Chapter 23
brIELLE
My teeth grind together as I try to keep the words in. If I fight him right now things will end way worse for me than what he has planned.
What happened before and during the shower was extremely intimate, and I hate it.
There’s no way anything will come of this.
Nothing. But fuck, part of me wants him in ways I have no reason to be entertaining.
Like how the feeling of his lips lingering on my skin, like nothing else mattered.
Like it was only us, as if no one else even existed, and now I find myself craving just that.
My core throbs with need as he stands over me on the side of the bed.
The only thing not tied are my legs, and I can’t help but rub them together, desperate for any kind of relief.
There’s only one thing that would help, and I refuse to beg.
Not him. Not after he told me one day I would, and today isn’t that day.
“Let me go, Emris,” I say, barely loud enough for him to hear me, but he does. The smirk on his face tells me so as his eyes zero in on my thighs rubbing together.
“I’ll never let you go, Brielle.” Emris turns, his joking tone gone and replaced with a dark seriousness, and that scares me. The room falls dark, and there’s no sound aside from my heavy breathing.
“Fuck you, Emris!”
God, he’s a fucking asshole. The second I get out of here, I’m going to kill him. I don’t care anymore. This man is fucking insufferable. I want to hit him and fuck him all at the same time.
I close my eyes in hopes of calming my nerves, and it works.
After crashing his car and being edged before the shower, I’m tired as the adrenaline leaves me.
My wrists ache from the chains, and my head pounds behind my eyes, making it easy to relax into the mattress.
Even while being tied up, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, and it’s exactly what I need.
A moan slips out of me as his fingers thrust deep inside of me. This is better than anything I could’ve hoped for.
His touch is like a drug. Something I’ll never be able to get enough of. I never want him to stop.
“I want you to beg me, Brielle. Beg me, and you can come,” he whispers sweet promises in my ear as he brings me to heights I’ve never been brought to before.
“Emris...” I arch my back as euphoria washes over me, but before I can get to where I need, the feeling disappears.
I whine, and he only chuckles. His fingers begin to tease me again, but the second I get to the edge, he pulls back…
again. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s done this, but it’s bordering on painful.
He wants me to beg him, and I never thought that I would, but fuck, I can’t take this.
“Emris, please…”
“That’s right. Tell me what you want. What you need…” His voice trails off, and my body thrashes on the bed.
“Beg me, baby.”
“Beg me.”
“Beg.”
My eyes shoot open and land on Emris, who’s casually lying next to me on the bed, his fingers moving in and out of me like it’s natural for him to be doing this. His fingers curl up, and my back arches on its own accord.
“Fuck,” I whimper, closing my eyes and trying to ignore the fact that I don’t fucking want him to stop. I don’t know why the hell I’m letting him do this to me again.
“God, you look so perfect tied up and helpless for me,” he says, mouth pressed to the side of my neck.
“Are you going to come, Brielle? Come all over my fingers, baby. Please,” Emris begs as his digits work their magic inside me.
He slows his pace just as the finish line creeps up again.
Tears start to build behind my eyes as the frustration sneaks up, and the motherfucker laughs.
“Do you need something, Brielle?” he asks, humor lingering in his voice as he lightly strokes my clit. “All you have to do is beg,” he whispers before kissing my cheek. I move my face away and try to create distance between us, but it does nothing, and I go nowhere.
“I won’t beg you,” I spit at him.
“It’s so fucking cute, you know. How you keep trying to prove just how strong you are,” Emris says, a grin on his stupid, fucking handsome face. “Give in and beg me, baby. I’ll make you feel better than you ever have.”
My eyes flutter at his words, knowing he’s right.
The way I know he would be true to his word.
He’s only done so little to my body, and yet it’s been euphoric.
I can only imagine how it would feel to fully submit to a man like Emris, but I can’t.
I refuse to give him more of me than what he’s already taken.
I open my eyes and tug on the restraints again, harder this time.
“Let me go, Emris,” I plead but he ignores me and thrusts two fingers deeper into me.
My hips buck on their own, and if he keeps this up, I’m going to explode.
I wiggle, trying to create any kind of distance to make this fucking perfect torture stop, but every time I manage to move the smallest amount, he just follows.
“Come on, Brielle.” Emris leans over my body until his chest is pressed against mine. “All you have to do is say one thing, and I’ll let you come.” I can feel his breath against my lips, and it takes everything in me not to move up until there’s nothing between us.
He takes the opportunity to curl his fingers upward just enough that it hits the exact spot I need, and I gasp.
“Emris,” I breathe out as my back arches from the bed. I’m so fucking close, and I’m not sure how much longer I can bite my tongue. I need to come like I need air.
“Goddamn it. Please, Emris, make me come.” I close my eyes in hopes that it’ll ease the embarrassment I can feel tinting my cheeks.
“God, I love hearing how desperate you are for me.” His mouth presses to mine, and his fingers don’t stop their movement this time.
He keeps pumping into me until I’m a mess on the sheets.
I can feel the wetness from my pussy leaking all under me and down my legs.
“Come for me,” he whispers, and I do. I scream my release, but Emris doesn’t stop until I’m panting, and my legs are shaking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says in awe, as if what he just watched was the best thing he has ever seen. “But you still need to learn your lesson, Brielle,” Emris states, placing a small kiss on my lips before getting off the bed and standing.
The dim light makes it hard for me to see his face, but I hear the clanking of his belt.
Next thing I know, his cock is out, and holy fuck.
From this angle, he looks like a fucking god looming over me.
A rush washes through me at the mere sight of it.
The memories of how he felt in my mouth flood my mind, making me want it again.
Jesus fuck.
Emris brings his hand to his hard cock and strokes it lightly a few times.
“Soon, I’ll fuck you hard with my cock and not just my fingers.
” He looks down at me, and I see so much hunger.
“Soon, I’ll fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for a week straight.
” He breathes through his nose deeply before continuing.
“Every time you stand, that sweet pain between your legs will fill your mind with thoughts of me until all you can think of is how amazing I made you feel.” My pussy pulses, and if he wanted to fuck me right now, I don’t think I’d be able to tell him no. I wouldn’t want to tell him no.
Emris opens his mouth, and I watch as spit drips down his tongue and falls to the tip of his cock.
His hand moves up his shaft, rubbing the spit all over the length and tip.
He lets out a low moan as his head falls back.
I can’t tear my eyes away from him as he strokes himself over and over again, my name rolling off his tongue moments before his eyes meet mine.
“Do you wish it was you I was fucking instead of my fist?” His voice comes out less controlled. “Answer me, Brielle,” he demands but I ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my answer. When I don’t answer, he lets out a small laugh before his strokes become more intense.
“Is this the only way you can get off? By tying women to the bed and edging them?” I ask, and he looks over my whole body before answering me.
“Only you, baby.” He lets out a deep moan before warm liquid hits my skin. Emris comes all over my chest, some making its way onto my face. I pull against my restraints, trying to get up, but I can’t fucking move.
Emris puts himself away before leaning down and running the tip of his finger through his cum.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece. My cum covering you is the prettiest painting I’ve ever seen.” When his fingers are coated with cum, he brings it to my lips, and as if my body is betraying me, my mouth parts, and I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck. The taste of him bursts on my tongue.
“I hope next time you’ll lose some of that pride and give in faster. We both know this is for you just as much as me.” With that, he walks toward the door, leaving me chained to the bed.
“Emris! Fucking let me out of these!” I yell at him. He begins whistling as he turns off all the lights and exits the room. A key scrapes against the doorknob, locking me inside. I’m alone, covered in his cum until he decides to let me go.