Page 75 of Red Flag
The burst from my lungs shocked me as I heard it around the room. I’d never screamed from sex before in my life.
Nix smirked, standing between my legs. From the bag on the floor, he pulled out a huge pink dildo.
“I just want you,” I panted.
“Soon,monenvie,” he said, trying to hide his grin as he lifted the dildo to my mouth. I opened for him to force it down my throat, making me cough. His eyes flickered to my hands,but I didn’t give the safe sign. I wanted him to see how far I would take his own cock. “I just need you to come one more time.”
And he thrust the toy into my pussy, pinching my clit at the same time. His rhythm was the same as before, but the dildo filled me so much further. I was crying, trying to get up, pulling the cuffs tighter, my words just noises, trying to tell him to not stop.
He wouldn’t anyway.
His focus was on his handiwork as he fucked me violently.
Normally, I hated dildos inside of me, the plastic feel… but this was — fuck.
“Don’t stop,” I cried. “Please, oh my god.Don’t stop.”
And, despite needing this to never end, my body was fighting it, arms pulling, legs kicking, chest rising as the power built in me, leaving me trembling, choking on the sounds as I came again.
He kept going, a complete machine and I blinked the tears away as I pulled on the restraints and I croaked, “Red flag!”
Immediately, he withdrew and went to unclasp the cuffs but I protested. “No, no. Just… need a second. Just anything that isn’t that dildo.” I pointed down to it, realising my hand was free. I’d pulled myself free somehow.
“Are you sure?” he asked, concern clear in his wide eyes. His fingers threaded through mine.
I nodded. “I want you.”
He kissed the back of the hand he held.
The two cuffs around my ankles were undone and he pulled them to rest on his shoulders before drilling into me. He was bent over me, my knees pressed into my chest as he reached around them to brace my neck. “Hand necklace,” he grunted.
My breaths were so fast and shallow, my laugh hardly surfaced as he held me tight.
The ringing of his phone couldn’t even bring me out of my euphoria. The shrill tone, the vibration of the bed just above my ear under his pillow. For two thrusts, he ignored it and I had no means to get it when my body was jelly, one arm held down, the other tied.
But then he leaned even further over me and demanded, “Don’t make a noise.”
I loved it when he spoke during sex. There was a tense grit in his words that always took me closer to the edge.
Caught up in the demanding tone of his words, I didn’t quite realise what he had said until his phone stopped ringing as his pace slowed and his thrusts deepened.
“Salut,” he said, voice gruff, fingers tighter around my neck.
There was a beep and then I could hearCriscoming out of Nix’s speaker. “How’s the arm?” he asked in French.
“Fine. I’ll be riding next week.”
Crissighed in relief. “Where are you? You’re not in your room.”
“Just got a meeting withLivie.”
I raised a brow, still pretending I didn’t speak the language at all.
“Where? Need to speak to you.”
“We went out for lunch.”
“In this weather?” he screeched. “Are you two insane?”
