Page 59 of Against the Autumn Pines
“The longer you make me wait, the longer this will continue, Ember, and you know exactly what I mean by that.”
I wanted to growl at him while also purring like a god damn cat at his feet. When he looked at me likethat? I struggled to remember why I was even angry in the first place. I’d hit him, full on slap across the face. Not that I regretted it when those ignorant words fell from his perfect lips.
He wouldn’tallowme to fuck other people? Had he lost his mind?
I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to betoldwhat I could and couldn’t do either.
Was I being childish? Yes.
Did I give a fuck? No.
I slowly lowered myself to my knees—not because he told me, but because I wanted this. I wanted to let it all go and just exist in this space with him. The eye contact never broke, and somehow that made this that much hotter.
“Where is the box?” he asked once I was settled on my knees in front of him. His tone was calm as he looked around my bedroom. I swallowed as my thighs clenched together.
“Under the bed, other side,” I replied, my voice quiet now, some of the previous edge lost as I thought about what was to come.
Watching as he walked around the bed and pulled out the black box full of toys, I waited. It was too dark in here to see what he was picking out, but I didn’t care. Everything in that box we’d agreed on together, so I knew I’d be fine with anything he brought out to play.
“Close your eyes, Ember,” he said, his voice gentle, but it held the pure dominance I desperately wanted from him right now. I listened, my eyes closing without another thought, my body still and waiting. I released a slow breath through my nose as he pulled my hair back and over my shoulders, only to place a cool silk blindfold over my eyes, forcing everything to go dark.
I felt him take a step back, the heat from his body disappearing, and I knew he was looking me over. Ensuring I wasexactly what he envisioned. “Fuck, little flame. You’re a vision.” I listened as he walked away again, only to come right back. “Arms behind your back.”
“But—”
“No,” he interrupted. “Arms behind your back. You want to be a brat instead of talking to me and explaining what’s going on in that pretty head of yours? What happens to brats?”
I swallowed down my nerves and my response with it as I put my arms behind my back for him. Seconds later, I could feel a zip tie being pulled tight around my wrists, a small gasp escaping my lips as the plastic restraint dug into my skin.
“Perfect. Part your thighs slightly for me.” I followed his instruction and felt the heat of his body return as he stood in front of me. “Look up, Ember,” he whispered.
My head tipped back, my gaze looking towards the ceiling—if I could see. My heart rate picked up as the sound of a phone camera clicked a few times. “Fuck. I don’t know if my little whore has ever looked this good. Do you know what’s missing?”
I shook my head, and he chuckled. “Mascara streaks and smudged lipstick. I’ve been thinking about it all damn night since you walked through that door in that little glittery silver number. And fuck, these heels Ember? Dressed to kill tonight. Though I imagine you only had one man in mind tonight.”
Attempting to calm my breathing, I listened as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Shuffling movements around me, and I tried to bite back the groan. Watching him undress was one of my favorite things, and I wanted toseehim.
“Mouth open, tongue out like my good little whore.”
I shifted uncomfortably for a moment, trying to find a spot that didn’t make me want to rage. When I finally felt like I could settle, I parted my lips, my tongue out, and my face lifted towards him.
Another shutter sound and I wanted to scream, but I tried to remain quiet and still.
“Hm, my good girl,” he hummed. “How wet are you right now, little flame?”
“Wyatt,” I growled, my frustration mounting at an expedited rate.
He chuckled. “Damn, my name sounds good on your lips.”
Before I could say something smart back, his cock was there, the tip gliding across my bottom lip. I stuck my tongue back out, eager and ready for fewer words and more actions. Leaning forward slightly, I took the tip into my mouth, a quiet groan sounding from above me.
“Fuck I can’t wait to ruin you, Ember,” he grunted. I could tell his teeth were clenched, and his breathing was getting heavier as I took more of him into my mouth. His fingers ran into my hair along the bottom of my neck, and he pulled me back down to a seated position.
“Forever the most eager slut, aren’t you. Hold still,” he growled. “Mouth open, tongue out, relax your throat.” I could feel myself trying to move closer to him as I did what he asked, and he chuckled. “You’re like a goddamn dog waiting for a treat, Ember. Maybe I need to give you something to keep you still and full.”
He pulled away, and I let out an audible whine. He was only gone a few moments before he came back. “Stand up and follow me,” he said gently, his hand taking my shoulders as he pulled me slowly through the bedroom. “Panties off, please.”
I stood still a moment, trying to process why he’d askthat, but I stepped out of them, as he pushed them down my hips.
