by CORY CYR
Wait. What? Where in the hell was my jewelry? I didn’t see it. Maybe I needed to get closer. It was hard to visualize at this angle. Aw, son of a bitch, where is that fucking ring? The hell with that. There was no way I was asking her about it, knowing it was probably the reason I was manacled to my bed like a slave. I’d save that inquiry for another day.
This wasn’t sensual; this was fucking torture. My cock was killing me because my rings felt squeezed.
“Uncuff me. Let me relieve you. Jesus, Ellery, allow me to give us both pleasure. I need to be inside you,” I pleaded. This woman had succeeded where no one else had. I’d never begged for anything, ever. Of course, she did have me at a disadvantage.
“Maybe later,” she retorted in icy sarcasm.
I hissed and struggled as she tugged down my pajama pants as I lay on the bed. My dick stood in proud salute. I thought about what I’d done to her and everything I’d said. She could actually hurt me right now. This bitch could turn me into a eunuch.
She crawled beside me and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.
“Ah. Christ.” My emotions fell somewhere between lust and panic, and my stupid cock couldn’t distinguish between the two.
“Even he can’t help you now. You brought this one on yourself by misjudging who I am as a human being and a woman. Whatever happens, count yourself responsible.”
She was toying with the rings. Dear God, do not let her rip them from my dick.
She was right; I had fucked with the wrong person. Who knew she’d turn out to be a psycho stepmother?
My entire body tightened like a bow as she began to lick around my crown. To be honest, I could have exploded right then. Her lips felt so good, and I had anticipated this for weeks. The tip of her tongue traced underneath the rim of the head, then began sucking on my piercing. I didn’t deserve this pleasure.
Okay, fuck it. I did deserve this. We both did.
I hungered to touch her. I began to salivate just thinking about tasting her, lancing her tender flesh with my tongue.
With snakelike precision, she wrapped her tongue around the middle of my cock as one hand cupped my balls and stroked my sack, her fingers flirting with my lorum. As she licked her way up to my engorged head, I was now in my own euphoric world. I felt my eyes go half lidded as her mouth fully engulfed me. The feeling was too intense. I swelled extensively as she skimmed her teeth against the crown, making my sack taut and my balls tingle. She planned to swallow me.
I struggled to get loose, knowing it was a losing battle. I was hers now. She had me. My heart began to beat rapidly as I felt my orgasm slam through my body and filter into her mouth. Ellery’s cheeks hallowed out as she pumped and sucked. Between her throaty vibrations and my moans, I almost lost my mind.
When she finished, she grabbed the edge of the comforter and wiped her mouth. She dabbed at glossy lips as though she just completed a five-star meal—not to boast. My stepmother had fucked me with her mouth, and I mean she hadn’t missed a drop.
I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, trying to regain my composure.
“What shall we do now?” she murmured in a sultry voice I hadn’t heard before. She trailed her fingernail around my right nipple, tapping on the metal bar, then followed a path down to my happy trail. I had created an insatiable monster. My cock was still wet with her saliva and my come as her finger touched my hairline. She didn’t even have to fondle it; my dick now had its own agenda.
“Please, Ellery, remove the cuffs so I can properly fuck you.”
She snickered as she rolled off the bed. “Who says I want you to do the fucking? Maybe I’ll have someone else fuck you while I watch, or better yet, another man can take me and make me come while you watch. You seem to enjoy others getting me off.”
I was pissed. My body shook with fury. I had no clue what I would do if she forced me to watch another man take her. She belonged to me, and if I had to witness this, she should never unbind me, because I would punish her brutally.
She took a sip of water and drizzled it from her lips into my mouth. As I drank in the coolness of the liquid, I wished she’d bend closer. She moved back onto the bed and straddled me. My dick was inches from being inside her.
“If we’re doing this, I’ll need a condom.”
She chuckled. This crazy bitch actually laughed at me. “What, do you think I’m unclean, too? I wager your cock has seen more action than I’ll ever see, and I have years on you.” She paused as she scolded me with a dirty look. “Do you always wear a condom, or do you think it will provide extra protection, knowing your father was there first?”
I literally cringed. She’d managed to wound me deeply. “He has nothing to do with this. The truth is I don’t want you to go where I’ve been, so please grab a condom. There in the top drawer.”
“How thoughtful of you. I would think, after the other night, you’d want me drowning in that skank’s leftovers.” I could hear bitterness in her tone.
She reached across me—holy fucking hell, full body contact—as she got the condoms out of the nightstand.
“Why even bother wearing these? Won’t the latex tear on your rings?”
I shook my head. “I had them specially made. Look at them. They’re manufactured in Europe. I know you think I’m an asshole, and while that may be true, I would never jeopardize anyone’s health for a piece of ass. Even you, Ellery. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You fucking lying piece of shit. You’ve been causing me anguish since the moment we met. You’ve never once been anything but vindictive toward me. You threaten my livelihood, you drug me, you pierce me—by the way, asshole, that’s called battery—and on top of it all, you’ve humiliated me.”
I could see tears glittering as she spoke with anguish. “Do you think you’re the only one that has suffered at the hands of your father? You know nothing. You’re lucky you and your mother got out, because Hartman had two faces. The one I cared about and respected enough to to stay by him while he was dying and the other one. The person he became when he hurt me, when he raped me, when he violated me in ways I can’t bear to tell anyone, when he destroyed all sense of dignity I had left.
“You say I married for money. Baby, I earned every goddamn dime and more, yet it wasn’t worth it. I pretended in the beginning the reason he hurt me was the disease, that it was why he became a vile monster. But I came to realize that cruel creature was his true face. I had married pure evil. Even as he lay gasping to breathe, all I could think about was suffocating him; I wanted to end him. To have him die at my own hand so I could feel vindicated.”
It had been seven long years since I’d seen that amount of suffering in someone’s eyes. If I wasn’t tied to this fucking bed, I’d lash myself. She was telling the truth. I could hear the pain in her voice. That bastard had abused her… raped her. My chest ached along with my head. I was so blinded by my own hatred I couldn’t recognize someone else’s. I hadn’t wanted to because I was a selfish prick. And the truth was it quit being about revenge a while ago. I wanted her for myself. It appeared I had more of my father in me than I wanted to admit. There nothing I could inflict upon Ellery that my father hadn’t already done. I was just a carbon copy of him. And right now, I cursed myself for ever coming back.
She wiped away her unshed tears as she removed a foil packet.
“Stop please. Our agreement is void. You can have it all, Ellery. I want you to take every last dime. Anything you want is yours. Consider it restitution for all you’ve endured.”
She reached across me and uncuffed my right wrist. “Put the condom on. I’m going to the bathroom.” I could hear surrender in her voice.
“You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to do this. I’m sorry for everything,” I pleaded.
I watched her walk to the bathroom. My mind and body reeled in shock when I realized I’d never seen her backside. Tiny scars marred her lower back and buttocks. There were too many to count. I had ventured into the BDSM scene a f
ew times. The marks you left while “playing” always faded away after a few hours. They were never meant to be permanent or damaging. However, these were administered to cause actual torture, breaking the skin, leaving scars as a reminder of who held the power—even after death.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. Guilt. Sadness. Anger. Desire. Need. My emotions had turned into a mixed bag. Every part of my being (except my dick) was screaming at me for being such a reprehensible, inconsiderate cocksucker, and this, right now, with her was wrong.
Let her walk away with the pride she has left. Give her the money and the gallery and fly home. Tonight. Erase her from your memory and pray she does the same. Pretend these last few weeks never happened and let it go. My mother would want me to walk away, and she would understand everything, even if I couldn’t comprehend the emotions I had churning through my body.
“We’re not fucking? I thought it’s what you wanted.” Her voice cut the silence in the room like a blade.
“Sit down next to me,” I said, patting the bed with my freed hand.
“I don’t want to sit unless it’s on top of you. I came here to fuck, and now that I’ve unloaded my garbage, it’s obvious you don’t want me.”
“You’re kidding, right? Jesus, Ellery, I’ve wanted to be inside you since the first night. I can’t even get off without… Never mind. I don’t want to degrade you. I’ve done enough of that already. I don’t want you, not like this.”
“Put the condom on.” It wasn’t a request; it was a demand. She was so wet her sex glittered as if decorated with diamonds.
I groaned as I fumbled to sheathe my dick without tearing the condom. Everything in my brain was admonishing me, but my body wanted her. If I had both hands, I’d be tempted to remove the rings and take her bare. She never bothered to secure my loosened wrist, and I was able to guide myself in as she positioned herself above me. As she moved to sit, I thrust to meet her. The sensation was overwhelming. As slick as she was, it was still a tight fit. I could hardly breathe, which kept me from moving inside her. I’d never known awareness with another woman like this.
Her eyes closed as she began rocking into me. Heat pulsed all around us as my piercings began to cause friction. Her body responded to the fullness of the rings as they nipped her clit. She cried out as I greedily ground into her. With my free hand, I reached up and pulled her into me. I wanted the kiss to be tender, but my hunger was past the breaking point. I devoured her mouth as my tongue delved inside, then quickly retreated, outlining the seam of her lips.
Ellery stared at me in confusion as she flung her head back. Every nerve ending was on fire. She bucked her pelvis as I returned the motion. I let her grind into me, then slide up and down. Her body bowed into mine as her sex tightened around my cock. There was no way I could prolong this, even though I never wanted this to end. She might as well bind both hands to the bed permanently, because I was forever her prisoner.
I had always been the one; I owned the sex I had. Women meant nothing to me. Until her. The first night I saw her, I wanted her. I told myself this was all about vengeance, but it was more about jealousy. Having Ellery bound to me emotionally would allow both her and my father to pay for their sins. It never mattered that she hadn’t caused my pain, that she wasn’t responsible. It had been enough that she had sold herself to be my father’s wife.
But she had turned the tables on me. Because as much as I wanted her, the truth was, I needed her. She was my path to freedom and redemption. These emotions felt foreign to me. Everything we’d gone through in the last several weeks would hinder any plans I had going forward. She would never forgive me, and why should she?
“I can’t hold on any longer,” I groaned, struggling to last.
She whimpered as her fingernails scored my one bicep. I bit back a curse as my cock began to pulse with imminent release. I pulled her face down, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes connected with mine as my seed filled the condom. I could feel the heat of our release as a guttural cry gave way to her orgasm. My body shook as she suddenly slid off me, the condom caked with our combined juices. With my free hand, I carefully removed it. My breathing was still erratic as I lay my head back down on the pillow, wondering what her next move was.
“Was it everything you hoped for? Did fucking your stepmother give you the thrill you expected?”
I winced at her words, watching as she got off the bed. I deserved every second of her disdain. I earned it and more. Even though what she said made me blanch, I could tell the dynamic between us had changed. Her tone portrayed indifference, but her body responded to me. There had been passion while I was inside her.
“I think we both know that meant more than sex,” I said, clearing my voice, still attempting to catch my breath. “Can you remove the other cuff now?”
I heard the metal click as she leaned across me, her naked breasts dangling, tempting me to taste them.
“Are we done now, Kieran? Has our business concluded?”
I sat up as I reached for her arm, forcing her to sit on the bed. We were still naked, and my mind was obsessed with all the ways I wanted to take her. I hated the fact that my body agreed, because right now, being with her wasn’t about satisfaction; it was about absolution. I needed to make her see the line we crossed meant so much more than fucking.
“I… I don’t know where to begin. Nothing I can ever say to you will undo everything I said or did. You affect me, Ellery. You’ve reached into my very soul and every part of you is now my lifeline. For the first time in my life, I feel anchored. I don’t think I’ll be able to breathe if you don’t forgive me. Hell, I’m not sure I can forgive myself.”
I swept my hair back from my face as I inhaled. “This was never about you. You were right when you called me a bastard and a prick. I merit those names and much more. I only wanted you because you had belonged to my father. I thought fucking what was once his would pacify me. And it would have been enough if I hadn’t wanted you. But it’s no longer just want… I need you. Being with you takes me to a place I never thought I’d know. You allow me to be content. You make me forget all the reasons I’ve been such a bitter and angry man.
“I hate how I acted. I’m asking for a reprieve. You don’t owe me anything. I know you should detest me, and it’s well deserved, but I’m hoping whatever this is, you feel it, too.”
I couldn’t interpret her reaction. Her expression showed nothing. I watched as she walked to the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush and the faucet go on. She came back out wearing one of my dirty shirts I’d tossed in the hamper.
I started to get up. “Let me get you a clean one.”
She waved me back. “I’m too tired right now. I just want to close my eyes. Is that okay? Can we just sleep?”
I fell back onto my pillow and scooted over, making room for her to lie next to me. I’d never slept with another person the entire night. Having her in my bed and hearing her breathing was more intimate than I ever imagined. My senses went into overload as I watched her fall asleep. I’d never anticipated this. I’d never imagined this would ever happen.
Would I be mentally equipped to handle this rash of new feelings? I knew I needed her, but could I be the man she wanted? The one she would be willing to forgive?
I yawned at the array of questions pelting my brain. I pulled her close to me as I blanketed her with my arm. I was suddenly worried I’d wake up and find her gone. I definitely wouldn’t be prepared if that happened. We needed to talk, an actual conversation. I needed a chance to set things right with her.
With her in my bed, I slept and dreamed for the first time in seven years.
Twenty-Five
Ellery
I woke up sweating. Jesus, I was burning up. I tried to kick off the blankets, when I found the source of the fire. Kieran. Both of us were tangled in each other’s arms as though we’d been lovers for years. He had his arm across my boobs, locking me in as a prisoner. Maybe I should hav
e kept him cuffed. There was no chance of moving without waking him, and after last night, it was too soon to face him.
How I had treated him. And my language. I wanted so badly to have amnesia right now, but I could remember every single detail with clarity. Ugh. I silently groaned. Regardless of how he’d deserved my wrath, I went too far. I had proven I was just as wicked. I had shackled him to his fucking bed. Jesus. Who the hell had I been channeling last night? Because that certainly wasn’t me.
I let my hand drift beneath the shirt and down to my pussy. I dragged my fingers along the still damp seam. Last night had been delicious. I’d never come like that. Even with a condom, I felt the graze of his jewelry as he pumped into me over and over again. I licked my lips as I closed my eyes. I could get myself off with him sleeping beside me, or I could straddle him and make him my bitch again.
I chuckled.
“Something funny? You do realize it would be more amusing if it were my fingers fondling your pussy right now… and far more rewarding.”
My fingers snapped back as if I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. His eyes met mine with a smoldering look as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his steely erection. I became instantly drenched as my fingers caressed him. He released a quiet moan as I played with the ring at the base of his sack.
“Let me have you again,” he cooed into my ear. Warm breath sent shivers down my back.
I pulled off the shirt and turned on my side, giving him access from behind. I couldn’t look at him. Not yet. Last night had been embarrassing, but I still wanted him again. I prayed the position I was offering wouldn’t be a green light for anything but regular sex. He had seen all of me last night but was now close up.
“I want us to talk about this.” He spoke softly as he kissed one of the scars on my lower back. “But not now. Later, after I’ve buried myself deep inside you.”
I heard the rustling of foil followed by the feeling of his condom-shrouded cock thrusting into me. It didn’t feel as tight as it was last night. It had been many years since I’d used that part of my body. Hartman had a preference, and it wasn’t for pussy. He loved blowjobs and anal.
