Chapter 31 Nefarious Activities
NEFARIOUS ACTIVITIES
Wyatt
Blinking caramel eyes were the first thing I saw when I opened my own eyes this morning. She was there, but not truly there.
“He came into the building,” she whispered.
“I know, little flame,” I replied.
She rolled over, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she curled up closer to me. “I wish you’d leave already.”
I smirked because her actions didn’t match her words one bit. Pulling her back tight against my chest, my arm snaked around her waist, and I kissed the top of her head. “You say that all you want, see if it changes anything.”
“Ugh, out of all the guys on that stupid app, I had to get stuck with the good guy?” she whined, her face buried in her pillow.
I snorted. “Oh, little flame. If only you knew how untrue that really was. After that first night? You couldn’t have gotten rid of me if you tried.”
She rolled onto her back and stared up at me, her eyebrows furrowed. “Explain.”
I knew I needed to open up more. I needed her to know this was serious for me, that it was a two-way street. That her opening up meant I would do the same.
“You showed up in a Poison Ivy mask, Ember. Did you do so because that was the only available mask you could find, or because you love Poison Ivy?” I asked softly.
She bit her bottom lip. “It was my Halloween costume for this year already. I saw it online and had to have it. As far as deciding to wear it that night? I am vengeance? The ‘vengecock’ was a play on the famous Batman quote, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it was.” I kissed her forehead before letting out a deep breath.
“My dad had small things with all of his kids. Small things that were just for us. Oliver had the ranch as a whole—taking care of the animals and shit with Dad. He never viewed it as a job. It was a time for the two of them to spend time together. Rowan had barrel racing and training the bulls for rodeos, Theo had martial arts, Payton had horseback riding and her dance classes, but me? I never wanted any of that. So, Dad and I shared comic books. He never cared what they were; he just loved the art and the worlds. The way they conveyed real-world issues in a way that came across as…magic.”
I rolled onto my back, my eyes on the ceiling. “Batman was our favorite. I loved knowing that he was a regular guy. No superpowers other than his intellect.”
“Helped that he was super fucking loaded,” she said, and I looked over to see her smiling, a knowing spark in her eyes.
“Yeah, that helped. But he used that to try to make the world a better place. Make his own bit of magic in a place that only held darkness.” I ran my hand along her jaw.
“You, Ember, are my bit of magic in this world. My bit of flame in a sea of darkness that I’ve seen, and even though I told myself I didn’t want to, I couldn’t let that spark out of my sight once I had a small taste. ”
She sat up, only to climb on top of me, her thighs straddling my hips as her hands ran up my bare chest.
“Are you capable of darkness, Carragan?” she asked, her voice low.
I swallowed, my throat thick as I stared up at her.
Her chest bare, her hair wild and untamed from a thorough night’s sleep.
Her hands stopped at my collarbones, and she leaned down pressing her lips just above my nipple.
The long strands of her hair pooled against my skin, and as she moved, her lips and tongue made their way around my nipples—going everywhere but where I wanted her right now.
My eyes closed as I tried to focus on the question and not her teeth being added to the mix of torture she was enacting.
“Fuck, Em,” I muttered. “More darkness than you could imagine.”
I felt her smile against my skin. “Let me guess, Carragan. It was you behind all the chaos that fixed Aspen’s life?”
She started grinding her pussy against my now fully erect cock, and she flicked her tongue over the metal bar through my nipple.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, though it felt like more of a growl with a side of begging. Ember had been on top before, but this was the first time it felt like this was her show. She was in charge, and I was nothing more than her loyal subject, ready to beg on my knees for her attention.
She smirked down at me. “Maybe later. Try to relax there, Carragan. I’m sure you’ll find release along the way.”
As she slowly rubbed her pussy back along my shaft, my hips jerked. “Fuck me, Ember.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Leaning up, I thought she was going to rearrange us like I’d told her to, but no. Instead, she grabbed my wrist and shoved it above my head, cuffing me to the headboard.
“Are you fucking with me?” An arched brow was the extent of the shocked look she’d get from me right now.
She shrugged. “You left it there, and I already moved the key.” She was right.
I’d tossed one of the cuffs back in the box when we’d used them, but then she’d walked across the room naked, and I followed her instead of finishing with the cuffs.
“I’ll allow you one hand. Thank me nicely and maybe I’ll sit on your face. ”
“Ember, don’t be a brat,” I growled.
She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. “Oh I’ll show you a brat, Carragan. Don’t worry.”
Swinging her leg over, she hopped off the bed. Her perfect little ass bouncing as she did.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, but instead of responding, she just shrugged. Reaching under the bed, she pulled our box out and then held up the other cuff in her dainty hand. “No.”
“My show now, not yours. Other arm up, or I’m leaving you here for the rest of the day, and this bed?
It’s an antique. They don’t make shit like this anymore.
Good luck getting off of it.” I looked up at the wrought iron bed frame and let out a sigh.
She wasn’t wrong. I’d need a damn soldering iron to escape this bed.
I raised my free hand up by the other and waited. “Good boy,” she said with a giggle.
“You wait, little flame,” I muttered.
She didn’t look the least bit worried. “Eh, I love your punishments, so excuse me if I’m not too worried about it. Bring it on, darling. Now, we have about an hour for some fun before I need to go to work. What can I accomplish in that time?”
I watched as Ember pulled the rest of the comforter off the bed and tossed it in the far corner of the bedroom, leaving me completely naked, cuffed across the middle of her bed.
My cock pulsing in the air while I gritted my teeth and waited.
Logically, I knew that if I told her no, to un-cuff me, she would.
I’d call the safe word, and she’d drop this act in a moment.
But I’d never given up my control to anyone, least of all a sexual partner. So while I was uncomfortable at the unknown of it all, I also wanted to see her shine. She needed this right now. To have a slice of control while she didn’t have one anywhere else.
I cleared my throat, pushing back the nerves. “I vote you seat yourself on my cock and then we’ll discuss the next steps.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she let out a small chortle. “Oh I’m sure. We’ll get there. Maybe.”
“Where are you going?” I yelled as she walked out of the bedroom, but she just waved her hand at me. “I’m so going to fuck that ass after I spank it red,” I muttered to myself, my head plopping back down on the pillow beneath me.
She walked back through a few moments later, and she sat one of her dining room chairs beside the bed, facing me, only to walk back to the other side of the bed again.
“What? Are you going to read me a bedtime story?” I asked sarcastically.
“You truly are not good at just relaxing, are you?” she shot back.
Instead of replying, I just stared up at the ceiling.
She had no idea how not good at being out of control I was.
I watched her from my peripheral view as she pulled something out of the box and then sat back down in the chair she’d placed next to me.
She leaned back, and then I saw the purple in her hand.
“Fuck me, little flame,” I muttered beneath my breath.
“Yes?” she asked, though her voice was breathy now as she leaned back in the wooden chair, her legs wide and the monster dildo in her hand. The tip of it was swirling around in the pool of wetness already there.
I forced myself to breathe, even as my cock ached to impale her right now. Teasing little vixen.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Ember, please.”
She smirked, her head back, a breathy moan coming from her lips as the tip of the toy went inside of her. “Beg,” she whispered.
My teeth ground together, and I jerked against the cuffs, the iron bed frame laughing at me in the form of jingling cuffs.
“Beg, Wyatt. Tell me how much you want to see me fuck myself on this toy you picked out. Maybe if you beg prettily enough, I’ll make sure to finish on your cock.”
“If this is an outlook on our future, I’m going to need to ensure we have better dental coverage when we’re married. I’m not begging for shit, Ember. Show me what’s mine.”
She laughed—actually fucking laughed—and didn’t move a muscle except to push more of that silicone monster dildo inside of my cunt. Her laugh quickly turned back into a breathy moan. “Wyatt,” she moaned, her eyes now closed as she pulled the toy back out and edged it back inside of her.
From this angle, I could only see the toy disappearing. I couldn’t actually see it the way I wanted. My cock pulsed, pre-cum leaking from the tip, and fuck, I ached to have her.
“Fuck, Ember. little flame. Please, please, spread your legs for me. Let me see your perfect pussy take that cock. Let me see you get nice and ready to ride me baby, please,” I pleaded.
Ember smiled, “Anything for you.”
She leaned back in the chair a bit more, scooting to the edge of it, one foot rising to the side table and the other sitting on the edge of the bed. “Is that better?”