Chapter 58
“Oh, fuck, Rose. That’s it, baby.” My hips jerk involuntarily as I fight to stay still. However, my flower has the mouth of a succubus, making it near impossible to lie here and take it as she swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick.
I pull at my restraints, rope rubbing my wrists raw, bed posts groaning from my strength. “Flower, please.”
She looks up at me, dragging her tongue along the underside of my cock. “What’s the matter, Ripley?”
“I need you.” My breaths are harsh, chest heaving. I don’t know how long she’s been tasting me, but she’s dancing the line between torture and euphoria.
“You have me.”
“It’s not enough. I want more.”
“So greedy,” she taunts coyly, finally pulling off her baggy band t-shirt.
“More.” My voice is a deep and demanding growl. If I’m going to beg, I’ll do it like a man.
“Tell me what you want, Ripley, and maybe you’ll get lucky.”
“Slide that perfect cunt down my cock and ride me.”
She hums, thinking it over. Spitting down onto my aching erection, she strokes me slow. “Are you sure? There’s so many other things I could do for you when you’re at my mercy.”
“You better stop teasing me, baby.“
“Or what? What will you do? You’re trussed up like my own personal toy. So I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want, and you’re going to lie there and take it.”
“Fuuuuck…” I groan, the sound morphing into a tortured moan as she takes my cock into her mouth, sucking me slow, deep. My eyes roll back as I fight the release clawing to break free. “Rose, shit,” I pant, feeling her smile around my cock.
“Want some help?”
The scene before me melts away, cold sweeping across my heated skin. My brain is fuzzy, reality warped, as I cling to the tendrils of my dream.
Warm hands run up my calves, the mattress at the foot of the bed shifting as a body crawls upon it.
“I’ve missed you, Rip. Let me help.”
Shantel’s lusty voice floats through the darkness and I bolt upright, pulling the blankets around me.
I’m immediately pissed she’s somehow gotten into my hotel room without a key, again.
Not to mention, she’s sitting there watching me sleep, while I enter a new realm of pleasure inside Rose’s throat.
“What are you doing in here?” I snap, so far beyond irate that she’s ripped me from the paradise I found within my subconscious.
“I came to check on you.”
“Well, don’t.”
She observes me, on her knees between my thighs. “You were moaning her name, you know?”
“What?”
“The slut from Bleakcrest. You were moaning her name.”
“I was not.” Even if I was, it’s none of her business.
“No? Are you sure about that? Because only one of us was awake when it happened.”
I stay silent, because if it is true, I can’t deny it.
“Stop pushing me away. I know this plan is dangerous, but I’m not scared. We can still be together. You don’t need her.” Shantel’s body slinks up mine as she crawls closer, brushing her tits along my cock.
The fucking thing wilts faster than I ever thought possible, and she notices.
“You’d really rather dream about one of Max’s skanks than fuck me?”
I’m struggling to keep my cool, be nice, the way Kyle requested of me. But this woman doesn’t know when to take a hint. My cock just dropped and retreated at the touch of her skin, anything I say will be taken poorly.
“What can I say? My dick’s moved on. Maybe you should too?”
Shantel moves hastily off the bed, embarrassment heavy in the body language I can make out in the faint light cast from the nightlight across the room.
I’m not afraid of the dark, I don’t want to be caught at a disadvantage because I can’t see. Who knows what could come after me when I’m most vulnerable, cradled in the arms of sweet slumber.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Ripley.”
“And you’re the idiot who snuck into my room after being tossed out on your ass the last time. Do you not learn from your mistakes?”
She swipes her robe off the back of the chair before stomping across the room and out of sight. The hotel room door slams shut, signalling her irritated departure.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have broken into my room in the dead of night, hoping for a fuck. She wouldn’t be hurt then.
Serves her right for disrupting my dream.
A dream that plays out behind my eyes as I nestle back into the blankets. I’ve never considered submission before. I demand it of my partners, but never once have I desired to reverse the roles. However, the seed’s been planted. I long to bend to Rose’s will, be tied up like her plaything.
If I broached the subject, would she be into it?
Or would she laugh in my face? What man wants to be restrained?
Granting his partner the freedom to do anything they desire.
Would the thought of it turn her on? Or have her shying away?
She loves my demanding firm touch and the way I lead our time together.
There were glimmers though, blips in time where she pushed back, testing me, reminding me she’s strong, capable of biting back.
Rose submits because she wants to, not because I make her.
Could I do the same?
The dream flashes in the darkness, reawakening my need for her, the urge to finally find out what her mouth feels like wrapped around my cock.
Shantel’s perfume lingers though, snuffing out the fantasy and awaking an unease in my gut.
Reaching over to the side table, I retrieve my phone.
Kyle and Shantel should be leaving soon for the airport, their flight back home leaves in a few hours. I was originally going to stay, to try and rework a weapons meet.
However, plans change and urges are impossible to ignore.