Page 95 of Our Broken Pieces
“I know. I’m trying to give you the space to do that. But just know, you can always open up to me, too.”
He nods, my hand still moving along his length. His hands cup my cheeks, His forehead to mine. “I just want to be better for you, G.”
“Don’t you realize you’re already enough? I don’t need you to be better. I just need you to open up a bit.”
“I’m working on it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now fuck me before I throw a fit.”
He laughs, bringing his lips to my ear. “Turn around, hands on the tile.”
I turn from him, my hands on the cold porcelain in front of me. Marcus adjusts the showerhead to spray over us, then places his hand on my pussy, fingers circling my clit.
“Marcus, give me your cock, please.”
“This wet little cunt is impatient this morning.” His movements stay steady.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
“Have you missed my cock? God knows I’ve missed this pussy.” His fingers press into my clit harder, and I push backinto his hand. “One weekend inside of you and now it’s all I think about.”
He turns off the shower and picks me up, holding my ass firmly with his hands. “I want you in my bed.”
He lays me down on the duvet. “We’re getting the bed all wet.”
“It’s Sunday. We have to change the sheets, anyway.” He climbs on top of me, placing kisses along my neck, down to my breasts, licking up the water droplets along the way, while sliding two fingers inside me. My hips rock against his hand. He angles his fingers, and they brush against my g-spot. My back arches, and I feel like I don’t fit in my skin. Fuck, how does he find it every time?
I close my eyes. “Let me come on your cock, please.”
“Love it when you use your manners.” He grabs his dick, running it over my clit, then guides himself inside me.
“Fuck, Marcus, you feel so good.” He uses slow, shallow movements at first, then starts thrusting deep and hard.
He raises up, looking down at me. He steadies on one hand as he pushes two fingers into my mouth. I suck and his eyes stay focused on my lips. I reach down and move my fingers against my clit. The need to come is too much right now.
Marcus removes his fingers from my mouth to slap my hand away. “Always so impatient. We need to break you of that.” He slides out of me, sitting back on his heels. My eyes open wide at the loss of the fullness. He fists his dick, his hand slowly stroking his length. “Do you think you’d be alright with being restrained?”
My mind screams ‘fuck yes I am’, but quietly, I tell him, “I’m okay with that.”
“And what do yellow and red mean?” His eyes are shining, a grin forming on his lips.
I attempt to calm my pulse before answering. “Yellow means pause and red means stop.”
“My perfect princess.” His grin grows as he leaves the mattress, moving around the bed with calm purpose, leaning down at each corner to pull up the beloved straps that I’ve thought of more than I like to admit in the past few weeks.
He stands by my right foot, strap in hand. “Flat on your back, arms and legs out.”
I follow his directions and he begins to place the cuff around my ankle, securing it. His eyes find mine. “Is that comfortable?”
Silently, I give a nod. My approval prompts him to continue to the other corners, securing the cuffs around my other ankle and my wrists. The silence in the room while he confidently works is like a blanket of anticipation broken only by the sound of the nylon cuffs fastening. My body becomes a mess of nerves and arousal that is hard to control.
When he’s done, he steps back, standing at the foot of the bed. His gaze rakes over me, lingering at every curve, every vulnerable angle. “How do you feel?” he asks, his voice softer now.
“Like a sex goddess,” I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks.
“Perfect.” His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he climbs onto the mattress, settling between my spread legs. His hands, rough and warm, rest on my thighs, sliding up and down with a maddening slowness. “You look incredible like this, G. Open, exposed, entirely mine. It’s like your body is a playground built just for me.”
His hands explore me with unrelenting care, mapping every inch of skin. My breaths quicken, my body alive. Every nerve hums, every inch of me begging for more. “Prince…” I manage, my voice a shaky plea.
