Chapter 43
Cruel and Unusual Punishment
Rhys
It’s been a long time since I woke up this comfortable and content.
Ollie’s snuggled into me, her face buried into my chest and her hand clutching my shirt like she’s scared I’m going to leave.
Her face is completely relaxed, missing the darkness that lingers over her like a storm cloud, making her look younger and more at peace.
She’s so warm and soft against me, fitting in my arms so perfectly it’s like she was made for me.
There’s a zap of fear in my chest at that thought, but I shove it away. I may have been fighting this connection between us since we met, but I’m not doing that any longer. As terrifying as it is, there’s no point when I’ve already fallen.
I reach up and brush tendrils of her thick chestnut hair from her face, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my fingers. She sighs and snuggles closer, her hips bumping into mine. I grunt as she inadvertently grinds against my hard cock and her soft moan in reply threatens to undo me.
And then she does it again, harder and more insistent this time.
Fuck.
I gently hold her hip, stopping her movement as I bite back a groan. “Fuck. You need to stop doing that,” I breathe, knowing it’s stupid since she’s still asleep.
Except she’s not, because the hand she had draped over my waist is now sliding down to cup my aching erection.
The little brat.
My eyes narrow at the side of her face. “Princess…” The warning in my voice is clear, although I don’t pull away her hand.
A smirk stretches across her lips as she squeezes my cock, sending a shock of pleasure through my body.
I shudder and groan, my eyes closing for a moment at just how good her touch feels.
Shit. It’s been too long since I’ve been touched by another person and I’m already on the edge, my dick hard enough to pound nails and my balls drawn up tight.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” she teases, giving me another squeeze.
Motherfuc— “You keep doing that and this is going to get messy, fast.”
“Sounds fun.” She licks her lips, her emerald eyes burning with desire. “Let me—”
She shifts, the movement jostling my ribs and causing a shockwave of pain across my chest and side. I hiss and flinch away, only causing the pain to get worse. Fucking broken ribs, I think with a frustrated growl.
Ollie freezes, the heat gone from her eyes and replaced with guilt and horror. I hate it. She snatches the hand away from my crotch like it burned her. “Shit. I’m so so—”
I clamp my hand over her mouth, cutting her off. “You don’t need to apologise, princess. It was an accident.” I remove my hand and slide it to the back of her neck.
She nods her head, but her expression doesn’t change. In fact, I can see her retreating into herself, no doubt mentally berating herself because she wanted pleasure.
Something I still want as well, but there’s no way I’ll be able to get her out of her head and fuck her like I want to with these ribs.
And I refuse to give this chance up, not when anything could happen as soon as we leave the safety of this building.
If being kidnapped by Luke and his gang has taught me anything, it’s to grab these moments when you can.
Which means I need to get creative.
The brat could do with a little punishment. Although nothing extreme, since we still haven’t had that conversation about limits. Later.
I grab her hand and place it back on my crotch. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” My voice is low and husky.
Her eyes flick to mine, uncertainty, guilt and desire warring with each other in her gaze. “Rhys, I’m not sure this is a good idea. Not with your injured ribs,” she says, even as her hand tightens around the outline of my erection.
“I didn’t ask about my ribs, I asked about my dick.”
She licks her lips, desire overtaking her other emotions. “Yes, I can feel it.”
“Good. You’re going to take that hard cock out and you’re going to suck it until I fill your pretty mouth with cum.
And afterwards, if you’ve been a good girl, I’ll tongue-fuck that sweet pussy of yours until you come all over my face.
If you want to stop at all, just say the word and we will, no matter the reason. Understand?”
Ollie sucks in a sharp breath and stares at me with surprise and naked lust. But there’s still a flicker of doubt on her face. “But you’re injured and—”
My hand goes back over her mouth as I give her a hard look.
“That was a yes or no question, princess.” I remove my hand, but I know she won’t let this go until I address my damn ribs.
“Let me worry about my injuries while the only thing you need to think about is sucking cock. Now, do you understand?”
I can see the moment she gives up the fight and allows herself to sink completely into her desire. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips as she squeezes my dick again.
“I understand.” She pauses, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Sir.”
You little—
I bite back a groan, torn between rewarding her or punishing her. Judging from the cheeky grin on her face, she knows exactly what that word does to me. I wasn’t going to bring honorifics into our dynamic, at least not yet. But if she wants to play, then we’ll play.
I abruptly move away from her to swing my legs off the edge of the sofa, hiding a grimace at the jolt of pain from my ribs. “Off the sofa and get on your knees,” I bark, pointing between my legs. “Or I’m going to edge you until you’re a weeping mess and leave you like that.”
Ollie’s eyes widen a fraction before she scrambles to obey, practically throwing herself onto the floor in her eagerness.
I undo my trousers and free my achingly hard cock with a small sigh of relief.
Ollie’s eyes zero in hungrily on my length as I wrap my hand around myself and stroke from tip to base. She licks her lips.
I can’t help but smirk. Not such a brat now, huh?
My cock throbs at the thought of her lips wrapping around me and a bead of pre-cum drips from the head. But safety first… “If your mouth is full and you can’t talk, but you need to stop, I want you to tap my leg three times. Understand?”
She nods, her eyes still focused on my cock.
I swallow a chuckle. “Princess, what do you do if you want to stop?” I demand, needing her to understand this before we start. While there are many things I want to do to her, scaring her is not one of them.
Her eyes finally flick up to my face. “I say stop or I tap your leg three times if I can’t talk.”
“Good girl. Open that mouth.”
Like the eager submissive she is, she does as she’s told, parting those luscious lips wide enough for me to slide the head of my cock between them. My eyes close as I groan. Her mouth is fucking heaven; hot, silky and wet.
I reach out and thread my fingers through her thick hair at the base of her skull. She moans as I give her a gentle tug, the sound vibrating deliciously against my sensitive cock.
So fucking good. I need to be careful, otherwise I’m not going to last long.
“That’s it,” I growl, tugging her hair again, harder this time. “You’re doing so well. Let’s see if you can take more of me.”
Using the hold I have on her head, I pull her further onto my length until I hit the back of her throat. She gags, her eyes flaring, and I immediately loosen my hold on her hair, allowing her to pull back. She does, gasping slightly with swollen, shiny lips and watering eyes.
It’s a beautiful sight.
“You good?” I ask her, even as my cock throbs angrily at the loss of her perfect mouth.
Instead of answering, she dives back onto my cock, swallowing it like a starved woman. I hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag again, but instead of pulling back like before, she relaxes and takes more of my length.
“Fuck. That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good girl.” My hand tightens in her hair while the other grips the sofa cushion beneath me as my head drops back with a groan.
Her gaze flicks up, eyes sparkling with mirth and satisfaction before she takes another inch with a moan. Lightning streaks down my spine as my balls draw up tight and my breath stutters. My brain short-circuits at just how good and tight her throat feels around my cock.
If she keeps this up, I’ll be coming down her throat in no time.
I’m half-delirious with pleasure at this point, eyes half open and my hand clenched in her hair. And then I see her hand moving between her legs.
Guess she still is a brat.
My eyes narrow as I wrench her head off my cock, unable to stop myself from admiring her full, shiny lips and pink tongue. Focus, asshole. “What are you doing with your hand?”
Ollie’s cheeks flush as she snatches her hand back from where it’d disappeared in her leggings. “Nothing.” There’s a slight huff to her voice.
“Liar.” It takes everything in me not to smile at her reaction to being caught. “That’s one edged orgasm for lying to me. Put your hands on my thighs and keep them there.”
She pouts as she places her hands on my thighs. The fingers on her right hand are suspiciously wet, confirming what I already knew. Although a part of me wonders how she would have hidden her orgasm since I know for a fact that she isn’t quiet.
Hmm. Maybe next time.
“Open,” I demand as I roughly grab her head with both hands this time and bring her mouth to my leaking cock.
The pout from her impending punishment disappears as her gaze snaps to my erection and turns hungry. Just like before, she eagerly takes my cock into her wet, hot mouth with a small moan. I shudder as sparks of pleasure dance along my nerve endings. For a brat, she sure enjoys pleasing me.
My head of my dick hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but unlike last time, I don’t stop. “Relax and swallow around me,” I tell her as feed her another inch.
Fuck, she’s tight. I’m not going to last long, not when her throat convulses around me as she swallows and tears trickle down her cheeks.