Everett #3
It’s why I enjoy this position so much. She’s completely reliant on me—on the hold I have on her head and the fact she’s speared on my cock—for balance. All she can do is relax against my hold and take it.
“Such a filthy mouth,” I chuckle, pulling my cock back and driving it into her until I’m seated fully inside of her.
I bite back a groan as she flutters around me, inner walls clenching, almost like she’s trying to suck me in even further. Like her pussy is begging for my knot.
Unfortunately for me—and the knot that’s starting to swell at the base of my cock—Dr. Brennar has yet to give Andi the green light to take a knot, so I’ll have to forgo that today. Andi’s health and well-being are my top priority.
While this scene has definitely expanded beyond me just grounding her after the incident in the meeting room, I’m still going to prioritize her health.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I rasp, my hips snapping forward again and setting a firm rhythm. “You’re only allowed to come if it’s around my cock. If you aren’t able to...”
I smack her ass, watching the flesh ripple and move, both from the impact from my palm and from my hips snapping against hers.
“Then you’ll just have to be all hot and bothered the rest of the day until I take you back home. Then you can beg one of the others to make you come. I’m sure Leo would... but that’s hours away.”
“That’s—that’s so mean!” she whines, her words coming out choppy between each thrust.
“Maybe,” I grunt. “I will warn you... You’ve been so perfect today that I won’t last long.”
I reach around her and circle her clit with my fingers, matching the timing to my thrusts.
“Oh my God, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she chants.
“Say my name when you come,” I growl, tugging her hair and making her arch her back even further for me.
Her moans come out in strained gasps as she babbles mindlessly about how good I’m making her feel.
Eager to please and vocal? I’m an even luckier man than I thought.
I feel her spasm around my cock with the early signs of an orgasm and thank my lucky stars. I wouldn’t want to go back on my word, now that I’ve said that I wouldn’t let her come unless it was around my cock, it sets a bad precedent, but I also do want her to earn a reward for how good she’s been.
“Come for me, Honey. Come around my cock,” I growl.
“Everett!” she cries out, her inner walls clamping down on me.
That’s all I need to fall over the edge, my rhythm growing sloppy and wild before I hold myself inside her, my cock twitching with my own orgasm.
My knot throbs at the base of my cock, only relenting ever so slightly when I pull out of her.
Holding her steady with one hand, I undo the knotted tie around her wrist with the other.
“How are your hands?”
“They’re fine,” she says, her voice soft as she shakes them out.
“Good,” I murmur before lifting her into my arms and carrying her over to my large office chair.
I set her onto my lap, tugging the neckline of her dress back up so she’s decent. Aftercare is incredibly important.
“Did I—did I do a good job?” she whispers, blinking up at me.
“You did beautifully, Honey. You were divine.”
“Thats a real fancy word considering what you were doing to me,” she giggles.
“I mean it,” I huff, reaching for the tissues I keep in one of my drawers to help clean her up.
While I like the idea of her walking around with my cum dripping down her thighs, I also know that she’ll feel vulnerable enough as is, considering I ruined her panties by shoving them in her mouth.
“Did you also mean what you said earlier?”
I freeze, my hand between her thighs.
“About?”
“Look who’s playing dumb now. I’m asking about the—the love thing. I know you didn’t exactly say you loved me, but I—”
“I do,” I say, meeting her gaze and refusing to look away first. “Love you, that is. I know it’s early, and I know you’re still recovering from your ordeal, so I don’t expect an answer—”
“I love you too,” she says, her expression melting into a warm smile. “You know, I didn’t expect you to be the first to say it. Guess my pussy is magic.”
“Such a filthy mouth on you.” I roll my eyes as I continue to clean her up, warmth blooming in my chest.
“You like it.”
“I do,” I concede before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Now, I have a little bit of work to do before I take you out to dinner.”
“You were serious about that? But—but I don’t have any underwear.”
“And?” I ask, raising a single brow. “You’ll just have to act ladylike so no one sees what’s mine. Hopefully that isn’t too hard, considering that filthy mouth of yours.”
“Shut up,” she laughs, shoving at my chest.
I’m glad I got to spend the day with her. The part of myself that’s been spiraling for weeks—the one desperate for control—finally seems to have settled, after she gave me the gift of her submission.
“Thank you, Honey,” I murmur. “For everything.”
She tilts her head, blinking up at me.
“Sure,” she shrugs. “Not like I had to do a whole lot, with you in charge.”
I open my mouth to explain the weight and significance of her role in our newly established dynamic, but no words come out.
“Never change,” I chuckle, pulling her more tightly into my chest.