Page 104 of Empire of Ash
Apparently, it was not everything.
In the darkness of my blindfold, held captive by this man who already has me captivated, I let myself utterly give in to all of it. The pleasure is engulfing, and I’m moaning over and over, whimpering as I sink into a dark submissive place of craving anything and everything he has for me.
His cock pounds into me, lifting me onto the balls of my feet as I cry out, choking in pleasure and swimming in the rush of adrenaline. The toy in my ass pushes so deep my head swims, and the “two of him” opening me up like I’ve never even dreamed of before.
His hand tightens on my throat, doubling down on my adrenaline as I scream for more. That thumb of his drags over my lips before sinking inside my mouth. I moan desperately, sucking on the thumb as if there are nowthreeof him, having me all at the same time.
A plaything. A willing fuck-toy for the three Noels of my imagination.
It’s all like a hit of pure heroin to my veins. The rush of freebasing lust.
And I want itall.
“When you come for me,” he rasps into my ear as he fucks into me. “I want your pussy to ache for me when I’m not filling it. I want your body to remember this. And I want my utter and complete control of you imprinted in your skin for the rest of your life.”
Reality blurs and shifts. Every inch of my skin throbs, burning with heat and release as the orgasm catches fire inside of me, like a fuse.
“Comefor me, Ella. Come on my cock. Come for both of my cocks like a good girl.”
His hand slips over my stomach, down between my legs to roll my clit. And I realize it’s his rippling abs still thrusting the toy into me as he fucks me within an inch of my life.
“Show me how bad you can be, little one.”
The sparked fuse hits the powder, and the whole world ignites. I scream until my throat is raw, my body wracking and shaking with the explosive force of my release. My toes curl and rake against the floor as I completely let go and explode for him.
I feel him thrust deep, his iron-hard cock swelling so thick as he begins to empty himself deep inside of me. He groans into my ear, and as I suddenly start to fall, his arms are there, catching me.
I can’t see, but it’s not just the blindfold. I can’t think. I can’t feel anything except this aching, throbbing heat deep in my core. My very skin feels like liquid fire as I sag limp and utterlydoneinto his arms.
“I have you, Ella,” he purrs softly. His formerly gripping, dominant hands stroke and tease. His fingers caress and knead my skin, bringing a whimpered sigh to my lips.
I feel his hand let loose one wrist. And then the other. I couldn’t stop myself from falling if I tried, but Noel’s right.
He has me.
He eases me gently across the edge of the bed. I feel his fingers slip the binds off my ankles. My face burns, and I can’t stop myself from moaning softly as he eases the toy from my shaking, helpless body.
Strong, powerful arms scoop me up. The blindfold is gone, but I’m still lost in darkness. I cling to him, half in a fugue state, and only dimly aware that he’s running water.
I briefly open my eyes as I feel myself submerge, still in his arms. We’re in a hot bath, filled with whipped peak bubbles. I know he’s gently washing me with a cloth, but all I can do is press my face to his chest.
All I can do is cling to him, never wanting to be away from this closeness.
At a certain point, I open my eyes as he’s pulling covers over both of us. I literally fell asleep in the tub, curled against him.
“Noel…”
“Shh,” he rumbles deeply into the back of my neck. “Sleep, Ella,” he whispers. “Just sleep.”
And I do.
Peacefully. Without a single nightmare, for the first time in seven years.