Chapter 28 Multiple Ridges
MULTIPLE RIDGES
Ember
“Get on your knees.”
The words fell from his perfect fucking lips so…expertly, it made me want to scream. Instead, I just stared up at him, those dark blue eyes looking back at me. Why did he have to be so perfect?
As if the fates above crafted him specifically to be my downfall, and he was. My perfect downfall.
Stubborn. Smart. Quick-witted. The perfect amount of nerdy. Funny with the sarcastic banter that wasn’t easy to find, and so damn sexy.
“The longer you make me wait, the longer this will continue, Ember, and you know exactly what I mean by that.”
I wanted to growl at him while also purring like a god damn cat at his feet. When he looked at me like that? I struggled to remember why I was even angry in the first place. I’d hit him, full on slap across the face. Not that I regretted it when those ignorant words fell from his perfect lips.
He wouldn’t allow me to fuck other people? Had he lost his mind?
I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to be told what I could and couldn’t do either.
Was I being childish? Yes.
Did I give a fuck? No.
I slowly lowered myself to my knees—not because he told me, but because I wanted this. I wanted to let it all go and just exist in this space with him. The eye contact never broke, and somehow that made this that much hotter.
“Where is the box?” he asked once I was settled on my knees in front of him. His tone was calm as he looked around my bedroom. I swallowed as my thighs clenched together.
“Under the bed, other side,” I replied, my voice quiet now, some of the previous edge lost as I thought about what was to come.
Watching as he walked around the bed and pulled out the black box full of toys, I waited. It was too dark in here to see what he was picking out, but I didn’t care. Everything in that box we’d agreed on together, so I knew I’d be fine with anything he brought out to play.
“Close your eyes, Ember,” he said, his voice gentle, but it held the pure dominance I desperately wanted from him right now.
I listened, my eyes closing without another thought, my body still and waiting.
I released a slow breath through my nose as he pulled my hair back and over my shoulders, only to place a cool silk blindfold over my eyes, forcing everything to go dark.
I felt him take a step back, the heat from his body disappearing, and I knew he was looking me over. Ensuring I was exactly what he envisioned. “Fuck, little flame. You’re a vision.” I listened as he walked away again, only to come right back. “Arms behind your back.”
“But—”
“No,” he interrupted. “Arms behind your back. You want to be a brat instead of talking to me and explaining what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? What happens to brats?”
I swallowed down my nerves and my response with it as I put my arms behind my back for him. Seconds later, I could feel a zip tie being pulled tight around my wrists, a small gasp escaping my lips as the plastic restraint dug into my skin.
“Perfect. Part your thighs slightly for me.” I followed his instruction and felt the heat of his body return as he stood in front of me. “Look up, Ember,” he whispered.
My head tipped back, my gaze looking towards the ceiling—if I could see. My heart rate picked up as the sound of a phone camera clicked a few times. “Fuck. I don’t know if my little whore has ever looked this good. Do you know what’s missing?”
I shook my head, and he chuckled. “Mascara streaks and smudged lipstick. I’ve been thinking about it all damn night since you walked through that door in that little glittery silver number. And fuck, these heels Ember? Dressed to kill tonight. Though I imagine you only had one man in mind tonight.”
Attempting to calm my breathing, I listened as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Shuffling movements around me, and I tried to bite back the groan. Watching him undress was one of my favorite things, and I wanted to see him.
“Mouth open, tongue out like my good little whore.”
I shifted uncomfortably for a moment, trying to find a spot that didn’t make me want to rage. When I finally felt like I could settle, I parted my lips, my tongue out, and my face lifted towards him.
Another shutter sound and I wanted to scream, but I tried to remain quiet and still.
“Hm, my good girl,” he hummed. “How wet are you right now, little flame?”
“Wyatt,” I growled, my frustration mounting at an expedited rate.
He chuckled. “Damn, my name sounds good on your lips.”
Before I could say something smart back, his cock was there, the tip gliding across my bottom lip. I stuck my tongue back out, eager and ready for fewer words and more actions. Leaning forward slightly, I took the tip into my mouth, a quiet groan sounding from above me.
“Fuck I can’t wait to ruin you, Ember,” he grunted. I could tell his teeth were clenched, and his breathing was getting heavier as I took more of him into my mouth. His fingers ran into my hair along the bottom of my neck, and he pulled me back down to a seated position.
“Forever the most eager slut, aren’t you.
Hold still,” he growled. “Mouth open, tongue out, relax your throat.” I could feel myself trying to move closer to him as I did what he asked, and he chuckled.
“You’re like a goddamn dog waiting for a treat, Ember.
Maybe I need to give you something to keep you still and full. ”
He pulled away, and I let out an audible whine. He was only gone a few moments before he came back. “Stand up and follow me,” he said gently, his hand taking my shoulders as he pulled me slowly through the bedroom. “Panties off, please.”
I stood still a moment, trying to process why he’d ask that, but I stepped out of them, as he pushed them down my hips.
“Good girl, now come here,” he said as he directed me where he wanted me. “Perfect. Slowly lower yourself down, thighs wide.”
I slowly sank down, only to stop when something poked my inner thigh. “Wyatt…” I mumbled, but he only chuckled and grabbed my hips.
“Don’t worry, Ember, I’ve got you.” He slowly moved my hips until the object he'd stuck to the floor hit my wet center, and then he kept pushing me down until the ridged object sank into my cunt. I let out a whimper as it stretched me, and the ridges ran over the walls of my pussy. “Fuck look at you go, your greedy little cunt eating our new toy up. I won’t lie, Ember, I was excited when you agreed to this one.”
That was when I realized what it was—a silicone monster dildo that suctioned to a solid base, like my wood floors. It was slightly curved with multiple ridges, the entire thing slowly expanding as you went towards the base.
“Wyatt,” I moaned.
“Perfect baby, fucking perfect. Now whenever you move around, maybe you’ll remember to hold still, because there is only one place I want you coming tonight. Do you know where that is?” he asked. I could hear the smug smile on his face; I didn’t even need to see it.
“On your cock,” I whimpered.
“That’s my good little whore.” His lips pressed against mine in a brief kiss before he pulled away and stood back up. “Now, mouth open. It’s time this pretty lipstick gets ruined.”
I eagerly opened my mouth again. This time though, when I tried to move closer to him, the ridges on the dildo hit the perfect spot, and I couldn’t help but grind against it. Then his cock was shoved down my throat, his hands in my hair, and my oxygen cut off, all in a matter of seconds.
“That’s perfect, just like that,” he muttered as his cock hit the back of my throat, again and again.
He’d pull out just enough to shove it back to that same spot, but not enough for me to get a full breath in.
My eyes started tearing up, drool was already running down my face, and every time he thrusted forward, he pushed me a little farther down onto the toy.
“Fuck me, I need to see you,” he growled, and just like that, the blindfold was off.
I started blinking, my eyes adjusting to the small amount of light he had in the room now.
He’d turned on the fairy lights I had along the ceiling of the living room, and it was just enough to see him, the shadows and small yellow lights playing off the contours of his body.
I let out a moan, and our eyes locked, my eyelids growing heavy as I was pushed closer and closer to the brink. I was too close to the edge; one wrong move would send me tumbling off, and he could see it.
“Not yet, Ember, don’t be a fucking brat right now,” he growled. “We’ll swap that toy for my cock, and the toy will go in your ass if you don’t listen.”
I felt myself blink a few times and whimper as my cunt sank further down on this damn monster cock. That comment just made me think he wanted me to fail, and I wasn’t sure I was far behind him in that thought process.
He slowly inched his cock out of my mouth, and I was finally able to suck in a full breath. His eyes locked with mine again, and he gave me the look, but I just returned a brief nod.
He pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the couch. Next were his jeans and boxers, leaving him in nothing but those silver balls pierced through the tip of his cock and the matching ones through his nipples.
I watched as he walked into the kitchen and came back with a knife, my eyes on the blade as he circled me a few times before kneeling down behind me and cutting the zip tie.
My arms fell down to my sides, and he stayed kneeling, his fingers immediately starting to massage my arms down to my hands and fingers as feeling slowly came back, but he made no move to have me move off the dildo.
My eyes closed as his hands moved up my arms to my shoulders, his chest against my bare skin, his cock pressing against my lower back.
“Wyatt, please,” I whispered.
His hands came around my front, and before I could mutter any more words, his fingers dipped between my thighs, and he pinched my clit.
“Fuck!” I yelped, my head falling backwards against his chest and my cunt squeezing the dildo.