Dear God.
“I wonder what you’d look like with my belt around your wrists? On your knees like the good girl you are, taking my cock. Mmm.” His eyes search around the room, and his brow arches when it lands on the small Christmas tree in the corner.
Standing from the bed, he walks to the tree, plucks a thick red satin ribbon from the branches, and turns to me. “How about we play with this instead, Snowflake?”
My heart races when I imagine him… tying me up with that, and my entire pussy throbs in response to the mental picture. A visceral reaction that I couldn’t control even if I wanted to.
God, I am such a slut for this man.
He could play with me however he wanted, and I’d probably agree.
When I nod, he walks back to the bed with the ribbon fisted in his hands, his pants hanging open, the bulge of his cock tenting beneath his briefs.
“On your knees,” he commands, low and rough.
I roll onto my stomach without hesitation and lift up on my hands and knees, hiking my ass high in the air. I can feel his eyes on my ass, on the pulsing spot between my legs, as he comes to a halt behind me. The heat of his body makes me squirm in anticipation of what’s to come.
His hand meets the curve of my hip, sliding to the front of my stomach and up to my breasts, where he pinches my sensitive nipple between his fingers. Taking his time, he rolls the peak between his fingers roughly, then slides his hand higher to my throat, where he grasps lightly, lifting me off my hands till I’m sitting up on my knees.
“Wrists, Snowflake.”
Three syllables is all it takes for wetness to coat my thighs.
Obediently, I put my wrists behind my back, and I feel his fingers brush along the skin inside. He leans forward, gently pressing his fingers to my throat as his lips ghost against the shell of my ear. “If at any time you want me to take the ribbon off, say stop and I’ll remove it. Okay?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it, Emma. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I understand.”
Gathering my wrists in his hands, I feel the soft satin of the ribbon brush against my skin as he fastens it on my wrists, binding them together.
“Good girl. This is for your pleasure,” he murmurs as he lowers me to the bed with my cheek pressed into the mattress. “Feel okay?”
“Yes. Feels perfect.”
He gently spreads my legs apart, and then I feel the hot wash of his breath against my core. I’m so turned on, so needy, so desperate for his touch that I’m not above begging.
Palming my ass, he spreads me open. “Tell me what you need.”
“Your… Your mouth. Please.”
His chuckle vibrates against my skin, and I whimper at the sensation.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
His tongue drags through my wetness from my clit to my ass, lapping at me over and over until I’m writhing, my nails cutting into my palms as I push back against his mouth.
It’s obscene and dirty, the way he’s eating me from behind, my face pressed into the mattress and my hands bound.
I want more.
My back arches when he latches onto my clit and sucks, his teeth scraping against me lightly. It’s a foreign sensation, but it feels so good that I’m already dancing on the edge of an orgasm, and I cry out, unable to keep quiet.
I’m rocking back on my knees, desperate for the pleasure building inside of me. Higher. Higher. Higher.
“I’m going to…” I pant breathlessly. His finger circles my entrance and pushes inside, the blunt pad immediately finding my G-spot and stroking until my vision dances.
Black spots flicker behind my eyes, and my eyelids drop shut.
“God… Jackson…Please.”
He’s fucking me with his finger at the same rhythm that his tongue flicks my clit, swirling his tongue when he sucks it into his mouth.
I come harder than I ever have in my life, on the edge of a blackout, my entire body shaking as he uses his skilled mouth and finger to coax it out of me. He never stops caressing the spot inside of me that prolongs my orgasm until I’m limp and my body feels completely boneless.
It’s… never been this way for me, and somehow, Jackson does it effortlessly.
“I want another from you,” he says. “Can you do that for me, Snowflake?”
Another? Right now, I’m not even sure I can move, but I nod.
I hear the rustle of fabric, and then the bed dips behind me as he gently pulls me up until my back is flush with his front and his fingers are gently pressed against my throat.
A kink I never realized I had until now.
“I want to see you take my cock the way you take my fingers. Stretching around me while I fill you with my cum.”
Using his free hand, he drags the thick head of his cock through my pussy lips, coating his length with wetness, once, then again before he rocks his hips, rutting against my clit. The sensation causes my back to arch, and at that moment, he thrusts to the hilt inside me, both of us groaning in unison.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, dropping his lips to my neck and sucking at the sensitive skin below my ear. I shiver as he withdraws his cock and surges forward again, thrusting hard. With each slap of his hips, my breasts sway, and I ache to reach up and touch my nipples.
He reaches to my front, circling my clit roughly, the sound of our hips meeting reverberating around us, creating an obscene symphony that sends me barreling toward an orgasm I wasn’t sure I could have. Not after the one he’s already coaxed from me.
This man has learned exactly what my body needs, and he’s using it as the most delicious tool.
With the combination of his hips rocking in rough, deep strokes and the feel of his fingers strumming my clit, I free-fall into pleasure.
I feel him drop his forehead against my shoulder, his teeth finding my skin as he bites down and groans, coming inside of me.
The bite of pain, mixed with pleasure, pulls my body taut as we come together, his hand at my throat and the other still circling my hypersensitive clit until I’m sagging against him, unable to hold myself up any longer.
That’s when I realize, with the thrashing of my heart in my chest, the flutter of my pulse, the ribbon binding my wrists, the feel of his lips along my skin… that there won’t be any going back to how it was before Jackson.
10
jackson
Green is not my color
Light peeks through the heavy velvet curtains, and even though I know it’s time to get up so we can get back on the road, I want to stay in the warmth of this bed with Emmie’s naked body wrapped around me. I want to pretend like this stupid damn party doesn’t exist and that once we leave, real life isn’t going to come crashing back in.