“Come on, princess. I know you need more than that.”
The draw intensifies, moving through me like wildfire before pulsing between my legs, and I grip the edge of the desk as my own pace grows brutal.
“Fuck,” I grind out, unable to say much else.
“Are you?” she asks breathlessly.
I only manage to grunt in response.
If she could see me now, she would know.
Bent over the bureau, fisting my dick in my hand, practically rabid.
Only Iris can do that.
“More,” I mutter. “Take more.”
She does as she’s told, but I can still sense she’s holding back, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from telling her to take it all.
“Oh my gods!” she shouts. “Can you slow it down?”
“It’s all you, baby.”
It would slow if she wanted it to. But we both know she prefers a rough rhythm. Hard enough to bruise.
“Elliot!” She squeals, a tone of panic in her voice. “Make it stop! It’s too much! I think I’m about to?—”
Her power grows fervent, and I growl as I realize what’s happening.
“Iris, don’t you dare.”
But she’s no longer listening.
“I’m-I’m…” Her words tangle, then altogether cease as her voice pitches higher, and she sucks in a breath. “Ah!”
“Iris Olivia Ashbourne, if you squirt in my bed while I’m not there, I will kill myself.”
She cries out, the sound muffled as she pleads for me.
But there’s nothing I can do.
Every sound she makes is strangling me little by little. And I’m left choking as I stroke myself to the sound of her orgasm.
I come in my hand, teeth clenched, body shaking so hard I think I black out for a moment.
If I die here, that’d be fine with me. I just hope Vanessa isn’t the one to find me lying on the floor with my dick in my hands.
When I recover, Iris is breathing hard, but she manages to squeak out three quiet words.
“I hate you,” she says between sharp inhales.
Her words bring a smile to my face.
“I know, baby.”
I find a spare piece of parchment, using it to clean myself off as I wait for her to catch her breath. It takes her a few minutes before she can utter anything other than quiet grunts, and I drop down in the desk chair, too tired to keep myself standing.
“I-I made a mess,” she says, voice quiet in my ear.
