Jesus fuck.
Emris brings his hand to his hard cock and strokes it lightly a few times.
“Soon,I’ll fuck you hard with my cock and not just my fingers.” He looks down at me, and I see so much hunger. “Soon, I’ll fuck you so deep, you’ll feel me for a week straight.” He breathes through his nose deeply before continuing. “Every time you stand, that sweet pain between your legs will fill your mind with thoughts of me until all you can think of is how amazingImade you feel.” My pussy pulses, and if he wanted to fuck me right now, I don’t think I’d be able to tell him no. I wouldn’twantto tell him no.
Emris opens his mouth, and I watch as spit drips down his tongue and falls to the tip of his cock. His hand moves up his shaft, rubbing the spit all over the length and tip. He lets out a low moan as his head falls back. I can’t tear my eyes away from him as he strokes himself over and over again, my name rolling off his tongue moments before his eyes meet mine.
“Do you wish it was you I was fucking instead of my fist?” His voice comes out less controlled. “Answer me, Brielle,” he demands but I ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my answer. When I don’t answer, he lets out a small laugh before his strokes become more intense.
“Is this the only way you can get off? By tying women to the bed and edging them?” I ask, and he looks over my whole body before answering me.
“Only you, baby.” He lets out a deep moan before warm liquid hits my skin. Emris comes all over my chest, some making its way onto my face. I pull against my restraints, trying to get up, but I can’t fucking move.
Emris puts himself away before leaning down and running the tip of his finger through his cum.
“You’re a fucking masterpiece. My cum covering you is the prettiest painting I’ve ever seen.” When his fingers are coated with cum, he brings it to my lips, and as if my body is betraying me, my mouth parts, and I wrap my lips around his fingers and suck. The taste of him bursts on my tongue.
“I hope next time you’ll lose some of that pride and give in faster. We both know this is for you just as much as me.” With that, he walks toward the door, leaving me chained to the bed.
“Emris! Fucking let me out of these!” I yell at him. He begins whistling as he turns off all the lights and exits the room. A key scrapes against the doorknob, locking me inside. I’m alone, covered in his cum until he decides to let me go.
24
EMRIS
LeavingBrielle to herself last night was harder than I expected. Every instinct in me wanted more. I wanted to watch her come undone, but I held back. I won’t cross that line until she’s certain she’s ready, until there’s no hesitation or regret that might come later. When we finally go all the way, it will be because she’s ready, and I can live with that.
I went back in there a few hours later to find her fast asleep, only to wake her up so I could clean her up. She didn’t say a single word to me the whole time, even as I watched her visibly relax when I was washing her body, but she’s still pissed at me. Part of me doesn’t mind, because I don’t see her pulling that shit again, and the other half of me is still fucking turned on.
Now we’re on our way to Jamestown—a smaller town on the outskirts of Washington—and the silence in the car is almost suffocating. The hum of the tires against the asphalt, usually a somewhat comforting sound, now just feels like it’s mocking me. Brielle’s in the passenger seat, staring out the window with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her entire posture screams “leave me alone.”
Fine, message received.
I’m not in any kind of mood to deal with her attitude, not when the pressure of finding Susie is still hovering over me like a dark storm cloud.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white, but the ache in my hands is a distraction from the storm inside me. I glance at her from the corner of my eye again. She’s utterly still, gaze fixed on the passing scenery as if the tall pine trees outside are more interesting than anything I could say.
The tension in the car crawls all over my skin. The air is thick with everything we aren’t saying. My jaw clenches as I swallow the urge to snap, to demand she stop acting like I don’t exist, but it won’t get me anywhere. It would only make things worse. At least Carson was smart enough to take his own car.
I think that helped calm Brielle enough to keep her under control. She doesn’t seem to hate Carson, but she’s mad at him for everything that went down after she stole my car, and she’s clearly still pissed at me for tying her to my bed.
The silence is irritating me the longer we drive, so I flick on the radio, in hopes it’ll fill the void. Some love song spills through the speakers about a couple coming together and fighting, and a laugh slips out before I can stop it. She shoots me a glare.
“Jesus Christ. What the fuck is wrong with you, Brielle?” She doesn’t even acknowledge me. It’s like I’m fighting with a goddamn statue.
I slam my palm against the steering wheel; the sharp sound cuts through the car. Brielle flinches and looks over, shock lingering in her green eyes.
“You can’t fucking ignore me forever, Brielle,” I say, loosening my grip and taking a deep breath. “We are stuck in this car for another hour, you know.”
Her lips press into a thin line as she looks back out the window, not even whispering a single word to me. The silence that follows is loud. “Fine,” I mutter. “Be that way, but remember—I always win in the end.”
The road stretches out ahead of us, endless and unchanging. Just like the distance between us.
An hour later,we’re finally here. The hotel towers above us, the glass reflecting the evening light that’s basically gone now and is well over twenty stories. It looms over us like a monument to everything I wish this trip wasn’t turning into. I wish we were here forus. For me to pamper her the way she deserves, but not this time. I have too many important things hanging over my head, too many things I need to take care of while we are here.
Brielle climbs out of the car as soon as we roll to a stop. Her steps seem a tad lighter than before, and by the way she looks around, taking in the giant hotel before us, she seems too enthralled by the hotel to be mad.
I grab the bags from the trunk, not wanting anyone else to touch her stuff, and slam it closed before handing the keys off to the valet driver. He gives me a nod and thanks before I walk to the automatic doors.
