49. I’m yours （ruin me）
CHAPTER 49
I’M YOURS (RUIN ME)
CHARLIE
E mma walks into the room, and I have to grip the armrests to keep myself from reaching out, especially when she pulls her shirt out of her pants and slowly undoes the last few buttons in a striptease.
Fuck. This is either the best or worst idea I’ve ever had.
“Like what you see?” she asks.
Even though she wasn’t addressing it directly, my dick twitches like it’s trying to answer her.
Her smile is wicked.
She lets her shirt fall to the floor behind her, her nipples peaked and begging for attention. Fuck, I need to get my mouth on those gorgeous tits right now.
“I think I’ll leave this here.” Emma pulls the key from her pocket and places it on the side table at my elbow. It brings her close enough to touch, and I jump on the opportunity, mouthing at her breast through her bra, licking and sucking one of her perfect nipples into my mouth.
She gasps but doesn’t immediately pull away. I switch to the other one.
“Did I say you could touch me?” she asks.
My cock strains at the breathlessness in her voice, throbbing with the need to get harder. I lick a trail up her neck. “You said not to move my hands. You didn’t say anything about my mouth.”
With a hum, she pulls away and stands between my open thighs. Her gaze touches every inch of me, top to tail, lingering every time she gets to the cage.
I dig my fingers in harder.
“What brought this on?” Emma asks, popping the button of her slacks. She drags the zipper down, bit by bit, and I’m at the mercy of her control. My blood flows like lava in my veins, pooling between my legs.
“You said you wanted to try it, and tonight seemed like a good night.”
Like at the office, Emma can push when I want to pull, and vice versa. I don’t always need this, to let go so completely, but when I do, she knows exactly how to handle me.
Her pants drop, pooling at her feet. Then she kicks them aside.
My dick kicks up again, attempting in vain to get harder as she slides her panties off. The sound of my nails against the fabric of the chair is loud in the silence.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say. “Come over here. I don’t need my hands to eat you out. I know how much you love having my tongue inside you.”
“Actually,” Emma says, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her mouth is so close to my cock, I can feel her hot breath ghosting over it, and I can’t stop the noise I make. “It’s my tongue that you need to worry about.”
And then she clasps the cage in one hand and leans down to lick through the gaps between the bars.
“Oh, fuck.”
My head hits the chair with a thud. Locked up like this, the head is still mostly covered by my foreskin, and Emma starts there, dipping the tip of her tongue in and under and around the sensitive skin. Fuck . My brain is so scrambled, I can’t remember what day it is.
She laps up the precum that is leaking out now, her eyes shining bright and wild.
“Remember. No touching until I say you can.”
She keeps licking into the cage, moving down to the base, sucking a mark on the inside of my thigh. Both legs are shaking with the effort of not fucking up into her mouth.
“Fuck. Don’t stop.”
But I’m not in charge tonight; she is.
Emma stands, licking those beautiful fucking lips I’m desperate for, and with a flick of her wrist, frees her breasts from her bra.
She straddles me, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. The scorching heat of her pussy doesn’t quite make contact and it’s enough to drive a man to the brink.
“Let me touch you.” I won’t say please. Not yet.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?”
No, but I don’t care. I need to touch her.
“I didn’t think so,” she says, rubbing herself on the cage.
“Bet I can last longer than you,” she teases.
“You like losing, then.”
She reaches up to glide her hand through my hair, and pulls.
“That’s a whole lot of talking for someone whose cock is locked away.”
She’s flushed, her hair falling into her face. I’m itching to sweep it away, pull her to my mouth.
I can’t move my hands, but I try to meet her thrusts with my hips. I want to watch her get herself off on this, writhing above me like the goddess she is.
Emma moans, the sound going straight to my balls. Fuck.
My fingers flex in place. There’s nothing but her word and my will binding me here. “You seem to be struggling with something. I could help with that. If you wanted me to.”
She wants to protest, but by the unchecked fire in her eyes, it’s clear she wants to get off more.
“I should leave you like this,” she says, presenting two fingers to my mouth. “Get them wet for me.”
Happily.
I suck them into my mouth, showing her what my tongue could be doing to her clit if she let me move. When she’s satisfied, she forces me to watch as she uses her slicked-up digits to rub at her clit.
This is bliss and agony all in one.
“Do you want to touch?” she rasps, head thrown back in pleasure.
“You know I do.”
I’m helpless to watch as she writhes and whimpers above me. “Maybe I should fuck you like this, with the cage on. You wouldn’t even be able to feel me coming. I could just keep going, getting myself off for hours, and there’s nothing you could do.”
The moan that rips out of me feels like a roar. “Emma, fuck.”
She traces my lips with her wet fingers, eyes flashing as I chase them.
She pulls them away before I can properly get a taste. “God, Charlie. Look at you,” she breathes, sounding wrecked.
I’m thirty seconds away from losing all control. “Let me. Come on. I know you want it.”
Her chest heaves, torturing me with miles of beautiful skin I want to brand with my lips and teeth. “Say it.”
“Sweetheart,” I say, knowing it isn’t what she’s asking for.
I hiss as she digs her nails into the soft flesh of my thigh.
“Say it, and I’ll let you touch me. Beg. ”
Heat licks up my spine.
“ Please .”
She grabs my wrist and puts my hand between her thighs, and we moan together. With my thumb, I find her clit and circle it the way she likes it.
Head thrown back, she pushes against me. “Make me come, and maybe you can fuck me.”
She’s gorgeous like this. My sexy, powerful inferno.
“Kiss me,” she commands. “Please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
My palms are damp, but I keep my hands where they are as I lean in to claim her mouth like I’ve wanted to since she walked into the room.
I lick long and deep, fucking into her mouth the way I want to do to her pussy. In return, she clutches at my face, digging her hands into my hair, my shoulders, my biceps, all the while rubbing herself against the cage.
The steel is slick with arousal and burning hot from friction and our combined body heat.
I keep going, kissing her jaw, licking down her neck, sucking a mark on her collarbone as she arches against me.
She screams out when she comes, shaking over me and riding it out.
Before she can protest, I suck the taste of her off my thumb, straining further in the cage.
We’re both panting when she stands, and when she picks up the key and hands it to me, I can’t move fast enough.
I miss the lock at first, distracted by the sight of Emma getting on her hands and knees on our bed.
“Now get over here and fuck me into next week.”
I have to grip the base of my dick when it’s freed in order to stem the immediate and brutal flow of blood, then slip a condom on.
“You got it, sweetheart.”
She’s so fucking perfect. I love every part of her, the way her mind works, how she’s always thinking of solutions to problems, even when they aren’t her own. How beautiful she is when she’s taking her pleasure.
How fucking gorgeous she looks taking my cock.
I slide in slow, as much for me as it is for her, only stopping when I’ve bottomed out. Now finally free to touch her, I grip her hips and spread her wide open so I can watch as I fuck into her.
“Charlie, please.”
That’s the other part of this I love. How smoothly we can hand over control when we need to, giving and taking in equal measure.
“I’ve got you.”
I’m not going to last long. My blood is on fire, and I’m too worked up from her mouth and the squeeze of her cunt. So I don’t waste any time pushing deep into her.
“Harder, come on.”
Fuck.
She pushes back, meeting me thrust for thrust, hands white-knuckled in the sheets. Without warning, she comes again, and that’s it. I’m gone, fucking hard and fast into her as I come.
As I fall to the bed beside her and pull her close, I take in the state of her. Soft and warm and flushed, still with her patented look of determination in her eyes.
I never want to look at anyone else for as long as I live.