16. In the Shadows #2
I turn my back to her and rest my hand on the wall. My emotions are too intense, too scattered to maintain any sense of control.
She slips between me and the wall like a shadow, her body heat radiating against me. My breath catches as her fingers trail up my chest, ghosting over my shirt before reaching for my tie. The silk slides free with a whisper that seems deafening in the closet’s intimate space.
“Are you sure you don’t want help?” Her voice is low, husky with invitation. The sound shoots straight to my groin. “Let me make you feel better.”
I can’t form words, can barely breathe as she presses closer. Her breasts brush against me. The scent of her—something uniquely Eve—fills my lungs, and my head spins. Or maybe that’s the whiskey. Either way, I’m losing control fast.
Before I can respond, she drops to her knees before me. Her hands slide up my hips, working my belt free with practiced ease. The metallic clink of the buckle echoes off the walls as she yanks it loose. My zipper follows, and then her warm hand wraps around my cock, freeing me from my boxers.
“Fuck.” I groan as her hot mouth engulfs me. My hands slam against the wall, bracing myself as she takes me deeper. Her tongue swirls around my head before she slides down my length, sucking hard enough to make my vision blur.
The wet heat of her mouth is pure heaven. Or hell. I can’t tell anymore as she works me with desperate enthusiasm, her fingers digging into my thighs. Each stroke of her tongue sends jolts of pleasure up my spine, making my knees weak.
I thrust helplessly into her mouth, my control shattering completely. One hand tangles in her hair, guiding her movements as she takes me deeper. The sight of her on her knees, my cock disappearing between those perfect lips, nearly undoes me.
My other hand slams against the wall again as she moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my body. Everything narrows down to this moment—the wet heat of her mouth, the pressure building at the base of my spine, the desperate sounds escaping my throat.
My release floods her mouth, hot and thick. She swallows greedily, but some escapes, dripping down her chin. The sight of my cum on her face ignites something primal inside me. I swipe my thumb across her lower lip, gathering the pearly drops.
“Take it.” I growl, pressing my thumb against her lips. Her tongue darts out, licking my thumb clean with a soft moan that makes my spent cock twitch.
The sound breaks something loose inside me. Before I can think, I grab her arms and toss her onto the plush carpet. She lands with a surprised gasp that turns into a whimper as I straddle her, strip my t-shirt off her, and pin her wrists above her head.
My tie slides silky-smooth through my fingers as I bind her hands together. The black silk looks perfect against her skin, a mark of ownership that makes my blood burn hotter.
Shredding her panties, I push her thighs apart, exposing her wet pussy to my hungry gaze. She’s dripping, her arousal glistening in the dim light. I lower my head, inhaling her intoxicating scent before running my tongue through her folds.
She arches off the floor with a cry as I devour her, licking and sucking at her clit while she writhes beneath me. Her bound hands twist in their restraints as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out my name.
“Zeke, please,” she begs—right on cue—her voice breaking as I suck harder on her clit. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders, her whole body tensing as she races toward release.
I groan against her pussy, the vibrations making her cry out. She comes hard, flooding my mouth with her sweet nectar. I lap up every drop, savoring her taste as she shudders through her orgasm.
I stare down at Eve’s naked body sprawled on the carpet, her chest still heaving from her orgasm, hands bound above her head with my silk tie.
My cock throbs painfully, already hard again just from the sight of her.
From the taste of her. Wetness glistens between her thighs—evidence of her pleasure, of my claim on her.
Wrapping my hand around my length, I stroke myself slowly, drinking in every detail. The way her dark curls, now free from her messy bun, fan out around her head like a halo. The flush that spreads across her breasts. The slight tremor in her thighs.
Mine. All fucking mine .
Her emerald eyes meet mine, heavy-lidded with satisfaction but darkening with renewed desire as she watches my hand move. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my grip tightens instinctively.
“Look at you,” I growl, my voice rough with need, “spread out on my floor like an offering.” My free hand traces the curve of her hip, and she shivers under my touch. “What am I going to do with you?”
Eve arches her body, her bound hands twisting in their silk restraints. When she speaks, her voice is barely more than a whisper.
“Use me.”
The words send a jolt of pure lust through my body. My cock jerks in my hand as I stare down at her, taking in the submission in her posture, the trust in her eyes. She’s giving herself to me completely, surrendering control.
“Say it again,” I demand, needing to hear those words one more time.
She meets my gaze without a flinch, her voice stronger now. “Use me, Zeke. Please.”
With a final possessive squeeze of her hip, I rise to my feet, drinking in the sight of her bound and waiting. My cock demands to be buried deep inside her, but I force myself to turn away. There’s something I want—something I’ve been thinking about since that first night.
I move to the back of the closet where a hidden panel conceals a drawer of carefully chosen toys.
I glance into the full-length mirror in the closet and press a hand to my chest. The sight of Eve’s naked form reflected—bound with my tie—sends another surge of heat through my veins as I select what I need: Sleek silver nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain, and a slim, black anal vibrator.
Her sharp intake of breath when I turn back tells me she recognizes the items. Her thighs press together, a telltale sign of arousal that makes me smirk. “Nervous, little one?”
“No,” she whispers, but the slight tremor in her voice betrays her.
I kneel beside her, trailing the cool metal chain across her stomach.
“I want to explore every inch of you.” The clamps dangle from my fingers as I lean down to capture one hardened nipple between my lips.
“Make you feel pleasure in ways you never imagined.” I suck hard, making her arch off the floor with a gasp.
“These,” I murmur against her breast, while brushing the clamps against her sensitive skin, “will keep you on edge while I open up that tight little ass of yours.” Her body shivers. “Color?”
Her pupils are blown wide with desire as she meets my gaze. She knows what I’m asking her—a safe word. I don’t have to explain myself. “Green,” she breathes, and the trust in her voice makes my chest tight with an emotion I’m not ready to name.
I attach the first clamp, watching her face contort with the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. The second follows, and I give the chain a gentle tug, making her cry out.
“Beautiful,” I say, drinking in the sight of her marked body. “Now, let’s see what other sounds I can draw from those pretty lips.”
Lubing up the slim vibrator, I trace circles around her tight hole, watching her muscles clench at the cool touch. “Relax for me, little one.” I press the tip against her entrance, feeling her body resist the intrusion. “Deep breath.”
She inhales shakily, and I take advantage of her momentary relaxation to work the toy inside her. Her walls grip the silicone greedily as I ease it deeper, twisting slowly to help her adjust to the fullness.
“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Take it all for me.”
Once the vibrator is fully seated, I flick it on to its lowest setting. The quiet hum fills the closet as Eve’s back arches off the floor. Her bound hands twist in their silk restraints, seeking something to hold onto as pleasure overwhelms her.
I tug gently on the chain connecting her nipple clamps, drawing a desperate whimper from her throat. “How does it feel, having that hole filled?” My free hand slides between her thighs, finding her clit swollen and desperate for attention. “Tell me.”
“Full.” She gasps as I circle her sensitive bundle of nerves. “So full. Please.”
“Please what?” I increase the vibrator’s intensity, watching her writhe. “Use your words, Eve.”
“Please fuck me,” she begs, her voice breaking as I pinch her clit. “I need your cock inside me. Please, Zeke.”
The desperate need in her voice nearly breaks my restraint, but I don’t rush. Positioning myself between her spread thighs, I line up with her dripping entrance. “Since you asked so nicely.”
I slide into her wet heat with a groan of pure pleasure. Her walls grip me like a velvet vise, made even tighter by the vibrator filling her ass. The sensation is almost overwhelming—her slick pussy rippling around my cock as I bottom out inside her.
“Fuck,” I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight.”
Eve writhes beneath me. The chain between her nipple clamps sways with each thrust, adding another layer of sensation that makes her walls clench around me.
I set a punishing pace, driving into her with deep, hard strokes. The vibrator buzzes steadily, and I feel its vibrations through her walls. Every thrust pushes it deeper, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and desperation.
“Look at me,” I command, and her emerald eyes lock onto mine. The trust and submission I see there sparks a primal roaring in my chest. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” she gasps as I snap my hips forward. “Only you, Zeke.”
I increase the vibrator’s intensity, watching her eyes go wide. Her back arches off the floor as the dual sensations overwhelm her. The sight of her—bound, claimed, marked as mine—drives me wild.
“That’s right,” I roar, my own release building. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust that makes her scream. “Come for me, little one. Show me who owns this pussy.”
Her walls clamp down around me as she shatters, her orgasm triggering my own. I empty myself inside her with a roar, branding her in the most primitive way possible.
Mine. All fucking mine.