her sopping cunt, finding her G-spot and pressing on it forcefully with rapid plunges into her tight walls.

“Good girl,” I praised as her soaked pussy clenched my fingers. “You fucking love taking what I give, don’t you?”

Her walls gripped my fingers harder, then started fluttering. I pushed deeper, stroking her G-spot over and over .

“Do it,” I ordered. She made some kind of incoherent sound, making my cock unbearably hard. “Do it now like the slut you are for me.” Her orgasm hit hard, her soft hips writhing as her arousal dripped down my chin and onto my neck. I kept going, pushing deeper into her with my fingers and tongue, draining her of everything she had to give. Well, almost everything.

I wasn’t stopping there. No, I was starved for her. I shimmied out from beneath her and flipped to sit up on my knees, then drove my cock into her before she could drop her hips back down. Crudely taking her hair into my fist, I settled my forearm around her for more support, then drove into her with a maddening pace. “Come for me again. Milk me for what I am—your monster.” Her gasps filled our room—our home—like the sweetest song I’d ever heard. Spreading my knees, I sank lower, granting me the angle she needed to come without having to rub her clit. Driving into her, holding her this close with her hair wrapped around my fist—it was all too perfect.

“Briggs!” she shouted my name, her swollen pussy convulsing, bringing me to my orgasm faster than I hoped for. With another few pumps, I pulled out from her slowly, frowning when I saw a bead of cum fall from her.

“Stay. Still.” Reaching over to the nightstand, I pulled out the other new addition that was going to end up being one of my favorites. Little did she know, I put one in each of the bags I’d bought for her as well—taking a plug with her on the go was going to be necessary .

“What is—” she gasped as I gathered what was trying to leave her body, rubbing the cold glass along her center before gently pushing it in, sealing the rest of me inside her.

“I told you I was buying you a plug. Or did you not think I was serious?”

“Really?” She wriggled against the hogtie, trying to see what she wouldn’t be able to see unless I held a mirror up for her. Instead, I sat back, staring at the encased rose petals that decorated the end of the plug.

“Really.” I leaned forward, finding her sensitive clit and stroking it slowly. After mere seconds, she was trembling, moaning against the sheets while gyrating her hips. “That’s right, Rose. Get yourself off on my fingers, and I’ll reward you by fucking you again.”

With effort, she slowed, catching her breath. “You’re going to put that plug in again when you’re done, aren’t you?”

I gave her clit a soft pinch, groaning with her. “Damn right, I am.”