“I’ll never let you go, Brielle.” Emris turns, his joking tone gone and replaced with a dark seriousness, and that scares me.The room falls dark, and there’s no sound aside from my heavy breathing.
“Fuck you, Emris!”
God, he’s a fucking asshole. The second I get out of here, I’m going to kill him. I don’t care anymore. This man is fucking insufferable. I want to hit him and fuck him all at the same time.
I close my eyes in hopes of calming my nerves, and it works. After crashing his car and being edged before the shower, I’m tired as the adrenaline leaves me. My wrists ache from the chains, and my head pounds behind my eyes, making it easy to relax into the mattress. Even while being tied up, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, and it’s exactly what I need.
A moan slipsout of me as his fingers thrust deep inside of me. This is better than anything I could’ve hoped for.
His touch is like a drug.Something I’ll never be able to get enough of.I never want him to stop.
“I want you to beg me, Brielle. Beg me, and you can come,” he whispers sweet promises in my ear as he brings me to heights I’ve never been brought to before.
“Emris...” I arch my back as euphoria washes over me, but before I can get to where I need, the feeling disappears. I whine, and he only chuckles. His fingers begin to tease me again, but the second I get to the edge, he pulls back… again. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s done this, but it’s bordering on painful.
He wants me to beg him, and I never thought that I would, but fuck, I can’t take this.
“Emris, please…”
“That’s right. Tell me what you want. What you need…” His voice trails off, and my body thrashes on the bed.
“Beg me, baby.”
“Beg me.”
“Beg.”
My eyes shoot open and land on Emris, who’s casually lying next to me on the bed, his fingers moving in and out of me like it’s natural for him to be doing this. His fingers curl up, and my back arches on its own accord.
“Fuck,” I whimper, closing my eyes and trying to ignore the fact that I don’t fucking want him to stop. I don’t know why the hell I’m letting him do this to me again.
“God, you look so perfect tied up and helpless for me,” he says, mouth pressed to the side of my neck. “Are you going to come, Brielle? Come all over my fingers, baby. Please,” Emris begs as his digits work their magic inside me. He slows his pace just as the finish line creeps up again. Tears start to build behind my eyes as the frustration sneaks up, and the motherfucker laughs.
“Do you need something, Brielle?” he asks, humor lingering in his voice as he lightly strokes my clit. “All you have to do is beg,” he whispers before kissing my cheek. I move my face away and try to create distance between us, but it does nothing, and I go nowhere.
“I won’t beg you,” I spit at him.
“It’s so fucking cute, you know. How you keep trying to prove just how strong you are,” Emris says, a grin on his stupid, fucking handsome face. “Give in and beg me, baby. I’ll make you feel better than you ever have.”
My eyes flutter at his words, knowing he’s right. The way I know he would be true to his word. He’s only done so little to my body, and yet it’s been euphoric. I can only imagine how it wouldfeel to fully submit to a man like Emris, but I can’t. I refuse to give him more of me than what he’s already taken.
I open my eyes and tug on the restraints again, harder this time.
“Let me go, Emris,” I plead but he ignores me and thrusts two fingers deeper into me. My hips buck on their own, and if he keeps this up, I’m going to explode. I wiggle, trying to create any kind of distance to make this fucking perfect torture stop, but every time I manage to move the smallest amount, he just follows.
“Come on, Brielle.” Emris leans over my body until his chest is pressed against mine. “All you have to do is say one thing, and I’ll let you come.” I can feel his breath against my lips, and it takes everything in me not to move up until there’s nothing between us.
He takes the opportunity to curl his fingers upward just enough that it hits the exact spot I need, and I gasp.
“Emris,” I breathe out as my back arches from the bed. I’m so fucking close, and I’m not sure how much longer I can bite my tongue. I need to come like I need air.
“Goddamn it. Please, Emris, make me come.” I close my eyes in hopes that it’ll ease the embarrassment I can feel tinting my cheeks.
“God, I love hearing how desperate you are for me.” His mouth presses to mine, and his fingers don’t stop their movement this time. He keeps pumping into me until I’m a mess on the sheets. I can feel the wetness from my pussy leaking all under me and down my legs. “Come for me,” he whispers, and I do. I scream my release, but Emris doesn’t stop until I’m panting, and my legs are shaking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says in awe, as if what he just watched was the best thing he has ever seen. “But you stillneed to learn your lesson, Brielle,” Emris states, placing a small kiss on my lips before getting off the bed and standing.
The dim light makes it hard for me to see his face, but I hear the clanking of his belt. Next thing I know, his cock is out, and holy fuck. From this angle, he looks like a fucking god looming over me. A rush washes through me at the mere sight of it. The memories of how he felt in my mouth flood my mind, making me want it again.
