Claimed Darker by Em Brown
Chapter 6
DARREN
Past
Ican tell Bridget’s unhappy with the delay and was probably more than ripe for coming, but a good sub should get used to orgasm denial now and then.
After the attendants have set up the bed and completed the turn-down service, I pull Bridget into the room and close the sliding door behind us. She fidgets with the blinds to make sure they’re closed. Stepping to her, I cup her face. Though I’m dying to kiss her, I can’t with her busted lip. Instead, I turn her head and aim for the side of her neck. She moans softly as I take mouthfuls of her and pass my lips over her throat.
“We should keep it as quiet as we can,” she says.
“I’m not the one who’s loud,” I answer.
She blushes. “Which is probably why we shouldn’t be doing this.”
I grab her ass and press her pelvis to mine. “You want me to stop?”
Her brow furrows. “No.”
I grind my hips into her as I lock her gaze in mine. “You look so sexy when you’re turned on.”
All women do. Their eyes brighten at the same time their pupils dilate. Some women tend to lower their eyes, but Bridget will often stare straight into me. There’s this desperate yearning in the depths of her eyes, a give-it-to-me look that makes me crazy and want to fuck her brains out. She’s not even conscious that’s what she’s doing, whereas Kimberly would overdramatize her expressions as if she’s being filmed for a porno.
Reaching behind Bridget, I untie the halter at the back of her neck and, peeling the dress down her body, I get a good whiff of her arousal as I pass by her hips. I slip her sandals off her feet before removing her panties. On the flight over, I had stuffed the underwear in her mouth to keep her quiet, but it might be too much for her lip.
Standing up, I undo her strapless bra, the last of her clothing. I comb my fingers through her pubic hair, which I think I’ll trim when we get back to San Francisco. Fitting my hand between her thighs, I continue where I had left off, caressing her wet pussy with my fingers.
“Don’t forget to ask permission first,” I remind her.
“Is that going to be an all-the-time rule?” she asks.
“Makes things simpler.”
“Can I come?”
“No.”
She purses her lips, but her anger doesn’t last in the face of lust. Curling my fingers inside of her, I watch every furrow of the brow, every blink of her eyes, every gasp.
“Can I come now?” she murmurs.
I shake my head.
She releases a shaky breath and narrows her eyes. “Please?”
“Not yet.”
She grabs my biceps and drops her forehead to my chest. I hear her whimper. “Please, now.”
“In ten.”
“Oh God.”
“Nine…eight.”
Her grip tightens.
“Seven, six,” I count.
She grunts.
“Five.”
She uses my chest to muffle a squeal.
“Four…three.”
Silence.
“Two and one.”
Her body shudders against mine. Her pussy spasms on my fingers. She lets out a cry. I slow my stroking, pick her up and place her on the bed. Lying over her, I grasp and knead a breast.
“I was too loud,” she whispers. “Do you think anyone heard?”
“Depends how close they were,” I reply before closing my mouth over her nipple.
She groans. “I should just give you a hand job or suck you off.”
My raging hard-on should be happy with either, but I want to be inside her. No need to let all that wetness go to waste.
She yelps when I nibble on the nipple harder. “See what I mean?”
She tries to wriggle away from me. I slap the side of a breast to stop her.
“Don’t move,” I order before sucking on her nipple.
She gasps loudly, then pushes against my shoulders. “Darren!”
As soon as I come off her nipple, she grabs my head and tries to keep me from latching back on.
“Seriously, I don’t want anyone to hear,” she insists.
I reach over and grab a pillow. “Here. Hold it over your face.”
She hesitates at first, then takes the pillow. I go back to squeezing her breasts and nibbling her nipples, making her squirm beneath me. While attending to one breast, I shove my middle and ring finger into her snatch. She grunts and cries into the pillow before pulling it off to ask to come. After giving her permission, I finger fuck her until she comes with limbs jerking and body heaving.
Pushing myself to my knees, I pull off my shirt and undo my pants. Taking out my cock, I agitate it against her clit.
Removing the pillow, she says, “I’m good. I don’t need to come again.”
“Not your choice,” I reply, sinking into her, then withdrawing to slap my dick against her clit. “Coming is required this time.”
She covers her face with the pillow again. I alternate between plunging into her and using my cock against her clit. I push one of her legs toward her chest so that I can go deeper. She feels good every time.
I push my cock against her clit and folds. Her body bows beneath mine, and she grinds her pelvis toward me. Sinking back into her, I piston my hips quickly, then roll them slowly, then withdraw again to rob my cock furiously against her clit. As soon as I plunge back into her wet heat, she erupts. Her cunt spasming against my cock sends me into orgasm. I growl as the tension shoots through me. My legs quiver. My heartbeat soars.
After bucking my hips against her, making sure I get every ounce of euphoria that I can and emptying the last drop of cum, I withdraw and lie down beside her. I thought I’d be over her by now, but it feels like I’m not even halfway to satisfying my appetite.
