Chapter 20 Orchid
TWENTY
ORCHID
I kiss him deeper, and then get off the bed. “I don’t want to go to bed just yet.”
Poe sits up. “What do you want to do?”
I smile. “I know how hard you are for me.”
Poe goes to interrupt, probably to tell me that I don’t have to do anything for him, but I quiet him with my finger pressing against his full lips. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” I tell him, voice low but firm. “Now.”
He obeys instantly, moving quickly to get in position. The sight of him following my order sends a fresh rush of heat through me. I follow, stopping at the edge of the bed while he sits on the edge, waiting.
“Good boy,” I murmur.
His cock twitches visibly in his boxers. He likes this. A lot.
I step between his spread knees and tilt his chin up with two fingers. “You’re going to be very good for me tonight, Poe. You’re going to do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand?”
“Yes,” he answers, voice already rough.
“Yes, what?”
His eyes flare with heat. “Yes, ma’am.”
The word sends a thrill straight between my legs.
I lean down and kiss him hard, claiming his mouth the way I’ve wanted to since the first night I locked him in this house.
He kisses me back like he’s starving, but he keeps his hands on the bed, obeying without being told.
I reward him by nipping his bottom lip before pulling away.
“Take the rest off. Slowly. I want to watch.”
He stands just long enough to shove his boxers down his legs. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip. I let myself look, taking my time, while he stands there completely naked and waiting for my next command.
“Lie back,” I say. “Hands above your head. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”
He does exactly as I say, stretching out on the bed, arms raised, gripping the headboard. The position makes every muscle in his torso stand out. I climb onto the bed and straddle his thighs, the hem of my t-shirt riding up so my bare pussy brushes against his skin. He groans low in his throat.
“Fuck, Orchid. You’re so wet I can feel it on me already.”
I rock my hips once, teasing us both, and smile when his cock jerks between us. “No talking unless I ask you a question. You’re going to be quiet and good while I use you. Got it?”
He bites his lip, eyes blazing. “Yes, ma’am.”
I peel my t-shirt off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.
His gaze devours me, dark and hungry, but he keeps his hands exactly where I told him.
I lean forward, brushing my breasts against his chest as I kiss him again, deep and filthy.
When I pull back I trail my mouth down his neck, sucking a mark just below his collarbone.
“You look so perfect like this,” I whisper against his skin. “All spread out and hard for me. My good boy.”
He makes a strangled sound but stays silent, obeying. I reward him by kissing lower, licking across his abs, nipping at his hipbone. When I finally settle between his legs I look up at him.
“Keep those hands right there,” I order, then take his cock into my mouth in one smooth motion.
Poe’s hips jerk and a guttural groan escapes him. “Shit, baby, your mouth feels so good. So fucking hot and wet.”
I pull off with a wet pop and glare up at him. “I said quiet.”
He swallows hard. “Sorry, ma’am.”
I take him deep again, working him with my mouth and hand until his thighs are trembling and his knuckles are white on the headboard. Every time he starts to lose control I slow down, teasing, keeping him right on the edge. His dirty talk slips out anyway, low and broken.
“Fuck, Orchid, you’re killing me. That tongue, Jesus. Please, I need to touch you. Let me touch you.”
I pull off and crawl back up his body, straddling his hips so his cock rests hot and heavy against my pussy. “You don’t get to touch yet. You get to feel how wet I am for you while I decide what I want next.”
I grind down slowly, sliding my wetness along his length. Poe’s head falls back, a low curse falling from his lips.
“You feel that?” I ask, voice sweet and commanding. “That’s how much I want you. But you’re going to wait until I say you can have it.”
He nods frantically, eyes locked on where we’re joined. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you want. I’ll be so good for you.”
I lean down and kiss him again, letting him taste himself on my tongue while I keep rolling my hips. When I sit up I reach between us and guide the head of his cock to my entrance.
“Ask me nicely,” I tell him.
“Please,” he rasps. “Please let me inside you. I need to feel you, baby. I need to be buried in that tight, perfect pussy.”
I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch until he’s fully seated. We both moan at the same time. He stretches me perfectly, filling me so deep I feel it in my chest.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, voice wrecked. “You’re so tight around me. So wet. Ride me, Orchid. Use my cock like it belongs to you.”
I brace my hands on his chest and start moving, rolling my hips in slow, deep circles at first, then faster.
Every time I drop down he hits that spot inside me that makes sparks explode behind my eyes.
I set the pace, controlling how deep and how fast, and Poe lets me, hands still locked above his head, eyes glued to where my body takes him over and over.
“That’s it, good boy,” I praise, voice breathy but firm. “Look at you, letting me use you. You feel so good inside me. So big and hard. You like being my toy tonight?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Fuck yeah. I love it. Love being inside you. Love the way you’re riding me like you own me. Harder, baby, please.”
I give him what he begs for, bouncing faster, grinding down on every stroke. My breasts bounce with the movement and Poe’s eyes are locked on them, dark and desperate.
“Touch them,” I command. “Squeeze them while I fuck you.”
His hands fly down instantly, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples in tight circles. The added sensation pushes me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him, voice shaking. “You’re going to stay right there and let me use you until I do. Don’t come yet.”
He nods, jaw clenched, sweat glistening on his chest. “I’ll be good. I’ll hold it for you. Come on my cock, Orchid. Let me feel you squeeze me when you fall apart.”
The orgasm crashes over me hard and fast. I cry out, grinding down deep as my walls clamp around him, pulsing again and again. Poe groans loud, hands tightening on my breasts, but he holds back like I told him to.
When I finally stop shaking I lean down and kiss him, slow and deep. “Good boy,” I whisper against his mouth. “Such a good boy for me.”
I sit up and start moving again, slower this time, drawing it out. Poe’s hands slide to my hips, gripping but not directing, still letting me lead.
“Tell me how it feels,” I order.
“So fucking good,” he rasps. “Your pussy is milking me. So hot and tight. I’m so fucking close, baby. Please let me come inside you. I want to fill you up while you ride me.”
I smile and lean forward, brushing my lips against his ear. “Not yet. You come when I say. Right now you’re going to flip us over and fuck me exactly how I tell you to.”
In one smooth motion he rolls us, careful not to lose our connection. He settles between my thighs, waiting for my next command.
“Slow at first,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Deep. I want to feel every inch.”
He obeys, sliding into me slow and steady, eyes locked on mine the entire time. Every thrust is deliberate, dragging against that perfect spot inside me until I’m moaning again.
“Harder now,” I tell him. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Poe’s hips snap forward, driving into me harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. His dirty talk spills out between groans.
“God, you feel incredible. So wet and perfect. This pussy was made for my cock. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow. Tell me how you want it, baby. Tell me how to make you come again.”
I dig my nails into his back and arch up to meet every thrust. “Just like that. Don’t stop. I’m so close again.”
He keeps the rhythm perfect, one hand sliding between us to rub tight circles over my clit. “Come for me, Orchid. Come all over my cock while I fuck you deep. I want to feel it. I want to feel you squeeze me when you fall apart.”
The second orgasm hits me even harder than the first. I cry out his name, body shaking as pleasure rips through me. Poe keeps thrusting through it, groaning my name like a prayer.
“Please,” he begs, voice wrecked. “Please let me come. I need to fill you up. I need to come inside this perfect pussy.”
I cup his face and look straight into his eyes. “Come for me, good boy. Fill me up.”
He buries himself deep and comes with a broken groan, hips jerking as he spills inside me, pulse after pulse of heat. I hold him through it, kissing him softly while he shudders and moans.
When he finally collapses on top of me, I wrap my arms and legs around him, keeping him close. His weight feels perfect, grounding. We stay like that for a long time, breathing together, hearts slowing in sync.
Eventually he lifts his head and looks at me, eyes soft and wondering. “That was… fuck, Orchid. You’re incredible.”
I smile and brush a damp strand of hair off his forehead. “You were a very good boy.”
He laughs softly, the sound warm and real, and kisses me again, slow and sweet.
We fall asleep tangled together, his arm around my waist, my head on his chest. For the first time in years I feel something close to peace.
But even as I drift off, a small voice in the back of my mind whispers that tomorrow everything will change.
Because no matter how good this feels, the real world is still waiting outside that door.
And the secrets I’m keeping could destroy us both.