Page 79 of Sparks of Insanity
“Baby, I didn’t get you off yet, come here.”
She flipped both middle fingers at me, as she stormed past, looking adorably pissed off, and just as hot as ever. I followed her out of the room, because I enjoyed badgering her, and I knew it was messed up, but it was part of her penance now.
“Come on, babe. You’re letting it all leak out again. How am I supposed to impregnate you, if you keep letting it slide out?”
Her huffy response turned into a squeak of shock, as I lifted her up and carried her to our bedroom, guiding her back into the restraints, while she took too long to realise what I was up to.
Next I slid her sweatpants off, and shoved some pillows under her hips, lifting her so my cum couldn’t keep escaping.
“Damn… look at all this wastage, baby. I’m going to have to fill you again.” I scooped up the wasted cum, and showed her the mess on my fingers. “I’ll have to shove this back in you too.”
“Ugh, that’s disgusting, Ethan. Will you stop it? And get these damn things off my wrists, or I’ll kick you.” Good point about her feet. I should tie those down again now.
“It goes back up inside you, or you suck it from my fingers, Em. Your choice, baby. See? I’m not a complete monster. You get choices sometimes.”
She glared silently at me, so I lifted my fingers to her lips, and she squeezed them into a thin angry line.
“That’s what I thought, baby. Back inside you where it belongs. Once we know you’re pregnant, I’m going to be using your mouth and ass too. Just don’t want to waste my good stuff right now.”
I eased my fingers back inside that warm pussy of hers, slickness easing my way, which was probably mostly my cumshe’d been wasting. I took my time to keep pushing it back inside her, pressing deep each time so I knew it was getting to its destination.
What if I got her pregnant by fingering her like this? What if the sperm wouldn’t have made it on its own, but I did it with my fingers. What is wrong with my fucking brain these days?!
Ember was writhing on the bed, as my fingers stroked deep over and over.
“Look how much you like this, Ember. You want pleasure too, right? I can get you off now, but then I’m coming inside you again. I’ll stuff you so full of cum, your ovaries will be drowning in it.”
My beautiful girl glared back at me, even as she squirmed and gasped, like she was still pissed, but she also really liked how it felt. It must have been confusing for her to feel, but it was a fucking pleasure to watch.
Are angry orgasms a thing? I think they are, and I’m hooked already. I teased her G-spot as I rubbed on her clit, and felt it from the inside as her orgasm suddenly rippled through her, a ragged moan coming from her lips, while her pussy practically sucked on my fingers. Hot. As. Fuck.
Still, it made me hard again, so I freed my cock, and eased it back inside her, even as her pussy walls were still quivering around me.
“Fuck… baby, that feels so fucking good.”
“Oh god, Ethan. More,” Ember moaned, lifting her hips to meet mine. That’s my girl. Finally, she’s just giving in, and going for the pleasure she knows I’ll give her.
She looked so beautiful in the throes of passion, her skin pink and heated, her eyes going from wide and intense to squeezed tightly shut, and back again. Her pale hair was spread over the pillow, and practically glowing in the light. She’d been so prettyas a goth, but like this, she was like a fucking ethereal elven goddess.
“Fuck,” I groaned, sliding my fingers into that bright hair and tilting her head so I could kiss her, devouring her mouth as I filled her pussy over and over, ramming deep until pleasure burned its way down my spine, and overflowed into her.
43
Ember
Things had changed afterthat visit from my dads, and the way Ethan was with me started to evolve. He wasn’t being quite so dictatorial, and even seemed to be sweet to me, as the evening turned to night, and we returned to that bed after a dinner he cooked for us.
Something had definitely settled between us, and I knew that no matter what my dads said tomorrow, we were never going to be parted.
“Should we run?” I asked Ethan as we snuggled in bed together, naked of course, because easy access was apparently a thing. He sighed, stroking my hair back from my face. He was touching my hair a lot, and I knew the conditioner he’d used after he bleached it had made my hair silky soft, but I also knew the new colour had somehow made him see me differently.
It wasn’t even bothering me as much when he called me Ember now, so maybe it had changed something in me too. I’dhidden from being Ember for so long, hidden behind the mask of makeup, and tattoos, and the dark hair, and now I felt oddly free. Maybe he’d done this to try and break my spirit a little, but I think it had done the opposite instead.
“Ethan?”
“Probably. I don’t know. I like this place, even though so much bad stuff happened here. It feels like the place I was reborn, or something weird like that. What do you want to do? I mean, your choices are limited, just to be clear. Stay here with me, go somewhere else, also with me, or die with me. There’s no option where you get to be away from me.”
It shouldn’t have sounded comforting to me, not at all, but he felt like home to me. He’d been my teacher, and he’d nurtured me through those angry desperate days when I thought I’d never achieve anything. He’d become my rock, and my support, and of course I’d fallen for him, who wouldn’t? He was all that, and sexy as hell.
