Page 83 of My Rose

“Briggs,” I pulled back from our kiss, blinking as I looked around. We were in a smaller room within the same warehouse, judging by the corrugated walls and the gym equipment around us. A metal barspread ominously above my head, where two thick, black straps with narrow holes at the ends dangled about a foot apart from each other.

“I’ve got you,” Briggs replied, taking my hand and fitting it through one of the loops. I looked down at the floor as he worked on the other, making my legs tighten around his waist for support. Behind Briggs was a black bench, and the frame around the bar led me to believe this setup had once been a weight bench—only, I’d never seen a weight bench with so many straps coiled around the ends and more than one bar to support those straps. Suspended on a bar behind and above Briggs were slightly longer straps, one at each end of the pole. “Now it’s your turn, Rose. Yes or no? Do you still want me?”

I arched a brow at him, glancing between my wrapped wrists and his eyes that glinted even in the dimly lit room. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, knowing exactly what those other two straps would be supporting if I agreed.

When I fuck you, it will hurt.

When I fuck you, Rose baby, I won’t be gentle.

When I fuck this perfect little cunt of yours, I want to hear you scream as I fill you, over and over again.

He squeezed my ass firmly, and I whimpered in his hold, rolling my wrists against their restraints. “I told you what this would be like, Rose. I showed you some of my preferences. But, here’s the thing.” He reached between us, rolling my nipple between his fingers, then tugging it down sharply as I let out a moan. “I know you’re going to love every damn second of it.”

“Will it reallyhurt?”

“Yes.” His breath was warm against my ear as he continued, “But only because it’s your first time. These straps aren’t designed to hurt you, baby. But my body might not be the most accommodating to someone as tight as you.” One of his hands slid over my ass, and when he reached my thong, he tugged it to the side, pushing his finger inside my weeping pussy. I moaned as he growled in my ear. “So fucking tight. You’ll be sore, and you might bleed, but I’ll make sure you end up enjoying the way I fill you. The way I’m going to pump my cum inside you until it’s leaking into a puddle on the floor.”

I whimpered again and nodded fervently against his shoulder. “Yes. Yes, I want you.”

He removed his finger and slid one hand down at a time, looping the final two straps around my ankles before letting them fall until the straps stopped my legs from falling further below his hips. I felt like I was sitting in an invisible chair, the straps on my wrists closer to the bar above me than the leg straps were to the bar above them.

“Has this always been here?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the way my wrists were rubbing on the straps. He moved to support my body with his hands again, cupping my ass and slapping each side with a loud clap that had me moaning like a crazed animal.

“I set this up for me and you to use the night of the bonfire, knowing I couldn’t stop at just kissing you.” He cupped my chin and squeezed my cheeks together as he said, “No other woman is ever going to have my cock other than you. Do you hear me? My body is yours”—he let the straps support me briefly as he stepped backand slapped my pussy roughly, forcing a cry from my lungs—“just as much as every part and curve of your body is mine.”

“Mhmm,” was all I could let out.

He stepped back into me, gripping the fabric of my panties and ripping them in half, then snapping the flimsy string from around my waist.

“I liked those!”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” he replied, taking his cock in one hand and slapping my pussy with it, my arousal spreading along his length with obscene noises that only made me more wet for him. I tensed up as he paused, thinking he was about to surge into me, but instead, he leaned back and situated the bench between my spread legs, then took a seat at the end, right in front of my parted center.

“So pretty.” Briggs started licking and sucking up the length of my thigh, then moved to the other, forming red circles in his wake, marking me as his and his alone. When he reached my parted slit, his breath was the only indicator of how close he was to devouring me whole as I let my head fall back with the sensations.

“Briggs,” I moaned, grabbing onto what I could of the strap, trying to lift my body to sway closer toward his waiting mouth.

I could hear the smirk on his lips. “You greedy, desperate little thing.”

“Please,” I begged.

“The only thing sweeter than you begging for my tongue is the way your cunt is dripping already for me. And, Rose baby, I’m too parched to deny you.” His mouth went to work, devouring me—licking and biting my clit as his hands held up myass, guiding my suspended body closer to his face. My legs trembled as he brought me to the edge faster than I expected. He paused his torment and guided his fingers into me leisurely. “Those straps make you desperate for my cock, don’t they?”

“Yes,” I answered without regret, knowing this was what I’d wanted that day when he all but feasted on me on his pool table.

“Then come for me. Soak my mouth and tongue, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Chapter 30

Rose

“Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.” ? Ovid

Briggs didn’t relent. His stubbled jaw rubbed against my sensitive skin as he nipped along the crease of my thighs, switching between giving me his euphoric mouth where I wanted him most to where it teased me more. His fingers curled and stroked me like his own personal instrument that only he knew how to play,and he played it well—so well that I almost wanted to reciprocate his words vocally. I wanted to tell him that my body was his, too. That I was his. But the words stopped every time they came to the surface, my breath abandoning me as Briggs sucked my clit into his mouth.

“Briggs, I can’t—” My throat felt like it was seizing as my legs trembled harder, and instead of stopping, he started pressing harder on that spot low in my belly. With his fingers still working, he stood up from the bench and stared down at me, his blond hair falling over his forehead, unable to shield his eyes from finding mine as I came undone for him.

“That’s it, Rose.” He smirked and descended upon my pussy as I writhed in his hold, his fingers digging into my ass to keep me from wiggling too much as faint white dots spotted my vision. I felt like I was going to pass out from the way my body started to seize, none of it within my control. Tossing my head back, I let loose a guttural cry, the tightness in my core exploding into fragments.

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