Dorian
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“You didn’t.”
“I did,” Cambria replies seriously.
I shake my head in disbelief. “How did you know?”
Cambria crawls up the bed towards me with a sly smirk. Lucien and Atlas are already gone for the day and it’s Nick’s turn to watch the shop, so I get the whole day to do whatever I want with Cambria. And there are many, many things I’d like to do right about now.
“Lucien’s diary,” she quips as her hands settle on my chest.
I grip her hips as she straddles me, trying to slow her rocking or speed her up, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t want to embarrass myself here, but fuck, she feels good and we’re not even naked yet.
“He doesn’t have a diary,” I argue a minute later, when I remember we’re in the middle of a conversation. Hard to think when all the blood once in my brain has bigger priorities right now.
She winks. “But he has loose lips if you get him drinking. Same thing. And he let slip your obsession with this fandom, so I went shopping.”
It’s a sexier version of the recognizable red dress, but unmistakable. Her hair is twisted into two long braids, now blonde, and chains are wrapped around her arms.
“I can’t believe you dyed your hair,” I breathe, incredulous.
She waves me off. “Temporary, it’ll wash out.”
Grinding myself against her, I arch my hips. “I can’t believe you went that far though. Where did you even get replica chains of this quality? The ends are actually sharp enough to do some damage, not that fake-”
She puts a hand over my mouth. “If you guys are all in, then so am I. You do so much for me so let me do something for you, okay? Now, are you going to keep talking or are we going to put these chains to good use?”
I rumble my approval, brushing aside her hand to kiss her. She trails her palms over my chest and up my arms before tethering one of my wrists to the bedpost, followed by the other. They don’t have the same restraint as rope would, so I could easily slip out if I needed to, but that’s the farthest thing from my mind. I doubt rabid bulls could pull me away if they tried.
She kisses a trail down my chest, licking along the edge of my boxers as she slowly hooks her fingers in the waistband. I lift my hips as she tugs them off and casts them aside, my dick as hard as the steel chains digging into my wrists.
A flick of her tongue across the tip of my cock has me jerking and when she swallows me down, I nearly come right then and there. I grit my teeth as she palms the base, stroking and sucking slowly, like she has all the time in the world.
“Oh hell, gorgeous, if you keep that up you won’t get any fun out of this.”
She hums and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. “On the contrary, I’m getting plenty of enjoyment out of this already.”
Despite her words she lets up, rolling a condom on before straddling my hips. She skipped the underwear, and as she grabs my cock to tease along her slit, I can feel the truth in her words. She’s already so wet, and with a flex of my hips as she guides my length, I bury myself inside of her.
She gasps softly, shifting to find a more comfortable angle. I strain to remain in place as she adjusts, but I shouldn’t have worried. She starts riding me a moment later and I wrap my hands around the chains, gripping them tightly. Her motions are slow at first until she finds a good rhythm and then she picks up speed, one hand on my thigh behind her and the other on my stomach.
“Fuck, I want to touch you,” I groan, straining against my restraints, wanting to work her clit, to be that final thing to tip her over the edge.
“You can take point next time,” she breathes. “Consider this an early birthday gift.”
I bite the inside of my cheek as I try to hold back, to last as long as possible, but she’s making it a damn challenge. One of her hands disappears beneath her skirt, brushing against me as she starts toying with herself. When she starts tightening around me, so close, she leans down and bites at the bend of my shoulder beside my neck. I curse as I start coming, and never once does she slow. She draws out the blissful feeling, and by the end I’m a shuddering mess of hypersensitive nerves.
“Fuck, Cambria,” I mutter, not sure if I mean it as praise or a plea. Either way, I refuse to close my eyes and miss a single moment of this sight despite how worn out I suddenly am.
“Maybe later,” she winks. “But this was about me wanting to do something for you, no strings attached.”
She rocks her hips again before climbing off of me, untangling the chains and tucking them under my bed.
“That was without a doubt the best wakeup call I’ve ever experienced.”
Now free, I take her face in both of my hands and kiss her, hard. Her palms settle on my chest and we stay that way for a moment, just enjoying the brief respite from our lives lately and all of the heavy revelations that have come with it.
