Page 68 of Against the Autumn Pines
She started grinding her pussy against my now fully erect cock, and she flicked her tongue over the metal bar through my nipple.
“Can I touch you?” I asked, though it felt like more of a growl with a side of begging. Ember had been on top before, but this was the first time it felt like this was her show. She was in charge, and I was nothing more than her loyal subject, ready to beg on my knees for her attention.
She smirked down at me. “Maybe later. Try to relax there, Carragan. I’m sure you’ll find release along the way.”
As she slowly rubbed her pussy back along my shaft, my hips jerked. “Fuck me, Ember.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes. Leaning up, I thought she was going to rearrange us like I’d told her to, but no. Instead, she grabbed my wrist and shoved it above my head, cuffing me to the headboard.
“Are you fucking with me?” An arched brow was the extent of the shocked look she’d get from me right now.
She shrugged. “You left it there, and I already moved the key.” She was right. I’d tossed one of the cuffs back in the box when we’d used them, but then she’d walked across the room naked, and I followed her instead of finishing with the cuffs. “I’ll allow you one hand. Thank me nicely and maybe I’ll sit on your face.”
“Ember, don’t be a brat,” I growled.
She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. “Oh I’ll show you a brat, Carragan. Don’t worry.”
Swinging her leg over, she hopped off the bed. Her perfect little ass bouncing as she did.
“Where are you going?” I questioned, but instead of responding, she just shrugged. Reaching under the bed, she pulled our box out and then held up the other cuff in her dainty hand. “No.”
“My show now, not yours. Other arm up, or I’m leaving you here for the rest of the day, and this bed? It’s an antique. They don’t make shit like this anymore. Good luck getting off of it.” I looked up at the wrought iron bed frame and let out a sigh. She wasn’t wrong. I’d need a damn soldering iron to escape this bed. I raised my free hand up by the other and waited. “Good boy,” she said with a giggle.
“You wait, little flame,” I muttered.
She didn’t look the least bit worried. “Eh, I love your punishments, so excuse me if I’m not too worried about it.Bring it on, darling. Now, we have about an hour for some fun before I need to go to work. What can I accomplish in that time?”
I watched as Ember pulled the rest of the comforter off the bed and tossed it in the far corner of the bedroom, leaving me completely naked, cuffed across the middle of her bed. My cock pulsing in the air while I gritted my teeth and waited. Logically, I knew that if I told her no, to un-cuff me, she would. I’d call the safe word, and she’d drop this act in a moment.
But I’dnevergiven up my control to anyone, least of all a sexual partner. So while I was uncomfortable at the unknown of it all, I also wanted to see her shine. She needed this right now. To have a slice of control while she didn’t have one anywhere else.
I cleared my throat, pushing back the nerves. “I vote you seat yourself on my cock and then we’ll discuss the next steps.”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she let out a small chortle. “Oh I’m sure. We’ll get there. Maybe.”
“Where are you going?” I yelled as she walked out of the bedroom, but she just waved her hand at me. “I’m so going to fuck that ass after I spank it red,” I muttered to myself, my head plopping back down on the pillow beneath me.
She walked back through a few moments later, and she sat one of her dining room chairs beside the bed, facing me, only to walk back to the other side of the bed again.
“What? Are you going to read me a bedtime story?” I asked sarcastically.
“You truly are not good at just relaxing, are you?” she shot back.
Instead of replying, I just stared up at the ceiling. She had no idea hownot goodat being out of control I was. I watchedher from my peripheral view as she pulled something out of the box and then sat back down in the chair she’d placed next to me. She leaned back, and then I saw the purple in her hand.
“Fuck me, little flame,” I muttered beneath my breath.
“Yes?” she asked, though her voice was breathy now as she leaned back in the wooden chair, her legs wide and the monster dildo in her hand. The tip of it was swirling around in the pool of wetness already there.
I forced myself to breathe, even as my cock ached to impale her right now. Teasing little vixen.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Ember, please.”
She smirked, her head back, a breathy moan coming from her lips as the tip of the toy went inside of her. “Beg,” she whispered.
My teeth ground together, and I jerked against the cuffs, the iron bed frame laughing at me in the form of jingling cuffs.
“Beg, Wyatt. Tell me how much you want to see me fuck myself on this toy you picked out. Maybe if you beg prettily enough, I’ll make sure to finish on your cock.”
