Page 51 of Straightjacket

“Then give me forever to make it up to you.” There’s a quiet plea in my voice, a longing in my eyes as I wait for her to take me back. To claim me as hers once again.

Slowly she pulls my face towards her, her words barely a whisper. “Until the end.” And then she smashes her mouth to mine, forcing a groan to vibrate through my chest as I walk us towards the bed. As soon as my knees hit the mattress, I lay her down, slotting myself perfectly between her legs. My hand roams over her thighs, pulling them higher up my waist to sink deeper into her hold.

She moans softly into my mouth as our tongues tangle together, the both of us discovering each other like it’s the very first time and in some sense, it feels like that, the way my hands trace every line, the way my tongue tastes her unique flavour. My body might have been without her, but my soul kept hanging on, refusing to let go.

“If I don’t have you right now, I think I might die.” She moans out as I kiss along her jaw before dropping down to her neck, my teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. Goosebumps cover her skin and I grin at her desperate plea.

“We can’t have that now, can we? Just tell me one thing...” My words trail off as I lift my head to look at her. A pink hue covers her cheeks, her eyes shining as she waits for my question.

“And what’s the one thing?”

A wicked smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “How many times have you used Davy Jones to get yourself off without me?”

Embarrassment turns her cheeks red, my question causing her eyes to widen in shock. “How did you know about that?”

“Little demon,” I taunt, and push myself further into her, the rough material of my cargo pants grazing against the inside of her thighs. She whimpers at the sensation, and I drop my mouth to her ear. “I think you’re forgetting who I am, of where I lived before you pulled me out of the shadows. I saw the way you took that toy, how soaked you were when you thought of me. I’d never been more jealous of something in my life. Why do you think I pierced myself?”

In a tight grip she fists my hair, eliciting a whimper to slip past my lips.

“So, the big... scary... killer, is jealous of a little sex toy?” She taunts, her voice is filled with seduction, and I groan as she drags her nails across my scalp, causing my eyes to roll back. “What if I told you that every time that I used it, I imagined it was you. How your cock would spread me open until it hurt, how I’d ride it until I came, moaning your name over and over.”

She moans out the last word and I crumble, a desperate fucking need clawing its way through my system– a hunger that only she can feed.

Crawling further up the bed, I wrap my arm around her thigh and flip us both over until I have her on top of me. She squeals at the change in position, a bright smile on her face as she looks down at me. She tosses her hair over one shoulder, and with one hand on her hip I wrap my other around her throat to bring her closer to me.

“To that I would say, set fire to the thing and fuck me instead. Let me be the one who gets you off, the one who has you writhing in pleasure. You know I can be just as good, if not better. So, use me, Iris.” There’s a yearning in my voice as I stare into her ocean eyes. “I’ve made you wait long enough, take what you need from me and let me give you everything that I have.”

There’s a raging fire in her eyes and I know if I get too close, she’ll burn me alive but maybe that’s what I want. To be consumed by her, completely swallowed whole.

Slowly she leans back, my fingers slipping away from her throat as she grabs the hem of her silky pyjama top to lift it up. With every inch a goddess is revealed, a wicked and beautiful creature that no man is ever worthy of witnessing, me included.

Once she’s taken it off, she flings it onto the floor and I find myself staring at her, jaw slacked as I roam my heated gaze over her body.

“So, you want me to use you?” She says, her voice filled with confidence.

“Fuck, yes.” I groan out as she takes my hands and plants them on her thighs before guiding them over her hips, then her stomach until I’m cupping her breasts. With my hands in hers, she kneads her heavy breasts, her body shivering with every swipe of my thumb across her peaked nipples.

There’s an eagerness in my veins, a craving to please her. “Tell me what you need, baby. Let me prove... how good I can be... for you.” My words come out in a broken whimper as she grinds herself across my aching cock, the electric sensation causing my eyes to roll back until I’m seeing stars.

“How badly do you wanna be my good boy?”

There goes that praise kink again.

“God,” I groan through gritted teeth. “So, fucking badly, you have no idea.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, she circles her hips again, a deadly smile spreading across her face.

“Oh, I think I do. I think you want it so, so badly that you’ll do anything for it, won’t you?”

Iris could ask to fuck me in the ass and I’d say yes.

Don’t get any ideas.

Nodding, I grip my lip between my teeth as she forces my hands to squeeze her breasts whilst she grinds harder on me, eliciting a moan of her own to slip past her lips.

“Answer me, baby,” she presses. “What will you do for it?”

Shudders wrack my body. “I... oh fuck, I’ll... do anything.”

Glitter blooms behind my eyes with every grind of her hips and I’m pretty sure that I’m gonna blow my load in my pants. She must witness my turmoil and pauses for a moment, then she moves my hands back to the tops of her thighs before grabbing the hem of my thermal top to pull it up and over my head, leaving me in just my cargos and boots.