23. Orion
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ORION
I wasn’t sure how Ember would do with the crop.
Some people love it, and others think the bite of pain is too much.
But watching my little flame tremble under the combination of pleasure and pain, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she tries to stop herself from coming, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I bring the crop down on the fleshy part of her inner thigh, just beside the faint scars she hides from the world, and her body convulses.
From where I’m standing, I see the way her cunt clenches around the toy buzzing away inside her and have to squeeze my cock to settle him down.
Fuck, I want to be inside her so badly.
I quickly use the same amount of pressure on the other side, and I’m rewarded with a gush of her sweet juices.
“You’re not about to come, are you, Little Flame?”
“No,” she pants. “I’m trying so hard not to.”
“But you love the pain, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Her eyes dilate as another rough moan escapes her throat.
“You should see how messy you are, baby. Your pretty pussy needs my cock so badly, doesn’t she?”
Ember nods, her dark hair spreading across the pillows. I’ll never get over how good she looks in my space. Or I suppose it’s our space now. I wonder when I should tell her I added her to the title and made her an equal owner of everything.
Probably not right now, but soon.
She tugs at the cuffs at her wrists, and I flick my eyes up to them.
“Are your wrists okay? The cuffs aren’t hurting your scars?”
Her eyes widen in surprise, as if she didn’t think I would consider something as simple as her comfort, but they soften slightly. “They’re okay. Don’t get any ideas about keeping me chained up for days, though.”
“Don’t tempt me, Little Flame.”
Without warning, I slap the riding crop against her swollen clit and her scream is like the sweetest melody I’ve ever heard.
A fresh wave of arousal trickles from around the vibrator, and I give in to my urge to taste her. It’s been too long since I’ve devoured my girl, a travesty in itself.
I drop the riding crop onto the bed beside her legs and dip my head to between her thighs, giving her clit a languid lick.
“Orion,” she breathes. “Fuck.”
“Hold it,” I demand, lifting both her thighs from the mattress and resting them on my shoulders to give myself room to work her pretty cunt.
I suck the sensitive nub into my mouth and groan as the taste of her explodes on my tongue.
Ember’s hips jerk up, the sensation pushing her toward the release she knows she’s not allowed to take just yet.
Her entire body is flushed as tears roll down her cheeks, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s ever looked more beautiful. At my mercy, her body trembling, her pussy and ass filled as I tease her clit.
Fuck.
I grind into the mattress, desperate for some kind of relief for my pulsing cock.
“I can’t.” Her head thrashes from side to side. “I can’t hold it. Orion, it’s too much.”
“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you ran from me, Ember,” I growl against her a moment before I bite down on the oversensitive nub.
The scream that fills the room is so fucking beautiful I have to pause my grinding to make sure I’m not the one that comes before my time.
Her cunt clenches around the vibrator, and I quickly tug it free before it can push her over the edge.
A strangled sob falls from her, and she presses her head to the side, wiping her wet cheeks against the pillow.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her swollen sex. “Such a good girl for me.”
I’m torn.
Part of me wants to drag this punishment out, to make her understand the consequences of running from me to ensure she never does it again.
But the other part wants to worship her. To remind her why we’re so good together, and how good things could be if she just stayed, if she allowed herself to become my everything.
“Orion,” Ember sobs. “Please. I need more. I need you.”
The words do something to me, and before I know it, I’m stretched out on top of her with my cock pressed against her entrance.
“You need my cock, Little Flame?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please.”
“Are you going to run again?”
She stares up at me, her eyes filled with tears and conflict, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s going to reply at all.
But then her head shakes slowly. “No, I won’t run.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and allow my hips to press forward. The head of my cock slips into her wet heat, and we let out a mutual groan of satisfaction, but I hold myself back.
“You’ve said that before, Ember. How can I trust you this time?” I allow myself to slip another inch into her tightness, groaning as my cock presses against the plug in her ass through the thin layer of skin. Jesus. I didn’t think she could feel any more snug, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
“I don’t know,” Ember sobs. “You broke my heart, Orion. You lied and manipulated me. You made me fall in love with you, knowing how much it would hurt me when I found out you killed Travis.” Her tears stream down her cheeks, the anguish in her voice making my chest ache for her.
“I don’t know how to prove I won’t run again, but I also can’t guarantee I’ll ever forgive you for what you’ve done. ”
Anger and frustration clash inside me, because I know I fucked up.
I know I hurt her. And I know she’s struggling to forgive me.
But can’t she see I’ll give her the whole fucking world?
I’d tear my own goddamn heart from my chest and hand it to her if she asked.
So why can’t she see how much I love her?
Despite how badly I ache for her, and how desperate I am to fuck her, I pull back and sit at the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
“Orion?” she murmurs, but I’m too angry to look at her right now, even if I’m not sure which of us that anger is directed toward.
Before I can say something I’ll regret, I reach up and unclip the cuffs, carefully massaging her wrists where they’ve rubbed before pushing off the bed and striding toward the door, not bothering to put clothes on.
“Where are you going?” she whispers, her voice breaking slightly.
“Don’t you dare get yourself off, Ember. And keep the plug where it is.”
But I don’t answer her question, because I don’t have an answer.