Page 57 of The Promises We Break

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t looking at that one.” She’s trying to convince herself more than me.

“Yes, you were.” I place my hand under the hem of her top, grazing my fingers over the soft skin of her stomach, wrapping my arm around her back and pulling her hips to mine.

She whimpers, feeling the hardness of my length against her belly button.

“But guys don’t like that. They like to be in charge.” She refuses to look at me, only allowing her gaze to protrude downward, in a shame that she shouldn’t feel.

It didn’t take long for me to realize she was sheltered her entire life, but I didn’t realize until now how debilitating it has made her feel. The glass ceiling she was raised in is built of fortified metal and stone, and I have every intention of breaking it the fuck apart.

Tipping up her chin, I force her to look at me.

Our eyes sear into each other. The burning desire behind hers fuels mine.

“That guy doesn’t.” I angle her chin toward the video playing behind me. I can’t see the man, but I can hear him. Boy, can I hear him. He’s close, desperate, begging.

Her eyes flutter with her heavy breath, hearing the guttural, anguished sounds coming from the tiny speakers thunderously filling the silence between us.

“Youlike control.” Her eyes wholly focused on the wretched man.

“I’d give it up for you.” I trail my hand down her chest, over her pebbled nipples, and dip my fingers into her loose cotton shorts. Her arousal coats my fingers instantly, and we moan in unison.

I need more of her. God, I’m desperate for her, as much as that man in the video is desperate for the release his lover has withheld from him.

I switch places with Ember, placing her back against my chest. My body leans against the counter as I circle my arms around her and slide my fingers over her slit.

We can both see the screen. The man’s hands are still tied to the bed, his lover edging him to the peak of his climax before stopping. He’s begging, whining, and asking for release.

Ember grips me tightly, one hand clenching around my pant leg, her other around the back of my neck, holding on for dear life.

Her moans grow louder with his. It doesn’t take a genius to see how much she likes to please more than be pleased herself. She can’t take her eyes off him, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

Would I give up control for her? Let her do whatever the hell comes to that gorgeous mind of hers?

Fuck, yes.

His moaning stops, and I glance up to find the woman walking around the bed, grabbing something from offscreen, then appearing again at the end of the bed. Ember’s hips are rolling into my hand as she moans, my moans echoing her own. My hips dance with hers subconsciously, my cock needing something, anything.

The woman kneels onto the bed, placing herself between the man’s legs. Pressing one hand to the inside of his thigh, his legs open, and a shiny plug appears in the palm of her other hand. My eyes are a permanent fixture on the blinded man. His eyes may be covered, but he knows damn well what’s coming.

I should have done a better job of screening the fucking video, given the fact that I just told Ember I’d give up control for her. I’ve never had a plug up my ass, so I’m not quite sure how I, or she, feel about that.

It takes milliseconds to figure it out, when Ember’s lips partand she whimpers along with the man as the plug invades the forbidden space.

I freeze, trying to focus on him—her—my own shocked response to the sexual act, which is surprisingly a whirlwind of sensation pooling at the base of my spine, ready to explode when Ember whispers, “Please, don’t stop.”

She tosses her head back against my chest as she moans through an explosive orgasm, timed perfectly with his.

Jesus, fuck.

That was hotter than I expected.

My cock is rock hard, and I need her. I need her so fucking bad.

Flipping her around, I grip her waist and lift her on top of the island. Pulling down the front of my sweatpants, my cock springs out and she reaches for it on instinct. Her delicate fingers wrap around the base, and she strokes her hand to the tip, feeling my hardened length under the soft skin, forcing a grunt from me of an immeasurable tone.

She feels so good. Everything she does feels so good.

I’m staring into her blazing green diamond eyes, that are as hooded as mine, and I’m desperate to taste her. Before I can crush my lips to hers, the ringing from our front door intercom chastises me, stopping both of us.

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