“Nevermind. I’m glad you’re here, brother.” I might have three biological brothers, but he doesn’t have any, and he might as well be my fourth.
I pat his shoulder right as my phone buzzes on my side of the table. Glancing at it, a message from Ember pops up.
Little Red: Room 2 - now.
“I gotta run.What time does the moving truck get here tomorrow?” I told Seamus I’d help him move his stuff in. He got a place about five minutes away from me and Ember.
“About ten. I’ll text you, fucker. Now go get laid or whatever kinky shit you’re going to do in room two.” I want to bitch slap the smug look off his face.
Instead, I smile and salute him with my middle finger.
And since I enjoy being married to my wife, my legs roadrunner straight to room two to avoid keeping her waiting. The door is cracked open, and I peek in before opening the door all the way and stepping in.
I close and lock it, then I flinch as something covers my eyes and the sensation of fabric hugs against my temple and the back of my head. Reaching up to touch it, it’s a satin blindfold, and I’m completely in the dark. I tilt my head back to peek through the bottom, but even with that, there’s no light coming through.
“Ember. I can’t see anything.” I reach my arms out andhands wrap around my wrists, guiding me forward in a rush. I feel myself panic, stumbling forward as I try to use all my other senses to take in my surroundings.
I get spun around and pushed back against a wall, and like an idiot, I try to look over my shoulder like I can actually see something. One hand gets pulled to one side, something cold hugs my wrist, and the sound of metal on metal zips through the room. The same happens too quickly on the other side, and now I’m strapped to what I know to be a bondage cross, with both arms completely immobilized.
I pull on the restraints, which is futile, because I’m definitely not going anywhere.
“Ember,” I call out, because I can’t sense her anywhere around me. The silence in the room is uncomfortable, and I hate that I haven’t even heard her voice.
A soft sweep of air grazes the exposed skin of my face, and I can feel her close. Fingertips trail the front of my shirt, and a slight cool breeze brushes past my chest and abs as the shirt is splayed open.
Her hands continue to my belt, unlatching the buckle and unbuttoning my pants, then she tugs the denim down, taking my shoes and socks with it.
My already hard cock tents behind my boxers and I’m fully exposed. It’s nothing new, how fast she can turn me on, but the uncertainty of my surroundings has me on edge.
“Ember, baby. I need to hear your voice.” Because what if I walked into the wrong fucking room?It was door number two, right?Now I’m second guessing myself. “Ember, say something.” Uncertainty laces the tone of my voice.
Fingers curl into the waistband of my boxers, which get pulled down, and my cock bounces out as I feel the fabric pool at my feet.
“Ember, seriously, fucking say something.” I’m pulling on the cuffs, trying to pull myself away from the board I’mcurrently chained to, revisiting every moment since I stepped through the door.
Hot breath coats the crown of my cock, as a hand wraps around the base, and I stall. Panic surges through my body, but before I can say anything more, hot wet lips wrap around the tip and both hands move around to grip my ass, pushing my cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“Ah, fuck!” I throw my head back, drowning in the pleasure of her mouth. I know it’s hers. Because it’s fucking incredible, it’s always incredible. But no matter how sure I am, I’m still running on pure apprehension and fear.
Her head bobs back and forth, using her hands to pull my hips closer as she fucks her face with my cock.
She’s relentless tonight. And completely unstoppable in my current status, being chained to the wall. She continues, her pace flawless, taking me all the way down to the back of her throat, gagging slightly before releasing, just to repeat over and over again.
“Jesus, Ember, please,” I plead, because I need confirmation. I need to hear her. “Say something.” My voice is unsteady as I attempt to prevent myself from coming, begging, downright begging.
She pops off the tip, and I shudder at the loss. Fuck, I was so close. I could have come if I wasn’t holding back from the stress of the unknown and my anxiety getting the best of me.
Lips suck in my bottom lip that’s slacked, as I try to catch my breath, and she kisses me, pulling my head down to meet hers. Her tropical and citrus scent wafts over me, and I instantly feel at ease.
She pulls away gently and smiles over my mouth.
“You are never doing that again. I feel like I’m having a heart attack.” I huff out a breath and my head hits the backboard, relieved. But only a little, because I’m still restrained and completely at the mercy of my currently psychotic wife.
“What if it wasn’t me? You didn’t even try to kick me away,” she asks, as she walks away, opening a drawer, tsking.
The dominant Ember, that comes out of her when she’s feeling strong and confident, is a fucking sight to be seen. I wish I could see her right now.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I reply. “Take off my blindfold.”
