I reached down to where his cock was straining against his pants. I trace my finger up along the zipper, before pulling it down with agonizing slowness as I lower myself to kneel between his legs.
Ambrose’s head fell back in the chair as I freed his large, silver cock, my breath fanning the tip as my eyes landed on something… shiny?
My eyes widened.
So that is what I had felt…
The tip of his cock is pierced with a small silver hoop, a silver ball at the top.
Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I licked up the length his cock until I reached the piercing. Once I did, I suck the head into my mouth, my tongue flicking between the tip and the piercing.
My efforts were rewarded by Ambrose’s writhing beneath my touch, his hips bucking forward as I took him deeper into my mouth. A pang of pride swelled in my chest at the proof that I could make him feel as undone as he made me, my confidence growing with each moan and whimper I managed to coax out of him.
“Fuck,” he moaned as the chains rattled and scraped against the floor.
Joining him in his pleasure, I moaned around the length of him as I braced my hands on his thighs, my nails digging into his flesh.
“Sorry, Flower,” he growled between labored breaths, “I’m at my limit.”
I looked up at him through my lashes and before I could react, he broke the chains, and his hands were on me. Pulling me off him and lifting me up as he stood, both hands on my ass, he forced me against the wall.
“Did you have fun playing with me?” He asked, slamming me down onto his cock with surprising swiftness that had me gasping for air. My nails scraped up his back as a shocked and breathy moan finally escaped me. “Fuck,” he purred into my ear.
Tears began to well in my eyes as he relentlessly claimed the deepest parts of myself, marking me as his, showering me with his pheromones until my mind was left in a haze.
“You feel so fucking good, Flower.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning too loud as wave after wave of please washed over me again and again at a maddening pace, completely overwhelming my senses.
His claws bit into the reddened skin of ass as he held me in place, as if I ever once thought about escaping him. As if I could even think at all when all my thoughts were completely, utterly consumed with him—the smell of him, the feel of his rough hands clawing at my skin, the sound of his seductive voice.
As if I hadn’t found myself wishing for this.
Wishing for him to claim me.
To ruin me for anyone else.
Harper
Sunlight stretched across Damien’s vinyl floors, warm and slow, as the smell of bacon curled through the air. I moved quietly, flipping the strips of meat, feeling the strange weight of a good mood settle over me.
Today will be a good day, Harper.
Then I heard him coming, his footsteps soft, stopping in the doorway to the washroom.
“You’re up early,” Damien’s voice was rough, stretched thin by a yawn that made him sound half asleep and fully annoyed. “What’s got you so chipper?”
I glanced back over my shoulder, cocking my chin toward the bar stools. “Do Ineedto be in a good mood to make my roommate breakfast?”
His eyes narrowed, suspicious and a little too curious as he eased onto a stool and rested his arms on the counter.
“Just saying, you’re acting… different. Not depressed.”
I slid a plate of eggs and bacon across the island and followed it with a bottle of maple syrup. “Not depressed is suddenly a bad thing?”
“No… ” He watched me drizzle syrup over the bacon like I was some kind of magician. “I know you’ve been seeing someone from the app. Is that what’s going on?”
Meeting his gaze I shrugged, biting into a crispy strip of bacon with a slow, satisfied crunch. “Do the twohaveto be connected?”
