6. Ember #2
Instead, I do as instructed and widen my legs. Blaine drops a hand to his cock, keeping his near-black stare fixed between my thighs as he fists himself. He’s long and thick but well-balanced with a generous rosy swell at the tip that glistens with pre-come.
“See something you like?” He grins menacingly.
Again, all I can do is nod.
“Me too. I want to sample this magnificent sight for myself.”
Taking the form of a striking viper, Blaine drops his head low then crawls towards me. I never knew seeing a man on his knees could be so erotic. By the time he grips my thighs and lowers his mouth to my core, I’m about ready to explode from anticipation alone.
The smooth, flat surface of his tongue bluntly attacks my cunt, causing me to jerk off the bed. Where his lips fasten to my pulsating clit, his metal piercing creates an agonising juxtaposition.
Cool metal teases my sensitive flesh, leaving a brand that saturates into my epithelial tissue. I can feel him everywhere. My entire body is humming, lit by his tongue tasting me from clit to core, ensuring no part of me is left unexplored.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he comments to himself.
The urge to whine, moan or beg for more is overwhelming. I have to bite down on my lip hard enough to taste blood just to hold it in.
Metal sweeps over my clit again at the same time a driving force pushes deep inside me. Blaine swirls two fingers, rubbing up against my internal walls when he scissors the digits in a greedy command for more.
My vision hazes as I writhe and shudder, holding back the animalistic sounds his finger-fucking seems determined to pull out of me. For a moment, I’m tempted to break his stupid rule just to see what would happen.
“Take it, Ember,” Blaine hisses against my tingling pussy lips. “You’re going to give me an orgasm before I even think about filling this needy cunt.”
Head tossed back, teeth gritted, my breaths come in short, choppy bursts. His taunting isn’t enough to break me down. I won’t say a damn word. Even as his thumb bears down on my nub while he pumps into me at a relentless pace.
My muscles tighten and contract as a release begins to crest, gathering speed each time his fingers withdraw only to advance. When he ducks to suck my bundle of nerves between his teeth, that slow build erupts into a tsunami that barrels towards me at full-speed.
“That’s it, give it up for me. Soak my hand.”
I scrunch my eyes shut and let instinct take over. The orgasm hits hard and fast, blasting through my synapses to deliver a dose of potent desire.
“Spectacular.” Blaine draws my climax out with long, languorous strokes. “You are a goddess, Ember Lawson.”
Still shuddering, I lift my head to see him sucking two soaked fingers into his mouth. He licks the evidence of my release clean then grins at me like the cat that got the cream.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?”
My brow lifts in a question. Am I allowed to speak now?
“Oh, no, we’re not done yet. The rules still apply.”
He slicks dark hair back from his face with one hand then pushes himself upright until he’s braced over me in a position of power. Clearly, he intends to make me work for it, keeping me pinned in place for him to toy with as he sees fit.
“Does that little shit Axel still hide protection in here? You may answer.”
“B-Bedside table,” I stammer.
“Excellent.”
Reaching into the table, Blaine retrieves a condom from the stash hidden inside then takes his time rolling it into place. Nervous excitement glues my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
He lingers while staring at me, trembling and trapped. His obsidians seem to drink in every detail like he’s committing my body to memory before he conquers it. Wherever his eyes travel, needful shivers break out.
“I could stare at you like this for the rest of my life and die a happy man.” His mouth hooks upward.
To beckon him in, I wiggle on the bed, desperate to lure him closer.
“So impatient, sweetheart.”
He positions himself between my open legs, squeezing the base of his thick shaft. I bite down on my bottom lip as he lifts my right leg and hooks it over his shoulder, spreading me open.
“I want to fuck the memory of every other man right out of you.” A menacing shadow writhes over Blaine’s features. “Then I want to claim that tight cunt so the world knows who it belongs to.”
Hmm, swallowing my parched tongue probably wouldn’t be hot for him to witness. Even if it’s almost a reality upon hearing his sheer brutality.
I watch him stroke his steel, teasing the length over and over, never once tearing his stare from me. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes the head of his cock against my entrance to nudge inside.
The intense pressure is stolen away much too soon. He shifts his hips back then pulses forward, inching deeper inside. Again. Another stroke. His pace is torturously slow, splitting my mind wide open, on the verge of begging for more.
My legs hook behind his back, holding him flush to me. It’s the only control I can regain. He sinks fully inside, his thick length driving into me until I can feel the blunt force like a physical bruise.
“You fit me so well.” A muscle in his jaw twitches.
His strokes are broad but targeted, thrusting into me in a rhythmic beat. With our bodies aligned, I can match every collision, absorbing the force with a slight lift of the hips.
Blaine’s grip on my waist gives him the purchase to rock into me. His other hand trails a path between my breasts, dancing in a light tease before he captures a hard nipple and tugs.
Every time he flicks and rolls the stiff bud, bolts of electricity travelling across my trembling limbs. Copper floods my tongue from biting my cheek hard enough to imprison a whine.
“Cat got your tongue?” Blaine swirls his hips in a wide arc.
“Screw you,” I manage between breaths.
Deadly black ice crystallises over his onyx orbs. “What was that?”
“You’re taunting me!”
“Ah, ah. You’re breaking the rules now.”
I can’t help but cry out when he withdraws from me, leaning to reach over my shaking body to grasp the panties. He quickly undoes the knots, and my arms slump onto the bed, released by the elastic cuffs.
“I warned you to keep quiet.” Blaine tuts, sitting back on his haunches. “I don’t need anyone else interrupting this moment for me because of your noises. I’ve waited long enough.”
Sharply grabbing my hair, he tugs to hold me still.
“Mouth open.”
“My m-mouth?”
“I said I’d gag you. Did you think it was an idle threat?”
I watch his smirk through wide eyes as Blaine stuffs the balled-up material past my lips, effectively gagging me. It’s uncomfortable, but at least I put clean underwear on before I climbed into bed.
“Better.” He nods. “Next time I give you an instruction, follow it.”
Clasping my hips, Blaine gives no warning before he deftly flips my body on the mattress. I land face-first in the bedsheets, my back curved in a perfect bend when he pulls my bare ass up high.
Fiery prickles spread when a hand crashes into the right cheek as if in greeting. I’m almost bent in half in a doggy position, giving him the freedom to crack both cheeks in rapid succession.
“Break the rules again, and I’ll spank this perfect ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”
The makeshift gag muffles my cries as Blaine quickly spreads my thighs then sails back into my cunt at a new angle. He overwhelms every part of me, burying himself to the hilt without warning.
As his pace increases, icy pinpoints explore the scars over my back. His touch is freezing despite being featherlight. Bent like this, he can see my whole back. All the times I was pinned, stripped and punished with a whip for failing my master.
I know the vertical lines are there even if I can’t see them. I’ve caught enough glimpses of tight pink slashes across my skin in the mirror to know what they look like. I want to feel insecure, but Blaine’s touch is tender despite the chill.
He doesn’t say a word while pulsing into me, a single fingertip tracing the paths of cruelty that travel from each old mark to the next. Scars that almost match his own.
He doesn’t need to say anything. I know he understands the story behind each slash, the price paid to endure. It’s a steep bill we’ve both footed multiple times over. If anyone understands, it’s him.
So I clutch a pillow, lock my teeth around the gag and let him drink his fill of a part of me I hate being studied. Each pound of his cock shakes my bones, but I willingly take every hit. He seems determined to beat some kind of acceptance into me with his body alone.
“This is the only touch you ever have to experience from now on,” he huffs out behind me. “Not pain or cruelty. No punishments. Anyone who dares to mark this skin will find themselves without eyes to see the consequences of their actions.”