Page 52 of Straightjacket

As soon as she drops it on the floor, her hands find mine once again and she pins them above my head, eliciting a sharp grunt to slip past my teeth as her stiff nipples graze across my chest.

“Good boys keep their hands where they are, don’t they?” She whispers against my lips and I nod, frantically. “Yeah... they do.”

In a quick attempt to steal a kiss from her, she backs away, leaving me starving for a taste. I feel her shuffle backwards until she’s sitting on my thighs, then my gaze finds hers and I watch through hooded eyes as she slowly begins to unbuckle my belt, the metal clinking together as she pulls the strap free to give her access to the button and zipper.

White heat burns my entire body from the inside out, as Iris yanks open my pants to palm my aching cock over my boxers. With every swipe I moan, and my hands fist the sheets, gathering the soft material between my fingers in a deadly grip.

“Please, please... baby.” I mumble out, a heady moan slipping through the words as she strokes me over the fabric, my cock growing desperate to feel her touch.

“I love when you beg for me, Silas.” Iris breathes out as she tucks her fingers beneath the waistband, dragging them down painfully slowly.

Should we add begging to your rap sheet?

I roll my eyes at the annoying prick in my mind, my thoughts now solely focused on Iris as she wraps both hands around my cock, pumping me with slow, languid strokes. My fingers dig into the sheets, gripping on for dear life, a heavy moan vibrating its way through my chest as she brings me to the edge of heaven.

“Ohhh... pl...ease.” I stutter, my teeth chattering together with every pump and swirl of her hands. Blood rushes to every inch of my body, forcing a dizziness to cloud my mind. “Iris... please, please. I’m gonna... fucking come if you carry on and I don’t wanna... do that in your hands.”

A giggle, light and teasing echoes around the room as she ignores my pleas, pushing me until I’m right on the brink, my toes hanging over the edge and just as I feel the rapid orgasm coiling around my spine, she stops.

“You fucking bi–”

“Finish that sentence and there will be no reward, now say you’re sorry.”

Her demand hits me in the chest, and I drop my gaze to her as she shuffles back onto my lap, nestling my cock beneath her pussy. Through the thin layer of her shorts, I can feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness that’s seeping between her thighs.

“I’m... sorry.” I bite back, but that cockiness that I just had depletes when she rubs herself across the underside of my cock, using me just like I fucking begged her too. “Fuck, I’m sorry... I just, I can’t hold out any longer.”

“I know,” she hums, lifting onto her knees slightly. “I can feel how desperate you are.” Then she pulls her shorts to the side and wraps her hand around my cock, lining the tip up with her entrance. “How much you want to please me.”

Her smooth voice snakes in and out of my ears, my gaze fixated on her pussy as she begins to lower herself down. Inch by inch, my cock disappears, causing my whole body to shake as she bottoms out.

Cock, meet cervix.

Fingers dig into my abs, and I watch as she slowly begins to lift up and down, riding me in languid strokes until I’m ready to explode. Every grind threatens my sanity, every moan that falls out of her mouth pushes me to the brink of insanity until I snap. I release the sheets from my iron grip and sit up, gripping her hips until I leave bruises behind.

Iris yelps, her eyes widening as I drag her back and forth.

“I... I didn’t say–” She stutters, her words tangled up in a whimper.

I cut her off by releasing one hand from her hip and driving it into the back of hair, forcing her head back as I yank at the roots. A frenzy takes over and I drop my mouth to her exposed neck, groaning deeply as she continues to fuck me. “I couldn’t give a fuck what you wanna say, as long as it’s my fucking name that’s coming outta your mouth. I need to hear all the ways that you’ve missed me.”

She whimpers as her hips become erratic— messy and rough, my name a broken moan on her tongue. “Si...las, ohhh f...fuck.”

“That’s it,” I praise against her sweat-slicked skin. “Moan for me, little demon. You’re doing so fucking good.”

A high-pitched groan smashes through her vocal cords, and I slap my hand over her mouth, clamping her nose in process.

“I know my sister is here, but I’d rather her not catch you like this, having your pussy fucked until your creaming all over my cock.”

At the mention of being caught, her skin flushes and she grinds harder, nails digging into my shoulders whilst she struggles for air. Her eyes begin to roll into the back of her head and I leave her there, just teetering on the edge of consciousness.

“Make us both come baby, and I’ll let you breathe again.” I moan against her neck, feeling her walls tighten around me. She bounces up and down, tremors shaking her thighs and when I feel her orgasm edging closer, I release my hand from her face, allowing her to suck in a gulp of air and then she shatters in my arms, the both of us coming apart.

My lungs strain, and I push my face into her chest and pull her closer, gripping onto her like a lifeline as her body vibrates with much needed release. Rapid beats from her heart echo into my ear and I close my eyes, focusing on the sound that I haven’t heard in well over a year.

I use the sound to settle my mind, and I immediately melt into her hold when she runs her hand through my hair, brushing the length away from my eyes.

In the silence I hear her sniffle and I pull back slightly, tipping my chin up to face her.