Chapter 33 - Poe
THIRTY-THREE
POE
The safehouse door clicks shut behind us with a finality that makes the air feel thicker.
The agents who drove us back have already disappeared down the dark driveway, their taillights swallowed by the trees.
It’s just us now. No neighbors. No immediate threats.
No one watching from the shadows. The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that wraps around you after bullshit, and the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and our own breathing.
Orchid stands a few feet away, still in the clothes she wore when they dragged us out of the warehouse.
Her hair is slightly messy from the long day, and there’s a faint bruise forming on her wrist from the zip-ties.
She looks exhausted, but there’s a fire in her eyes that hasn’t dimmed.
I want her. I want her so fucking much it feels like a living thing under my skin.
But more than that, I want to give her everything tonight.
I want to hand over control the way she likes it.
I lock the door and turn to her, my voice low. “I want you to dominate me tonight.”
Her eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering across her face before it melts into something darker, hungrier. I step closer, close enough that I can feel the heat coming off her body.
“I mean it,” I say, holding her gaze. “I want to see you take control again. I want you to use me. I want to be your good boy. Do your worst, Orchid. I can take it.”
She studies me for a long moment, like she’s trying to decide if I’m serious. I am. I drop to my knees right there in the entryway. My hands rest on my thighs, palms up, and I look up at her, completely open.
“Do your worst,” I repeat, voice rough. “I’m yours tonight.”
The air between us shifts, thick and electric. Orchid’s breathing changes, becoming slower, deeper. She steps closer until she’s standing right in front of me, looking down with that commanding expression that makes my cock twitch hard in my sweatpants.
“You want me in charge?” she asks, voice low and velvet-smooth.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answer immediately, the words coming out like a prayer.
She smiles, slow and wicked, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “Then stay exactly where you are. Do not move unless I tell you to.”
She walks around me in a slow circle, her bare feet silent on the floor. I can feel her eyes on me, taking in every inch of my body. When she stops behind me, she runs her fingers lightly through my hair, then grips it and tugs my head back so I’m looking up at her.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” she murmurs. “My good boy.”
I groan softly, already aching. “I’m yours. Use me however you want.”
She releases my hair and steps in front of me again. “Take off your shirt. Slowly.”
I obey, peeling the fabric over my head and tossing it aside. Her gaze drags over my chest, my abs, the tattoos that snake along my ribs. She licks her lips, and it makes my cock throb visibly against the front of my pants.
“Now the pants. Everything off. I want to see all of you.”
I push the sweatpants and boxers down my legs, kicking them away until I’m completely naked, kneeling in front of her. My cock’s hard and leaking, standing straight up against my stomach. She looks at it with open hunger.
“Such a pretty cock,” she says, voice dripping with approval. “And it’s all mine tonight.”
She reaches down and runs a single finger along the underside, from base to tip, collecting the bead of pre-come at the head. She brings it to her lips and tastes it, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“Delicious,” she whispers. “Now stay still.”
She walks to the couch and sits down, spreading her legs slightly. She removes her clothing along the way. My mouth waters.
“Crawl to me,” she commands.
I drop forward onto my hands and knees and crawl across the floor until I’m between her spread thighs. She threads her fingers through my hair again, guiding my face closer.
“Eat my pussy, good boy. Make me come with your tongue first.”
I groan and lean in, dragging my tongue slowly up her slit. She’s already soaked, sweet and slick, and the taste of her makes me dizzy. I lick into her with long, slow strokes, circling her clit before sucking it gently between my lips.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans, hips rolling against my mouth. “Just like that. You’re so good with your tongue. Eat me like you mean it.”
I do. I devour her, licking and sucking, fucking her with my tongue while my hands stay obediently on my thighs. She tastes so good, so wet, and every moan she gives me makes my cock leak more. I groan against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble.
“God, you sound so desperate,” she gasps. “Like you can’t get enough of my pussy. Keep going. Make me come all over your face.”
I work her harder, faster, sucking her clit while I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her cry out. Her grip in my hair tightens, and her hips start grinding against my mouth.
“Yes, baby, right there. Don’t stop. I’m so close. You’re going to make me come so hard.”
Her thighs clamp around my head as she shatters, coming with a loud, broken moan. I keep licking her through it, gentling my touch as she rides the waves, until she’s trembling and pushing me away gently.
I sit back on my heels, lips slick with her, breathing hard. My cock’s throbbing, aching for relief.
Orchid looks down at me, eyes dark with lust and power. “You did so well. Such a good boy for me. Now get on the couch. On your back. Hands above your head again.”
I stand on shaky legs and move to the couch, lying down exactly as she ordered. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips, and leans down to kiss me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue.
“You taste like me,” she whispers against my lips. “I love that.”
She reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly. I groan, hips bucking up into her fist.
“Stay still,” she warns. “This is my cock tonight. I decide how fast, how hard, how deep.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I rasp.
She positions herself over me and sinks down slowly, taking every inch until I’m buried inside her tight, wet heat. We both moan at the same time. She feels incredible, hot and slick and perfect.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan. “So tight around me. I love being inside you like this.”
She starts riding me, slow and deep at first, rolling her hips in a way that makes me see stars. Her hands brace on my chest, nails digging in slightly as she finds her rhythm.
“Tell me how much you love it,” she orders.
“I love it so much,” I gasp. “Your pussy is milking my cock. So wet and hot. I could stay buried in you forever. Ride me harder, baby. Use me. Take what you need.”
She picks up speed, bouncing on me faster, her breasts bouncing with every movement. I keep my hands above my head, gripping the back of the couch so hard my knuckles are white.
“God, you look so fucking sexy riding me,” I tell her, voice wrecked. “Those tits bouncing, your pussy taking every inch. You’re so perfect. I’m yours. Use me. Fuck me however you want.”
She leans forward, changing the angle, and kisses me hard while she grinds down on me. “You feel so deep like this,” she moans. “I can feel you in my stomach.”
I groan into her mouth. “That is it, baby. Take all of me. I love how you use my cock. You’re going to make me fucking come so hard if you keep riding me like that.”
She sits up again, riding me harder, faster. Her hand slides down to rub her clit while she fucks me. I watch her, mesmerized, my dirty talk spilling out nonstop.
“Look at you, touching yourself while you fuck me. So fucking hot. You’re going to come again, aren’t you? Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me while you fall apart. I want to feel it. I want to feel you milk every drop out of me when I fill you up.”
Her movements become erratic, her breathing ragged. “I’m close, Poe. So close.”
“Come for me,” I beg. “Come all over my cock. Be a good girl and come for your good boy.”
She cries out, body shaking as she comes hard, walls clamping down around me. I grit my teeth, holding back, letting her ride it out.
When she finally slows, she leans down and kisses me softly. “You did so well. Now you can come. Fill me up, good boy. I want to feel you.”
I thrust up into her, chasing my own release. “Fuck, yes. I’m going to fill you so full. This pussy’s gonna be dripping with me. I’m yours, Orchid. All fucking yours.”
I come with a deep groan, hips jerking as I spill inside her, pulse after pulse of heat. She kisses me through it, swallowing my moans, holding me close.
We stay connected for a long time afterward, breathing each other in, bodies slick and trembling. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her down against my chest.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “Whatever happens next, I’ve got you.” I almost tell her I love her, and it wouldn’t be a lie, but instead I just keep holding her.
She curls into me, her heartbeat steady against mine, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the cage doesn’t feel like a cage anymore.
It feels like we’re a team, working together.