Chapter Twenty #3
Holding the bar for support, I slowly let my knees fall apart, revealing myself to him. His nostrils flared and his eyes closed briefly. The ecstasy on his face was intoxicating, giving me a boost as he reached for himself.
“Run a hand up your thigh,” he requested, holding his cock firm. “And slip your fingers into your slit, stretching your lips open so I can see you fully.”
My stomach quivered as I followed his lead, stroking up my thigh and slipping straight to my pussy. My breath quickened as I stretched myself, baring everything to him. Why did it feel so vulnerable? I wanted him to adore me, yet, this was almost too much.
“You're beautiful.” He rolled his head, stretching his neck as his hand moved up and down the length of his hardness. “In every way, did you know that?”
Shaking my head, I stared at his hard cock as the tip of it released a wet drop. My pussy clenched as my finger found my clit, flicking up and over it. I raised my gaze, almost melting when it met his. The emotions that flooded me were unfamiliar. I wanted him, needed him, in all ways.
“I thought you hated me,” I breathed, closing my eyes to shut out the awkwardness of being so vulnerable. “Did you mean everything you said to Brandon, before?”
“Look at me.” His voice was strained.
Snapping my eyes open, I looked straight at him, my own fingers swirling and circling as I touched myself, the pleasure starting to tingle.
“I hated you for so long,” he ground out through his teeth, “but I think it’s because I fucking loved you, deep down… for all those years.”
A shudder rocked me and my tongue flicked out to wet my dry lips. “Really?”
My chest grew tight and my pussy soaked as we watched one another, his cock, proud and hard, my pussy, wet and glistening.
“I loved you childishly from the moment I saw you,” he muttered, “and that grew into obsession when you hurt me. Now, all I want to do it fuck you raw.”
My head fell back and a moan escaped me. “I want you so badly.”
“When we’re free,” he muttered, his breath short now, “I’m going to slip inside every one of your holes until you’re screaming for release. I’m going to play with you until you’re numb and I’ve cum over and inside you, a hundred times.”
His words sent me over the edge, the tingles rising and cresting as I stiffened.
The pleasure shot over me and I leaned against the bars, forcing my eyes open as his panting grew louder.
He bit his bottom lip hard as his hand pumped and went still, his whole body rigid.
Shuddering, he reached for his cock with his spare hand, cupping it over the head as he squirted cum.
The waves of my orgasm died down and I watched as his shoulders relaxed.
He kept his gaze on his hands, releasing his cock and lifting the one cupped hand to hover over his wrist, right near his manacle.
The slime of his cum dripped onto his skin and he rubbed it around, pulling the metal up and down several times before turning to his other arm.
He rubbed his wet hands together and grasped the other wrist, again, rubbing the wetness around as much as he could.
“Are you…?” I muttered, sitting up and pulling my panties and tights back on. “What are you doing?”
The eroticism of the moment had left, however, his genius idea had me holding my breath.
He went back to the original hand and swiveled the metal, pulling it up towards the base of his palm, where the bone is the biggest. He clenched his teeth hard and tugged.
I released my breath, only to suck air back into my lungs again when he wrenched the metal even higher, using the slide of his cum to get it to the knuckle of his thumb.
“Fuck,” I murmured, “that must hurt. Be careful.”
He grinned, his eyes lifting for barely a second when I rose to my feet, just as he shoved the metal ring over the knuckle, freeing himself from the chain that bound him.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, excitement tingling through me at the thought of his freedom.
Not wasting a second, he grasped the manacle on his other wrist and tried to do the same. The ring moved towards his palm, but caught on his thumb knuckle, staying there, no matter how much he tried to tug and pull.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, his cheeks red and his teeth bared. “I thought I fucking had it then!”
He shot to his feet and turned towards the bars, punching out with his free hand. His knuckles rebounded off the metal, the sound echoing throughout the warehouse. Cringing, I put a hand over my mouth, trying to stop myself from crying out.
“It’s okay!” I said, moving to the center of the cage. “We can try another approach. You got one hand out, you’ll do the other, no problem.”
Grunting, he came to me, reaching with his now free hand. Tucking my hair behind my ear, he looked down into my eyes. Just having that arm out of chains brought him closer to me, although not by much.
“That’s if he doesn’t return before I can get free.” He ran his thumb over my cheek, his touch more tender than I’d ever felt from him. “If that happens, we’re fucked.”