Chapter 43 Riven
Riven
“Yes, professor,” Sloane says, grinning up at me like the damn siren that she is. She leans up and grabs my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging hard until a copper tang fills my mouth. My God. She is going to be the death of me.
I groan against her lips, opening up and letting her taste what she’s done to me.
The taste of my blood in her mouth doesn’t deter her one bit.
No, my little nightmare seems to revel in it.
She grinds her hips up, wrapping her thighs around me and tightening them like I’m a fly caught in her trap.
And I’d gladly fucking die here, too. I run my hands down her body until I’m gripping her outer thighs, and then I stand, lifting her off the sofa with me.
I walk over to my stairs, pivoting to go up to my bedroom.
“Where are we—” I press my lips to hers, silencing her.
This is going to be so much better as a secret, and I can’t wait to see the look on her beautiful face.
I push through the door and into the bedroom, walking over to the single king bed that lies in the center of the black marble flooring that matches the floors on the main level.
The bed is a canopy bed, for various reasons.
I toss her onto the center of the bed, crawling onto it in her direction.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she backs away from me.
How adorable. Her attempted escape doesn’t distract me from the blush creeping up her neck and over her freckled cheeks.
She’s so fucking turned on right now, and that shocked expression isn’t fooling anyone.
“You aren’t really going to tie me up and leave me in here, are you?
” she asks, pretending to be terrified, but so obviously aroused.
It’s the perfect mixture of fear and lust, and it looks so good on her.
I can nearly smell how fucking wet she is for me.
Although she’s only in her underwear from earlier, there are still entirely too many layers of clothing between us.
I don’t just want her bare, I want to peel her open layer by layer until I’m buried deep enough to touch her soul.
“Maybe, maybe not,” I tease, my voice dark and suggestive.
I’m crawling toward her as she continues to scoot away from me.
It’s cute, the way she thinks she can escape me.
Once she’s backed into the wall, I cage her in.
I wrap my right hand around her throat, the other planted firmly against the wall behind her.
I lean in until our lips nearly touch. “I told you, darling. You are mine, and I’m going to do whatever I want with you.” Her breathing hitches, and she presses into me, her body betraying her every desire.
“Mmmm. So needy, darling,” I say, running my hand down her throat and over her breast. I grab the center of her bra and pull, ripping it from her body and tossing it off the side of the bed.
She inhales a sharp breath against my lips before letting her head fall back.
I kiss down her neck as my roaming hand finds the next thing between us.
I grab the lace underwear and twist, ripping them from her body and tossing them to their floor grave beside her bra.
Maybe I’ll burn all of her underwear from here on out.
“So much better,” I say, leaning back to remove my boxers.
My cock springs free in overwhelming relief.
Her gaze drops to it, and because it has a mind of its fucking own, it twitches.
She licks her lips, and I watch as she swallows roughly before bringing her gaze back up to meet my lust-filled one.
I back off the bed and stand at the foot of it.
“Crawl to the middle of the bed and kneel back on your heels,” I order.
There’s a hint of resistance in her expression, and for a second, I think she might disobey. She raises an eyebrow and grins devilishly. Then, I nearly lose it when she falls forward onto her hands and knees and starts crawling to the center of the bed, eyes never leaving mine.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I praise.
I don’t miss the way my words command the flame inside of her to burn even brighter.
I’m half afraid that if I allow my own to do the same, we’ll surely set this house on fire and both burn to death in the blaze.
Sloane stops once she’s halfway to me and sits up, kneeling back on her heels like I ordered her to do.
Her perfect tits bounce when she adjusts herself, bringing my gaze straight to the twin peaks.
Her nipples pebble beneath my gaze, making my cock grow even harder at her responsiveness to me.
“Good,” I say, raspier than I intended. I cough, clearing my throat. “Now put your hands behind your back, crossed at the wrists,” I command.
She does what I say without hesitation, and fuck, does it make me want to toss all of my plans out the window and reward her good behavior right this second. I rein in my impatient thoughts, not wanting to rush this.
“So fucking obedient, Sloane,” I praise, walking over to a closet that’s on the wall to the left.
Only when I’m inside of it do I let my eyes leave hers.
Her breathing becomes quicker as I disappear into the dark closet.
When I return with what I need, her eyes widen for only a moment before desire replaces the surprise. I smirk, letting out a low laugh.
“Like these?” I say, holding up the various items in my hands. Her eyes flick between the two of mine as she nods slowly without speaking. She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, thighs shifting as she chases the friction her body so desperately craves.
I walk over to the side of the bed and climb on.
I stop when I’m kneeling behind her, running my hands down her arms, and watch as goosebumps erupt over her freckled skin.
Once I reach her wrists, I grab them tightly in my hands.
Sloane gasps and then moans. The sound makes my skin crawl in the most agonizing way.
I raise her arms above her head and then bind her wrists together with a pair of leather wrist restraints, tightening them enough for the material to bite into her skin.
I know what she craves, and I plan on giving her all of it tonight.
I drop her hands over the front of her, holding her bound wrists to her body with one hand.
I lean into her until my lips are brushing the shell of her ear.
“Tell me, darling. Do your book boyfriends use these?” I whisper, tugging lightly on the wrist restraints. She pushes her hips forward, pressing her tits out and tilting her head back against me.
“Mhmmm,” she says, breathy. I stick out my tongue and lick down the side of her neck, stopping to softly kiss the top of her shoulder. I push her hand down, eliciting another low moan from her lips.
“Touch yourself, darling,” I say, moving my fingers over her own.
She takes over, massaging in slow circles.
She pushes her knees farther apart, making room for what she needs.
I can’t help myself as I bring my hand over hers, running it over her wet pussy.
I let two fingers slide into her, needing to feel her around me.
“Fuck, Sloane. You’re so wet for me,” I say against her ear, curling my fingers upward in that way that I know she loves.
She thrusts her hips up into our hands, head leaning back against my shoulder. I move my fingers over that sensitive spot.
“Oh God. Riven. I—I’m about to come,” she says, panting and breathless.
I didn’t plan on giving her what she wants just yet, but I am unable to wait another second to be able to hear her come alive for me.
It’s the most addictive, most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. It’s even better than the music.
“I know, darling. Come for me,” I say, giving her body the permission it needs to fully let go.
She comes, thrusting forward into my hand.
She throws her head back against me, moaning my name into the ceiling.
I strum her like a worn guitar, coaxing every note from that one spot until she’s shaking and nearly begging for me to stop.
I could never get enough of that beautiful sound. I want to hear it over and over again.
“Good girl. You did so well for me, Sloane,” I say, letting her come down from the orgasm.
Her breathing slows as she leans against me.
I brush sticky strands of hair from her face with one hand, and reluctantly remove my fingers from inside of her.
She winces slightly from the friction. I bring my fingers up to her mouth and rub her arousal across her parted lips.
“Taste what I’ve done to you, darling,” I say, sticking both of them into her mouth far enough back that she gags. Then, she closes her lips around my fingers and sucks, running her tongue underneath them. Fuck.
“That’s it. Good,” I say, praising her as I pull them out of her mouth.
I grab her earlobe between my teeth and tug lightly.
She shivers, pressing into me instead of pulling away.
She was fucking made for me. I’m about to move from behind her when she spins around in place to face me.
The grin on her face promises pure mischief, and her vivid green eyes hold a seductive spark that has me ready to fall to my knees at her altar.
Her tongue darts out and wets her lips, my needy gaze watching every move closely.
She leans back on her heels and reaches out to run her bound hands down my abdomen.
She stops just short of my cock and then drops her hands.
She looks up at me through her lashes, grinning. I tilt my head, intrigued.
“I don’t need my hands,” she says, dropping her gaze to my cock. Again, this is not what I had planned, but I can’t find it in me to stop her as she leans forward and places her lips around the head of my throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides to avoid impaling her on the damn thing. I want this to be about her. I want her to take the control that I know she needs in this moment. She’s so fucking gorgeous when she takes control.
“Mmmm,” she moans around my cock, running her tongue underneath the shaft of it in that way that has me nearly thrusting into the back of her throat.
I remain still, giving her complete control to do whatever she wants right now.
She looks up at me with a sinful smile, and only a quarter of my cock is in her mouth.
The sight of it alone has me nearly coming undone for her.
She pushes me farther and farther into her mouth until she’s gagging, and then she pulls back.
She does it again, slow and torturous, and I never want her to fucking stop.
A sudden thought occurs to me as I lean over and cross one of my arms over the other before grabbing the sides of her thighs.
I flip her around until she’s upside down and her thighs are resting on my shoulders.
She suddenly gasps around my cock, but does nothing to release me from her wicked mouth. That’s my fucking girl.
I grin, her soaked pussy centimeters from my ravenous mouth.
What can I say, I’m a bit selfish. I need to taste her, and I need it now.
She settles into her newfound position, continuing her spine-tingling assault on my cock.
I lean in, sucking her clit into my mouth, unable to waste another second of having her like this.
“Mmmm, Sloane. You taste so fucking good, darling,” I moan against her pussy, running my tongue down and inside of her before bringing it back up to her clit.
I twirl my tongue around her, biting and tugging.
She moans around me, taking me to the back of her throat in rapid back-and-forth movements.
She grazes me lightly with her teeth, sending unexpected chills flittering throughout my entire body.
“Riven, yes. I—” she mutters around me, barely able to express herself.
She’s close, and so am I. I continue sucking her clit into my mouth, inserting a couple of fingers into her wet heat as I do.
I feel that sensation inside of my core build as she seeks to drag the orgasm out of me.
Soon, we’re both diving off the edge together.
I hold onto her tight, not wanting to lose my grip as she trembles against me.
Unable to resist a single second longer, I push my hips into her roughly until I’m coming down the back of her throat.
She swallows before releasing me, and I see fucking stars.
I flip her around, and she instantly falls against my chest. I wrap my hands around her, holding her against me.
I lean back until I’m lying flat against the mattress with her on top of me.
“That was—”
“So good,” she says, panting. I laugh softly, placing a kiss on the top of her head. She pulls back to look up at me, a curious expression on her face.
“Say it,” I say, knowing there’s something she’s holding back.
“I …” she starts, shying away from my gaze. I cup her jaw in my hand, lifting her eyes back to mine where they belong.
“Words, Sloane,” I warn.
“I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me,” she says, eyes flicking back and forth between mine.
“Your wish is my command, darling,” I say, rolling over until she’s under me. I lean in slowly until our lips meet. I kiss her softly, and for only a moment before pushing off the mattress and leaving the bed. She whimpers, and it’s such an adorable sound that almost has me coming back. Almost.