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Emerie was glad that Hemlock had at least tied her up on his bed, which was much more comfortable than some of the other things he'd tied her to. This time her legs weren't wide open, but oh, she was still vulnerable. She squirmed just thinking about it. She was on her knees, legs and ankles tied together, leaning forward on her elbows, her bound wrists attached to his headboard.
"Why am I tied up this time?" Emerie asked.
She tested the knots he’d just tied, already hot from being manhandled, from the brush of his hands on her.
Hemlock was naked, just as she was, had already had Emerie undress him and suck his cock a little, but so far he hadn’t touched her between her legs or allowed her do so herself.
She lifted up her head, shaking her hair aside (he’d taken it down to run his hands through it), to see him as he rested near her. He was reaching to grab things off the nightstand.
As she craned her neck to take him in, the way his black hair was askew, his muscles, and slightly reddened chest, the bit of his hard, pink cock she could see, hot tingles traveled through her. Not just from how gorgeous he was with his clothes off and aroused, but also from the realization she often had—she was the only one allowed to see him like this, allowed to be touch and be touched, by him. When she was younger she had sometimes wanted him, but had then shoved it down like she did everything else because why would anyone love an experiment that had been simply tossed aside? Still, he'd taken her in, and now he showed her pleasure and pain in ways she'd never been able to imagine, things she had never even allowed herself to think of.
“So you don’t inadvertently ruin my plans for you.”
“I’ll be good,” she promised.
In truth, her heart was racing not quite knowing what to expect, and part of her was growing to enjoy being tied up.
A small, secretive smile was on his face since she hadn’t gotten a good look at what it was he’d taken from the nightstand.
He sat up, and got on his knees behind her.
She jumped, nearly losing her balance on her knees, as he spanked her with both hands, groaning.
A cry escaped her mouth at the sudden burning and stinging.
He leaned over her, cock hard against her ass, all wet from her mouth. He held himself up on his elbows, and he used his left hand to grab her chin, bringing her mouth to his. Just the touch of the hot leather was enough to make her pulse in between her legs, let alone his body on hers, his lips against her own. A low laugh left him after she sucked on his bottom lip.
He breathed in deeply, nose brushing hers.
“I know you’d try, Emerie,” he said. “But with what I have planned you won’t be able to help yourself. I need you at my mercy.”
She squirmed again, eyes going to his, seeing the hunger in them, before staring at his lips. Oh, she needed more of him.
She could hardly breathe with the way he ran his hand down her throat, tilting her head up for him.
He was just about to kiss her—
Suddenly, he pulled away, chuckling.
A small sound of need left her, his breathing growing heavy at it. Though he still pulled away, dragging himself back up, Emerie feeling cold without him draped across her back.
There were sounds of him doing something, but she wasn’t sure what.
She jumped as something dripped on her, hips coming forward. His grip was nearly too strong as he used his left hand to drag her back into position. His hand then moved down, admiring her thigh. He dripped more lube on her, a needy growl leaving him that had her throbbing, gut nearly aching with how badly she wanted him.
Emerie gasped as he made sure with his left hand that she was nice and wet, the soft leather against her skin something out of a dream. She tried to cry out as he easily found her clit, but the pleasure of it seemed to strangle her. Then, just as quickly as he’d found her clit, his fingers moved down. Before she knew exactly what was going on, two of his fingers slid inside of her, the pressure of them leaving her trembling. He squeezed her ass tightly, murmuring something about how lovely her reactions were, but she was too busy attempting to cope with how deep he’d reached, how much he’d stretched her, only to leave her just as swiftly, to fully take in his words. Her core decided tightening was the way to fix this, to beg, as his voice seemed to rumble through her.
She squirmed again, trying to reach his cock that rested against her.
“Oh, you want this?” he asked.
He pulled his hips back to drag the head of his cock through her dripping wet folds, moaning from it.
“Y-yes.”
She growled at him as he pulled away, her hips trying to follow him, stretching out her spine, getting lower on the bed.
He spanked her again, making her cry out.
“You have yet to earn it,” he said, his words a husky growl at the end.
Emerie did her best to be patient as he got ready whatever device he was going to use on her this time, but a small whine left her. The memory of his cock in her, knowing she would get it eventually, was too much to handle.
Suddenly, something was pressing at her entrance. It didn’t spread her open nearly as wide as some other toys did, but it still felt nice in her as it went in, in. A moan rumbled through her as it hooked forward just enough to stimulate that delicious wall of nerves that connected to her clit.
Just as she began to enjoy that she felt the toy over her as well, Hemlock shifting it to make sure it was against her clit.
Suddenly it began to move and buzz. Emerie fell forward, which lifted her ass up further. With her legs together the pressure in her was stronger, the pleasure just that more intense. A long moan left her, which turned into gasps, before moaning again, the toy not stopping. It gave her similar sensations to being licked and sucked, to being fingered. In seconds she was writhing. Hemlock held the toy steady, the brush of his fingers as she writhed delicious. Otherwise he let her writhe, let her insides tighten and tighten, the pleasure to her clit making it impossible to keep her walls relaxed.
Hemlock laughed. “And that’s only on a low setting.”
“Please,” Emerie begged, not knowing what she was asking for.
All she could do was pant, trying desperately to breathe, as Hemlock fiddled with what was probably a remote. The motions and vibrations strengthened so quickly she couldn’t take it. She realized the toy was crooking forward in her, and it did so faster now.
In seconds she was burying her face into the bed to hide her scream, pleasure building into a tight ball in her, getting tighter, denser. Hemlock yanked on her hair, and she cried out from the sting, the force against her neck.
“Did I gag you, Emerie?”
“N-n-no.”
“Ah, no. So next time you scream, I wish to hear it. Are we clear?”
She squealed, trying to hold her voice back enough to figure out how to use it to form words.
“Y-yes.”
He released her hair. His hand dragging down her back.
And she couldn’t hang on, she couldn’t.
In seconds a brutal orgasm burst through her, the pleasure so intense it might as well have been delicious pain.
It ran like fire through her, burning deep, and bright, till nearly her whole body was encompassed. She might have fought the restraints as she screamed, but her brain had stopped paying attention to anything that wasn’t this intense pleasure.
And still the toy moved and vibrated, similar to how Hemlock would continue to pleasure her through an orgasm, fingers refusing to be pushed out of her as her walls contracted, mouth that would stay on her as he held her down.
The pleasure became too much.
“Royce, stop, please.”
He leaned over her as she trembled and whimpered. He set a remote just by her tied hands.
“Oh, you want it to stop?” he purred. “Go on, then. Turn it off.”
She did sob at that, knowing she couldn’t reach it with her hands bound like this.
In her desperation, she surged forward, hoping she could do something about her predicament with her mouth.
The toy slipped out of her a little as Hemlock couldn’t keep up with how fast she moved.
Emerie couldn’t feel victorious as she got hold of the remote in her mouth because her trembling made it impossible to be careful. Besides, she didn’t even know how this worked. Inevitably, her teeth hit a button.
The toy now vibrated in her in powerful bursts, like she was getting roughly kriffed. The remote fell out of her mouth with her cry. Hemlock seized it, but didn’t change the setting.
He caressed her, a hungry groan leaving him.
“Oh, so you just wanted it more intense. Perhaps this isn’t intense enough.”
Already the pain was turning into pleasure as her orgasm ended, and she whined from his words.
He pressed a button, and the space between the vibrations lengthened, though the intensity had only grown.
Soon she was grunting and moaning with every vibration, similar to how she did when Hemlock took her slow, but hard.
He withdrew, moans leaving him. She thought she could hear quick, wet glides of his hand along his cock. Imagining it wasn’t enough, no matter how much it made her writhe. She needed to see him, the hunger for him in her entire body. Oh, she was so hot.
“I need to see you,” she got out quickly between bursts.
Her thighs were tightening and tightening, pleasure now bursting down them with every vibration.
“I’d have to give up my delicious view,” he got out, voice low and rough.
A frustrated growl left her, one he laughed at.
Her grunts turned into moans, which turned into whines, with each burst of vibrations. Pleasure ran hot through her, the wet fire of it threatening to have her be the one to release fluids.
“I’m close,” she panted out. “I’m so close.”
Hemlock must have pressed a different button on the remote because the bursts came faster, but no less harder. They were so fast now it was nearly a continuous buzzing inside of her.
She distinctly took in the fact that Hemlock swore as she came, his low, breathy voice seeming to vibrate through her with the same intensity as the toy, till her whole body was shuddering. She might have screamed, but was too lost in the pleasure to know for sure. Hemlock’s hand was against her, holding the toy in as she contracted, and subsequently, getting all wet from her, her body releasing fluids with her orgasm. Emerie writhed, unable to handle it, burning, and burning, and beginning to ache in the most delicious way. She was dimly aware of the ropes pressing soreness into her as she unintentionally fought them.
Dry sobs left her as she struggled, as she contracted again and again and again, so strongly now that the toy began to push out even with Hemlock pushing in.
He let her body win that fight, Emerie trembling all over as it fell to vibrate against her legs. Hemlock turned it off, moving it aside. Both his hands were on her, caressing her, before feeling at the front of her body, squeezing her breasts till it hurt. Though that hurt was enough to make her want more.
When she began to relax, heartbeat slowing, sweat on her, she realized that Hemlock was straddling her, holding her down to the bed, his cock against her ass. He kissed her shoulder, mouth moving up towards her neck, which she tilted to the side for him.
"Still want my cock?" he breathed in her ear.
Emerie didn't know anymore. Sure, there were sessions with him where he'd make her climax again and again and again, but that toy had worked her hard, left her still feeling pleasure in her brain even as her body calmed.
Then again, she loved feeling him on her like this, his body flush against hers, bare skin warm against her own.
A breathy sound that left her aching with want left him when she didn't answer.
"I have something for myself as well. How about we try it out?"
"So you'll untie me?"
He nipped at her ear, making her gasp.
"One would almost assume you don't like it when I tie you up, that I'm taking you by sheer force."
Emerie wasn't sure what feeling had her tremble then, but it was strong, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"I could, you know," he told her, voice perilously slow. He pressed down against her, his right hand clawing down her body. She squealed. His lips were against her ear as he murmured, "I'm stronger, more powerful. I could force you down, open those pretty, long legs." He cupped her in between her legs despite them being closed by the ropes, palm of his hand against her clit. "Force my way inside." She squirmed and cried out as his finger dug through her folds, nail sharp against her. "But I don't." His motions stilled. "I make you feel good." At this his finger rubbed against her wet, swollen clit. "I make you feel so. Good." She whimpered at his light touch on her clit, rubbing just right, so sensitive after the orgasm she'd had. "Don't I, Emerie?"
She nodded. "Mm-hmm.""
"So you're going to do as I say, and well, who knows what I'll be forced to do if I hear another complaint from you tonight. Remember, I can be good to you. You want me to be good to you, don't you?"
"Yes."
"I'm so glad we understand one another."
He lifted off of her, and she felt like she could finally breathe, gasping in air like she'd had her breath stolen moments before. Despite knowing the futility of her restraints, she tested them, a small pained sound leaving her.
Behind her Hemlock was doing something she couldn't see, no matter how much she craned her head. A low buzz started up, and then a low groan that had her shivering left him. The groan grew louder, turning into a moan. Even just the delectable sound of his voice turned her on, and pleasured her. She was dying to know what he was doing to himself.
A surprised cry left her when he grabbed her hip, the head of his cock against her, and then pushing in.
Immediately, her body pushed back, hips tilting back to meet his.
Before she knew it, she was biting her bottom lip, trying to hold in a cry, breaths coming fast, whimpers leaving her. She didn't understand it yet, but he was somehow harder, bigger, and having her legs together certainly didn't help that sensation, forcing her walls tight around him.
A deep groan rumbled through Hemlock into her. He didn't thrust to get her used to him, and she didn't entirely mind, seeing as she was already so aroused. The deeper he got the more she was sure she felt something, a slight vibration, growing stronger.
He slammed in the last few inches, a pleasant burning ache pushing into her core. And as he pressed against her so did whatever vibrating toy he'd clearly put on himself. It pulsed through her muscles and up to her clit, making her accidentally tighten around him.
Hemlock moaned a long "mm…" as he draped himself over her. He was trembling against her. He pulled her hair aside to suck and lick at her jaw, and along her neck as he started thrusting. At first Emerie tried pulling away with how deep he reached, but oh, she couldn't resist for long. For one thing, he seemed not to notice, too wrapped up in the toy vibrating at the base of his cock, too wrapped up in thrusting, and for the other, it felt so good, his cock rubbing against so many sensitive nerves, fire gushing through her, even just the pressure of him wonderful. Something about this position made her even more sensitive, made her feel so close to climaxing again with every thrust.
He grabbed her face, kissing her deep and hard. Emerie cried out into his mouth, while a rough moan from him trembled through hers. She tried to kiss back with the same energy, remembering how good that vibrating toy had felt in her, assuming he felt something similar with this one. Her wrists twisted, nails digging into the sheets. She wanted to hold him so badly, wanted to have her nails scraping across his hot skin.
It didn't help that he smelled so good, as well, like something deliciously tangy mixed with warm spice, and a strong musky undercurrent. With him all over her like this it was all she could smell, and she needed more, and more.
Hemlock cried out, pulling out of the kiss, shuddering. He gasped, and then to her surprise he leaned over, nearly crushing her, to undo the knots on her wrists. The absence of the ropes showed her how much they'd hurt, but she didn't care when it had been used to make her feel so good.
He pulled back, stilling his thrusts. Emerie grunted when he pulled out of her, throbbing, yet feeling so empty.
He undid the ropes on her legs with fervent haste. With the need to hold him an ache in every bone, she rolled over to reach out for him… but paused when she saw what was on his cock. Oh, that was interesting.
Before she knew it she was on her knees, his cock in one hand, head lowered to look at the device. It was black, encircling the base of him. Touching it had vibrations pulsing through her fingers. She could understand why he seemed bigger and harder, the very nature of the device increasing blood flow even further into his cock.
"Emerie."
His voice was desperate and husky as he spoke her name. She looked up at him. He held a remote out to her.
She rose, taking it. For a moment, his long fingers brushed against hers, shaking in their effort to be gentle while he felt so much pleasure.
There were several blue buttons on the remote, all unlabeled.
As Hemlock wrapped his arms around her, mouth on her jaw, cock pressing hard against her hip, she studied it. The toy had him panting against her, hips undulating. Idly, she stroked his back, and ran her hand down to grip his ass, all while giving most of her focus to the remote. Brows lowered, she pressed one of the buttons.
Hemlock grunted against her neck, shaky breath catching in his throat. His thrusts against her were sharper now, but slower. Despite how new she still was to sex, and how distracting he could be, she wanted to try out the different buttons on the remote while he was in her, wanted to feel those vibrations flush against her.
She had the urge to be on top. It didn't happen often, but she was growing just a tad less shy enough to want to do it.
Feeling a strange mixture of need, bravery, timidity, and curiosity, Emerie caressed up Hemlock's body, taking hold of his chin, and pulling him in for a kiss. He was eager against her, tongue just barely pressing into her mouth in a way that drove her crazy. She kissed him till she couldn't breathe. She thought Hemlock would still go after her mouth anyway, but instead, his head tilted back, body trembling against her, chest rising and falling as he panted hard.
Heart racing, blood rushing in her ears, she ordered, "Lie down."
Hemlock growled, but did as she said, lying horizontally across his bed.
Emerie couldn't help caressing him, running her free hand all over his body, stomach filled with butterflies over the fact she could do this.
Unable to take her emptiness any longer, and climbed on top of him. He helped her get in position. Emerie slid down onto him slowly, his hands all over her before going to her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples.
Once she fully settled on him, her body startled at the next pulse of the toy, pulling up an inch. Yet that quick pulse she'd gotten had been enough to have her burning, to make the fiery ache of him in her even more delicious.
Emerie pressed another button. Suddenly Hemlock thrusted up hard, and she pressed down, the vibrations no longer pulses but endless. Oh, she liked this setting, especially with how he gripped her hips. As pleasure gushed through her she lost all ideas about how to move on top of him, and just followed the pleasure, hips rolling, Hemlock thrusting, both of them crying out.
She ended up dropping the remote on the bed, putting her hands on his chest to balance herself.
She rode him with desperate motions, pleasure building in her with each thrust, each time Hemlock pressed deep enough to have her against the toy, the vibrations like liquid fire in her. The ache of him seemed to leave, and she only rode him harder, her body tightening around him. Soon the toy had her holding him like a vice, Hemlock unable to pull out much before he was back in her.
In moments she was climaxing on him, on the toy, contracting as she squeezed him tight, over and over again. Pleasure burst through her in fiery waves, seeming to become all she was. Hemlock still moved his hips against her, and in moments they were both crying out. Emerie felt that delicious burning in her as he throbbed, felt each drop of his cum as it shot into her. He was nearly so hot it was painful, especially after having gotten all heated up from her body.
He cursed, and surged upwards, one hand in her hair, the other around her throat. The touch of leather was delicious against her heated skin. He didn't just kiss her, but practically attacked her mouth, all teeth and tongue. She held him tightly, a hand running through his hair, nails scraping across his scalp. He didn't quite choke her, but there was no way she'd be able to pull away from his grasp, and no reason she wanted to.
He hissed in a breath, as he suddenly tensed. A sound that had her shivering left him, all breathy and filled with a twisted pleasure. His cock was still hard in her, but she no longer felt that delectable, wet burn, meaning he was probably finished, and overstimulated, which she knew was especially painful for him.
And he was enjoying it.
Somehow that made her want more. She'd known he was like this, that even his own pain was delicious to him, but seeing it always left her hungering for him. She wasn't sure if it was because she wished to add to that pain, or if she wanted to hurt from him. Maybe it was both. Either way she rolled her hips, Hemlock's breathy sounds turning to growls, his grip truly stealing her breath now. The head rush left her tingling all over, losing sense of what she was doing with her body. Her vision grew fuzzy, and she clawed at his hand.
An idea came to her, and she struggled to grab the remote control. She managed, even as it let him push her down into the bed at a strange angle.
She fumbled, pleasure tingling through her in random bursts as she tried to shut the toy off.
When she managed to finally do so he paused, releasing her neck, hand shaking.
Emerie gasped, choking in a breath.
Hemlock left her, putting his weight back on one hand, the other running through his sweaty hair. His chest and abdomen heaved as he worked to catch his breath.
She sat up, feeling at her throat, even as she eyed the sweat glistening on him. The urge to lick it up came upon her, and she had to fight it, knowing breathing was far more important.
"I… I lost control of myself," Hemlock explained.
Emerie couldn't help smiling at him. "Maybe you're the one who needs to be tied down next time."
His brows lowered, a heavy glare leveled at her. As intimidating and frightening as that look was, it just made her want that dark side of him, or to try and see if sucking his cock would change how he felt.
"Well, you like being hurt," she reasoned.
The air was heavy, tension lying thick between them as he said, voice hard, "Go on."
"How else am I supposed to hurt you without you fighting back?" She came forward, resting her hip against him. "Besides, it's similar to why you tied me up."
He laughed, putting some of her hair behind her ear. Emerie leaned into his touch despite him using his left hand, the same one that was the reason for the ache in her neck. His touch was sweet, and gentle now, yet his gorgeous eyes were nearly as intense as ever.
"You are correct." His eyes went down to her lips, and she felt like she couldn't breathe again. "I bet you had no idea sex could be like this," he said, voice a breathy murmur.
"I hadn't known remotes could get involved, for one thing."
Her eyes were on his kiss-swollen lips as he smiled. "I have remotes for more devices."
More? How could there be more?
She frowned, Hemlock brushing a thumb across the furrows between her lowered brows. He kissed her, soft, and slow. So gentle it had warmth aching in her chest. She held him to her, one hand caressing his head, the sections he didn't let grow out incredibly soft against her hand.
A low laugh left him.
"Your naivety continues to be adorable."
"Care to enlighten me?" she breathed, gazing into the ice blue depths of his eyes, wondering at all the knowledge held behind them, and more than ready to learn it all.
"In time," he promised.
That was all he'd say on it the rest of the night, even as they washed up. Emerie had to sleep afterwards, body aching but satisfied. She drifted off contemplating what else he could possibly have in store for her.