23
ALBY
“It was rude of you to start without me.”
Shrieking, the ear-piercing sound bounces off of every glinting black surface in the bathroom attached to my bedroom as I spin around to face a very naked Ezla.
My hand zaps from my erection in an instant, and for some idiotic reason, they whip behind my back instead, which leaves the now-extra-hard organ standing up far too proudly for how I’m internally feeling.
Hair sticking to my forehead, I struggle to blink a thick raven lock from my eye as I gape at my Bonded, and I splutter beneath the crystal-clear water pounding down on me from the showerhead above.
Laughing lightly, the sound is like the tinkling of bells . . . except far more sinful and deadly.
This time when my cock gives a not-at-all-subtle jerk, I do manage to get my hands in the right position, cupping myself.
She pouts, prowling closer, and said cock twitches wildly against my palms. “Do not hide from me, Puppet.”
As if I really am a puppet and she’s the one holding the strings, my hands dart back behind my back.
Her slow smirk is unholy. “This is all mine, after all . . .”
Oh, holy shit. Despite being under the warm water, goosebumps scatter all over my skin.
“Tell me, is this the first time you have touched yourself?”
My frantic nodding is dizzying, and water gets up my nose, but I hardly even notice, all my attention fixed on Ezla.
“Would you like some help?” she purrs, and I think I come a little.
“Y-yes,” I rasp, finally finding my voice. Then I blurt with my now-loose tongue, “I was thinking of you!”
A dark brow arches. “I would certainly hope so.”
Sliding the glass partition away, Ezla’s eyes darken as she takes all of me in, and I can’t believe I’m the one who’s making her look like that . . . who’s put that wicked hunger on her perfect features. “Hand back on your cock, Puppet.”
Whimpering, I quickly wrap my hand around my heated length.
“Good boy,” she coos. Stopping in front of me, she presses a palm to my chest, tracing the outline of muscles that have become visible with her training. “So handsome, Alby. And so . . . mine.”
“Sh-shit . . .” I gasp. “P-please.”
Mismatched eyes flick up to my face. “Please, Puppet? Please what?”
“Please . . . please show me w-what to do . . .”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she looks me over again. Her next words are like the crack of a whip. “Stroke yourself for me.”
I don’t realise the water’s all but suffocating me until she yanks me forwards by the back of my neck, placing her hand over mine in the next second to tighten my grip before releasing.
Breaths already short and shallow, I hesitantly start to move my hand in small strokes, the most prominent vein on my shaft rubbing over my palm. “L-like this?”
“Mhmm . . .”
Her sound of agreement drags more pre-cum from my leaking tip, and I instinctively squeeze myself.
“Tighter,” she orders harshly, and a bolt of lightning shoots down my spine.
“Y-yes, E-Ezla.” I practically strangle my cock with my need to obey her, to please her.
“Pump yourself, Alby. I want to see you really try for me.”
A strangled sound gets caught in my throat, and I almost choke on it as I once again do as she says, mouth dropping open as I start to move my hand over myself more rapidly.
“So good for me,” she whispers huskily as her eyes sear into my actions.
I tremble all over, vision fogged by pleasure. “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I’m g-good. I-I’m a good boy. I’m your good b-boy.”
Her head tips back, deep chestnut hair spilling down her back as her long lashes flutter closed as if she’s savouring something delicious, and I mewl at the sight, hand upping its pace without her permission.
But if the ravenous look she pins on me as her chin drops back down is any indication, I don’t think she minds.
My spine tingles, the natural burning flush on my face covering my entire body now. Heart slamming nonstop against my ribcage, I rasp, “Oh god, please. Please let me come. I want to come.”
“Do you?” velvety sin purrs.
“Yes!” I cry, eyes momentarily clamping shut, abdomen tightening as my release approaches fast, with no way to stop it. My hand flies out, grasping onto her arm desperately.
But my lids snap back open again when she asks, “Where do you want it, Puppet?”
And I don’t know where it comes from, the desire, the confidence, the nerve, but I blurt, “On your face! I-in your mouth!”
Her answering hum sounds delighted.
Ezla drops to her knees.
Oh . . .
My . . .
God.
“Ezla!” Spine arching, I explode at the sight, the thought, the surreality. She hardly even gets her tongue out in time, mouth open wide in the hottest, dirtiest vision I’ve ever seen, before my cum splashes all over her.
I don’t even have the head to be mortified as mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me, and my hand keeps moving frantically as I come and come and come.
I can’t tell if I’m moaning, groaning, or crying, and my eyesight is half gone, but I still manage to see my Bonded through the haze as she closes her eyes and catches my release on her tongue.
She takes every single spurt, and the orgasm lasts forever, no end in sight, painting her mouth, her chin, her breasts in me.
When I finally come back to myself, I wobble so badly, I’m sure I’m about to collapse on top of her. Rising to her feet with speed, she quickly wraps her lithe arms around my swaying form.
“E-Ez . . . E-Ezla,” I sob. Full-on sob.
And the tears come then. Out of absolutely nowhere.
Agony comes.
I don’t know what’s happening, why the intimacy seems to have brought everything to the forefront so abruptly, but I just . . . everything comes out. All of it. I completely break down in her arms.
“Shh, shh . . .” she hushes so gently, and it only heightens the mess that I am as my madly shaking arms come to wrap around her in return while her hand moves to the back of my head and pulls my face down into her shoulder.
“I-I th-thought you might ha-ve been go-gone,” I cry. “Y-you were so, s-so s-still. A-and—and I t-talked t-to you, b-but you c-couldn’t h-hear me.”
Pain slips through the bond from her, and she says quietly, “I am sorry, my shy boy. I did not wish to cause you pain.”
Sniffling, I hiccup. “I-it wasn’t y-your f-fault. But I— But w-we h-hardly e-even had you, a-and you—you’ve be-been gone i-in so m-many d-different ways since th-the Ball.”
Stroking my head gently, she brings her lips to my ear, whispering, “I would never willingly leave you, Alby. I would gladly slaughter anyone outside of our Bonded group, but you are in it. And those in it . . . I will protect with everything in me. I would burn the world for you, Alby. For any of you five.” My lungs break down.
“Do you understand me?” Her voice lowers, tone becoming more severe to emphasise her point, the undeniable truth in her words.
“I would burn it all. I would make ashes of everything just to get to you.”
Gasping for breath, I crush her to me. My eyes are the largest they’ve ever been, heart the fullest, too.
She never says things she doesn’t mean, so she . . .
My cock rises to attention once more.
Now I’m humiliated, because how can anyone be this much of a mess? I don’t think my body’s ever been in such a state of confusion.
But Ezla doesn’t seem to mind one bit, expression serious as she pulls back, spine-tingling gaze even more intense than usual as she observes me. “Would you like me to take your virginity today, Alby?” she asks point-blank.
I inhale a sharp breath.
I don’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Wasting as little time as me, Ezla’s uncaring about my soaked body and her damp one as she guides me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom after turning the shower off.
Her hand is in mine, making me feel completely light and airy, until she rips it away.
“On the bed, Alby. I have been waiting for you. For this. I am impatient to feel my shy boy’s cock. ”
Oh my gods.
Almost tripping over my feet to get there, I scramble onto the bed.
Quickly laying myself out on the silk sheets, my chest rises and falls chaotically.
“I—I’ve been impatient, too,” I admit shakily, then rush out, “N-not that I mind that you took your time! Whatever—whatever you’re comfortable with—”
Her hand is slapped over my mouth and her slim figure on top of me in the next second.
Leaning in, she says with amusement, “Do not panic yourself, Puppet. I understood perfectly well what you meant.” Her tone darkens then, dropping to a sinful caress of inky smoke. “You are desperate for me, eager for me to use you. You are yearning for your cock to sink into my hot, wet pussy.”
Mouth wide open, I can only stare, eyes bugged out of my head.
Arousal drips down my shaft, and her eyes drift down my body as if sensing it, coming to settle on my length to watch the drop of pre-cum roll down to the base of me.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs as if to herself, and I internally implode.
Lifting her gaze back to mine, the flickering embers in it bore into me.
“I do not know if I can wait any longer, Alby. I do hope the shower was enough foreplay for you.”
My head bobs all over the place. “Y-yes! Yes, Ezla. Please . . . I-I want to feel you so bad. So, so badly,” I keen.
“Then let me give us what we are both aching for,” she whispers, and she shifts, knees either side of my hips as she takes my swollen cock in her hand.
Oh my god, this is happening.
Mewling, I writhe for her, fingers twisting in the bedsheets. “Oh . . . Oh, god.”
Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she brings the head of my cock to her entrance. I think I momentarily lose consciousness when she swipes it through her soaked folds.
“Shit, that is good. You are already wonderful, Puppet,” Ezla moans, lashes fluttering closed.