Page 15 of Holidays and Handcuffs

He groans and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to crush our lips together. His tongue invades my mouth at the same time that his cock nudges inside. My eyes go wide. I’m drenched, but he still stretches me with every inch he squeezes in.

I think he gets in about halfway and my gasps soon turn into whimpers. I press my palm against his chest and he slows down.

His eyes are so darkened with lust they look nearly black. I can feel his chest rise and fall with harsh breaths. “Breathe through it, Princess. You’re doing so well.”

“I don’t know if I can do it,” I manage to say as it feels like I’m about to burst at the seams.

“You can, Princess, just breathe.”

I release a harsh breath and lift my hips as he goes all the way in. I let out a cry as he breaks through my barrier, already stretched from his fingers. He cups my cheek and pauses.

“You okay?”

I nod.

“Let me know if you need me to take it easy,” he groans.

“Okay.”

And then he pulls out and rams into me and I see stars. His cock fills me completely, the pain is immediately replaced with pleasure. It feels so good, sending sensation through my whole body.

I’m about to have another orgasm and it feels so intense. My neutral circuits go haywire. I scream as it tears through me, violent and all consuming.

Chapter 6

Jack

I watch as Emily basks in the afterglow of her orgasm, her eyes half-closed, a small, contented smile playing on her lips. My chest tightens at the sight of her in my bed. She belongs here.

I slip out of bed carefully, and walk into the bathroom to discard the condom. The sight of it, evidence of her innocence, hits me harder than I expected. She gave me something precious tonight. Something she’s never given anyone else.

Grabbing a towel, I warm it under the sink. When I return, she’s still lying in bed. I kneel beside her, running the warm towel gently over her skin, cleaning her with as much care as I can manage.

“Was I too rough?” I ask quietly, my voice laced with guilt. I search her face for any sign of discomfort, hating the thought that I might’ve hurt her. She shakes her head, her eyes meeting mine.

“I’m good,” she whispers, her voice soft and reassuring, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Relief floods through me, and I climb back into bed, pulling her into my arms. Her body fits perfectly against mine, like she was made to be here. We lay there in comfortable silence, her head resting on my chest, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her back.

After a while, she breaks the silence. “If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?”

I look down at her, surprised by the question. My fingers pause their movement, and I tilt her chin up so she’s looking atme. “Here,” I answer without hesitation, meaning every word. “Right here, with you.”

Her smile returns, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. There’s something weighing on her, and I can sense it. “What about you?” I ask, my voice soft. “Where would you want to be?”

She exhales, her shoulders sinking a little as if the weight of her thoughts is pressing down on her. “Here,” she admits, but her tone lacks the conviction of mine.

I can’t help but ask, “what’s bothering you?”

She’s quiet for a moment, biting her lip before she finally speaks. “My parents are having a Christmas dinner tomorrow. I got a text from them saying Billy has been discharged from the hospital. I… I’m not looking forward to it.”

My jaw tightens at the mention of her family. They’ve done nothing but make her life harder. I want to tell her she doesn’t have to go, that she owes them nothing, but I know her too well. I know the sense of duty she feels, even if it’s misplaced.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go,” I say, my tone firmer than I intend. I want to keep her away from them, away from the toxicity they’ve always surrounded her with.

She sighs again, shaking her head. “I have to go. My mom will throw a fit.”

I can’t stop the anger that surges inside me. “Will you come with me?” she asks quietly, her eyes searching mine.

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