Page 45 of Straightjacket

Fire swarms the icy storms in his eyes and I melt into his hold as he drags his lips across my jaw, the sensation of his beard scraping across my sensitive flesh ignites a scorching flame in my stomach and I whimper softly at the sound of his voice.

“I don’t think there will ever be a time where your charm doesn’t work on me, little demon. You could demand anything of me, and I’d do it without hesitation.” My body shudders as he licks the shell of my ear, the deep sound of his breathing, simmering across my skin.

“If you want me to taste you, to savour every fucking inch of you until I have you squirming in my arms, then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll have you seeing the heavens above, baby, and when you’re ready to meet me in hell, I’ll be down there on my knees waiting for you. So, tell me, right here, right now, is that what you want?”

Good fucking Lord do I want that.

Turning my head slightly, I brush my lips across his ear. “Take me down to hell, Silas. Right where we belong.”

Imight be slowly bleeding out, but not even death will stop me from having my girl’s pussy. Regardless of where we are or what we’ve been through, I’ll never deny her.

Cupping the back of her neck, I bring her lips to mine in a heated kiss. One that’s full of longing and desire, a kiss that I’m determined to savour until my very last breath. I want this moment to burn itself into my soul, so that I’ll always remember her this way.

Iris moans into my mouth as I pull her back down the hallway I just came through, then into an empty office before kicking the door shut behind me. She giggles into my mouth and I groan, the sound of her laughter causes fireworks to explode in my chest and I pull her closer, my hands eager to trace her entirely.

With a firm grip on her hips, I push her backwards until she hits the desk, her hands landing firmly on the surface to balance herself.

“Silas,” she moans heavily against my mouth and I grin, tasting my name on her lips like a forbidden fruit.

“I’m right here, little demon. It’s just you and me.” I reassure her, whilst my hands find the zipper at the front of her jumpsuit to pull it down. Inch by inch her blood-speckled, ivory skin is revealed– a goddess in human form, standing before me. I trail my heated gaze over her, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way she arches her heavy breasts towards me, eager for my touch and I could never deny us both of that.

Once I have the jumpsuit unzipped, I place my uninjured hand onto her stomach, causing her to tremble slightly before trailing up the valley between her breasts. The handcuff that’s still attached to my wrist grazes against her heated flesh, she whimpers at the cold sensation of the metal. I continue the path upwards, running my fingers over her collar bones then I slip my hand underneath the jumpsuit, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal my prized possession.

With hooded eyes, I look her up and down. “So, help me God, if anyone ever saw you, the way I get the privilege of seeing you I’d burn this fucking earth until it was nothing but ash.” A darkness seeps into my words, a deadly possession coursing through my veins for this woman.

Not even death could pry her out of my grip. There’s no force on earth strong enough to take Iris away from me. I’ve claimed her for my own, from the very first moment I laid eyes on her until the hands of time stop ticking, I will own her.

“I’m meant for your eyes only, Silas. Everything that I am belongs to you.” She whispers, keeping her palms flat on the desk as I close the small gap between us, my hips pushing slightly against her stomach.

“And I’m yours, don’t ever forget that.” I say, then before she has the chance to question my words, I slam my mouth back onto hers, choosing to focus on what’s right in front of me– not what lies before me outside of this office.

The kiss quickly turns heated and I waste no time in wrapping my arm around her waist to lift her from the desk and spin her around, her back firmly planted against my chest. She writhes in my hold as I drag my hands from her hips and up towards her breasts, kneading them roughly in my hands. A throbbing pain blooms across my fingers but the sound of her whimpered moans sends all that agony away, just like it always does.

Lowering my head, I kiss across her shoulder whilst my fingers pinch and twirl the barbells in her nipples, causing her to tremble in my arms. Erotic cries slip past her parted lips, and she rolls her head across my chest, my name coming out in heated pleas.

“Please... Silas, I...”

“I’ve got you, baby.” I murmur into her ear. “Be my good girl and bend over for me.” The soft demand hits exactly where it should and she splays herself across the desk, the palms of her hands planted firmly at the side of her head as I begin to work the jumpsuit down over her round ass. Immediately my mouth begins to water, a painful hunger surging through my system as I take every inch of her in. She arches her back slightly, a wicked torture to get me to fold, and fold I do.

Gripping her hips, I kick her legs open wider, forcing the stiff material of the jumpsuit to stretch over her thighs whilst I dip two fingers into my mouth before bringing them to her desperate cunt, swirling her clit in gentle circles. Wetness instantly pools around my fingers, her slick arousal dripping into the palm of my hand.

A guttural groan vibrates from her chest, and I watch as she drags her nails across the desk, the pressure of my fingers getting deeper as I stroke her from clit to hole.

“That’s it,” I coo. “Moan for me, show me who owns you.”

Her legs begin to quiver as I work her into a frenzy whilst my cock aches to feel her, to have her wrapped around me until all I know is her. Until every atom inside my body is merging with hers.

Iris clamps her eyes shut as I probe her opening whilst I begin to unzip my jumpsuit to pull out my cock, stroking my jittering fingers over every barbell, matching the movements of my other hand as I slowly dip my fingers inside of her.

“Fuck, Silas... please, I can’t... I can’t wait.” Desperation coats every word and I slip my fingers further inside, curling them in languid strokes.

“How badly do you want me?” I grit through my teeth as I thrust my hips, forcing my cock to slip through my hand. Stars bloom across my eyes as the barbells skim across my fingers.

“Fucking bad!” She cries out in frustration, slamming her palm onto the table and I chuckle, dryly. Her irritation sends my ego skyrocketing because there’s only me who could ever fulfil her needs. There’s only me who could bring her right to the edge of insanity, and there’s only her who will catch me when I fall right into that insanity with her.

I continue to pump my fingers inside of her then I slip them out before lining myself up, watching as the tip of my cock nudges at her opening.

“Open up for me, baby. Let me all the way inside of you. Fucking consume me.”