Chapter 3 #3
“And maybe you’ll keep that promise if you don’t get to have me tonight,” she said resolutely.
Fucking hells. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside Cyra right now and banish the lingering frustrations I hadn’t purged during my two fights, but I still felt her anger and hurt.
She wasn’t going to let me take her tonight, and I wasn’t going to push.
It was a testament to just how upset she was that she’d brushed off my attempts at seduction.
I stepped away.
“I understand,” I said. “If this is the penance I need to pay, so be it.”
“I need to come, though,” she said. “So you’ll have to watch me take care of myself, but you can’t touch me.”
“What?” I asked incredulously as she pushed past me to head to the bed. “Cyra, that’s not penance, that’s torture.”
“Good,” she said, mercilessly. “Then you’ll understand what I felt when I thought you were dying. Now sit.”
I stared at her as she pointed to a chair next to the bed. I thought about arguing with her but took a resigned seat instead.
Cyra’s eyes met mine before she pulled off her sweater and undershirt and tossed them aside. I was already hard, but I went even harder as my mouth began to water.
“Cyra,” I said as I gripped the arms of the chair. I wasn’t going to be able to just watch her.
She frowned as she looked down at my hands, obviously coming to the same conclusion. Then she turned and headed toward the closet.
“Cyra?” I called after her.
She didn’t answer, but she returned a few seconds later, and I watched her breasts bounce as she strode across the room. I ached to close my mouth over her nipples and hear her gasp.
Then I saw the two silk scarves in her hands. Sweet gods above. I didn’t like where this was going.
“Cyra,” I said, my tone pleading now.
“Hands flat on the arms of the chair,” she said.
“Cyra, please.” I’d promise her anything as long as she didn’t do what she was planning to do.
She only looked at me, and reluctantly, I obeyed.
My cock was painfully hard inside my pants as Cyra tied my hands to the arms of the chair with the scarves, and I was now thoroughly regretting everything I’d done tonight. I’d survived Xerxes’s fighting pit only to die watching my wife pleasure herself while tied to a chair.
“Are you repentant yet?” Cyra asked as she toed off her shoes and undid her pants.
I watched in rapture as she shimmied her hips to get the pants down her thighs, then pushed them to her ankles and stepped out of them.
“Gods, yes,” I whispered. “I swear to the Trinity, I’ll never do anything like that again.”
Cyra straightened and ran a hand lightly down her chest so it brushed over one breast. Her nipple peaked, and I strained at the scarves holding me to the chair.
“I don’t think you sound sorry enough yet,” she said.
“I am,” I insisted. “I’m so sorry.”
She smiled. “Not yet, but you will be.”
I expected her to lay on the bed, but instead she stepped forward and eased down onto my lap, and I nearly exploded right there.
She pressed herself back against my chest, and her scent shot up my nose to lodge itself in my brain, making me dizzy.
She gyrated her ass against my cock, and I groaned loudly as pain and pleasure mingled together in my pants.
“Fuck, Cyra. Please.”
“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet,” she said as she trailed a hand from her shoulder, down between her breasts, and over her stomach before she paused at the apex of her thighs.
“I swear I have,” I said, and there was a tremor in my voice I couldn’t quell. I saw her hand poised between her legs as I looked over her shoulder and down her body, and I was sure I might rip the arms off the chair if it dipped any lower.
“No, I don’t think you have,” she said, and she let out a soft sigh as she began to swirl two fingers over her clit.
I jerked in the chair and swore as something molten surged through me, but Cyra only pushed back against me and moaned as she continued to massage her clit. I was going to come in my pants any second now, and I didn’t care because there was only so much more of this I could take.
Cyra dipped her hand lower to slide her fingers inside herself, and I actually whimpered. I didn’t think I’d ever whimpered in my life.
She writhed against me as she tried to find a good position, and I managed to turn one of my hands on the arm of the chair to face inward.
“Lift your leg,” I told her.
She did as I asked, and I grabbed her leg under the knee to help hold her open so she could pump her fingers in and out of herself. As she did, I thrust my hips up, desperate to get enough friction for a release.
She tsked. “None of that now, or I can make this worse.”
Gods, I didn’t know how it could get any worse.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her ear. “I’ll behave.”
Cyra lifted her hand up toward my face, and I saw the glistening slickness of her arousal on her fingers.
“Do you want a taste?” she asked.
I groaned. “Yes. Please.”
She moved her fingers toward my mouth but then pulled them back when I tried to close my lips over them, and I growled in frustration.
“Promise me and mean it,” she said softly.
“Sweet gods, Cyra,” I said, my frustration boiling over. “I swear to the Trinity and on my father’s soul, I’ll never go to the fighting pits again. You have my word. Now just let me taste you.”
She moved her fingers back within reach of my mouth, and I sucked them in deep, letting my tongue run over her sweetness. This time my groan was one of pleasure, and I sucked harder as she moved her other hand between her legs to stroke herself some more.
“Should I let you come?” she asked, but I didn’t answer. Begging her at this point would only work against me.
Cyra moaned as she moved her hand faster between her legs, and my other hand gripped the arm of the chair with everything I had as I tried to grind myself against her ass without being too obvious.
Her chest heaved as her breathing became ragged, and I watched her breasts thrust up and down as she moved against me.
My climax hit seconds later like a fireball, hot and explosive and a little painful as my head kicked back and I roared. My seed spurted against my skin, warm and sticky as it squelched in the fabric between me and Cyra as she continued to chase her own pleasure.
My hand strained at the scarf holding me to the chair, desperate to touch her.
I felt the arm of the chair start to give, and I gave it a hard yank.
Wood cracked as the arm broke loose enough for me to free my hand of the binding.
My wrist would be bruised and raw later, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I plunged my fingers between Cyra’s legs to work them in and out of her, and her own hand yielded to mine as she pressed back against me.
“Come for me, my love,” I rasped against her ear as she undulated her hips in time to my thrusts. “I want you to come all over my fingers.”
I’d barely said the words when she cried out and pushed back against me. Her inner walls clamped around my fingers, and she let out a string of soft cries as I curled them inside her, stroking her deeply to coax the last throes of bliss from her body.
Cyra shuddered and went completely slack against me as we sat there breathing hard. I didn’t bother to remove my hand from between her thighs. I’d lay like this with her all night if she let me.
She didn’t move for a long time, and I started to think she’d fallen asleep when she finally spoke.
“That didn’t go quite how it was supposed to,” she said.
“It was absolute torture for me if it makes you feel any better,” I said, brushing my lips down her cheek. “Consider me well and truly chastised.”
She huffed. “I highly doubt that.”
She tried to get up, but I wrapped my free arm around her waist to hold her there. “I truly am sorry,” I said. “I promise not to do anything to make you worry about me again. Do you forgive me?”
She sighed and nestled back into me. “I suppose.”
I chuckled. “That wasn’t a very enthusiastic absolution.”
She was quiet a moment before she turned her head into my neck. “Do you think Samhail is alright?” she asked.
I understood then that her worry for me had been compounded by her worry for Samhail.
“Samhail can take care of himself,” I assured her. “I don’t think you need to worry about him.” I smiled. “If anything, pray for the assassin.”
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