JUNIPER’S POV
Hiram’s hands catch mine, pulling it away from his collar.
“I do not think you know what you are asking for, June.” His gaze doesn’t shift from mine as he says this.
Of course, I don’t. I have only read books like this, where the girl gets punished for defiling orders, and I want to know what it feels like. So he is right-I am only curious.
“I know,” I say as I run my hands down his body. “You are angry, and you want to punish me for it.” I try to put the words in his head while I continue trailing my hands down his body as he gazes at me.
Before my hand can reach his crotch, he grabs it, spinning me around at once, allowing my back to come in contact with his chest.
“Do not start what you cannot finish, June,” he says, causing bumps to sprout up my skin. I swallow hard at his words, but something in me wants to push further.
“And what if I want to?” I whisper, and he scoffs in my ear.
Before I can say another word, he hoists me over his shoulder. The world tilts as he holds me tightly, making his way out of the room. My heart pounds in my chest as I do not know what he will do next, but every nerve in my body shoots up in excitement.
He strides up the stairs with me over his shoulder. We reach his bedroom, and he lowers me to the floor. Before I can catch my breath, he steps away, disappearing into his closet.
I glance around, momentarily distracted by the bold, dark tones of the room. The aesthetics are intoxicating, and I am almost lost in it, but then, I feel it-his hands gripping my arms, pulling them firmly behind me. I barely have time when something cold grazes my wrists. The cool metal sends a shock through my skin, and before I can form a word, he releases me. That is when I realize he cuffed me.
“You want to be punished, then you will have to earn it,” he says, running his thumb on my lower lip as I stare at him with my mouth open. “On your knees.” His voice comes out softly, but it is a command, so my knees kiss the floor at once.
“Good girl.” That word does things I cannot explain, and hearing it from him makes the muscles in my core tighten.
His thumb trails my lips shortly before he shoves it into my mouth, pushing it back and forth while I suck on it with my eyes fixed on the bulge of his sweatpants. I feel my body heating up, and I want nothing more than to run my hands on it.
Slowly, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth, then he unties the rope of his sweatpants, pulling it down to reveal his hardened cock. As I stare at it, I feel the wetness pooling in my core, and I imagine him filling me with it, but he says I have to earn it.
He teases me more by rubbing the tip of his cock on my lower lip, driving the frustration I feel to the roof. His job is to make me regret the decision I made, but I do not want to break in front of him. My hands are bound, so I rub my thighs together to feel the burning desire in between my legs. Desperate to taste him, I put out my tongue, trying to lick the tip of his cock, but he withdraws.
Hiram’s cocky smirk doesn’t waver as he watches my reaction.
“Is that desperation I see in your eyes, June?” he murmurs, grabbing my jaw and holding my face close to his cock.
“Yes,” I groan in frustration as I apply more pressure between my thighs, causing a small triumphant smirk to tug at his lips, which shows he is enjoying my misery.
“Because you asked nicely.” His voice is low and raspy, doing nothing more than pushing me to the edge of desperation. He grabs my face, bringing it closer to him as I open my mouth, taking in his length and tasting his goodness.
As I part my lips around his length, I feel it stretch my mouth, forcing me to adjust to his size. My lips slide over him, slowly at first, savoring the taste, and Hiram’s deep groan reverberates through the air, sending a shiver down my spine. I literally feel my panties getting wet by the second. Slowly, my tongue glides around his length, taking him deeper, and with each stroke, it gets smoother.
Hiram’s breathing intensifies, then he slides his hand under the back of my head, packing my hair up and holding onto it gently. Then he guides me back and forth on his length, increasing the pace from both ends. I close my eyes, surrendering to the rhythm he is setting, the sensation of him filling my mouth, making my pulse race.
“Look at you,” his thick and raspy voice comes out low. “Taking me so well, my good girl.”
He thrusts deeper, hitting the back of my throat, and I gag slightly, my eyes watering, causing him to pull away, but I want to feel it again. So I lunge forward, taking his entire length until it hits the back again, earning a groan from him.
“Fuck! Just like that!” he cries out, fueling me more.
He moves faster, his control slipping as he loses himself in the heat of the moment. My mouth stretches around him as I try to keep pace, his hand on the back of my head now urging me forward in a frantic rhythm. I can feel the tension coiling in him as the heat and the urgency build him closer to his release.
With one final, ragged groan, his muscles tense, and he pushes deeper. His body shudders as he reaches his peak. His grip on my hair loosens slightly as he lets out a breathless growl, filling my mouth with the last waves of his climax. I keep my eyes on him, swallowing the salty release, and I watch the satisfaction in his eyes, telling me just how well I have pleased him.
His thumb runs across my lips, wiping the remnants of his cum on it, then he slides his hand down my throat, gripping it lightly, and helping me to my feet. He brings my face to his, taking my lips roughly with his hands, sliding down my butt and grabbing it intensely as his cock comes in contact with my dress. Suddenly, I feel him growing, and he pulls away, lifting me off the ground and placing me on the bed on my stomach.
He gets behind me, sliding his hands under my body, and pulling me towards him with my butt resting on his hardened cock. He lifts my dress, throwing the flared part on my back, then he pulls down my panties, burying his face between my butt cheeks as his hand trails down my pussy. Without warning, he digs three fingers into it, causing me to whimper, then he pulls one out, moving his index and middle finger into me while he kisses my butt cheek.
“You taste divine.” His words get to me, causing my core to pulse around his fingers. The tension in my core builds with each deliberate motion, and my breath comes in desperate gasps as my body responds positively.
He lets out a grunt, pulling out his fingers, then he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me to him as he pushes his cock into my pussy.
A whimper escapes my lips as I try to steady myself, and he holds me, pushing further. He remains still without moving an inch as my body trembles beneath him. Desperate for him, I grind against his skin while he watches me, sliding his hands underneath my dress to find my breasts. His hands stroke my hardened nipples, teasing them slightly, then he pulls away, holding my waist with both his hands from the side. Slowly, he moves in and out of me, causing me to arch my back involuntarily with a muffled moan escaping my lips.
“I want to hear your sexy moan. Keeping it in won’t help.” He grunts as he pounds deep into me, earning a moan from me. “Louder!” He commands, and involuntarily, my body obeys him.
Soon, only the sounds of our flesh slapping together and our moans fill the room. He increases his pace, running his thumb on my clit. In no time, my body shudders underneath his, causing me to curl my feet as I feel my body opening up with release. My moan sends him into overdrive, and soon he lets out a needy grunt, making him pound faster before he pulls out, allowing me to lie on my belly as he decorates my bum with his warm juice. Then he collapses close to me, staring into my eyes with his breath coming in pulses.
He leaves the bed and returns shortly, unlocking the handcuff, then he takes it off. I rub my wrists, which feel a bit sore. He helps me to my feet, then he pulls off my gown, leaving me stark naked.
“Does it hurt?” he asks as he grabs my hand and looks at my wrist.
I shake my head.
“I’m fine,” I reply. Then he wipes off the cum on my butt, using my gown while I stare at his gorgeous blue eyes. My hands reach for his face, cupping it, and I stand on my tiptoe, mashing my lips with his gently.
I pull away from him.
“We should take a shower,” he says, and I nod. Then he leads me to the bathroom to clean up.
Soon, we are done with the shower, and I am now dressed in his shirt, which is below my knees. We cozy up in bed with my head on his chests and his hands caressing my body. My hands slide into his hair, moving in circles on his scalp.
“Alex is my best friend,” he breaks the silence between us, and I look at him through the dim lighting of the room. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. She is a cool person to hang out with, and I am sure you will love her.” His lips meet my forehead when he says this.
“And Nala?” He lets out a sigh when I ask.
“I met her through Alex, and we hooked up, but it didn’t turn out well. She is a nice person, but I wasn’t very attracted to her sexually, so I called it off. Last night she had her birthday party, and Alex couldn’t keep her mouth shut about the both of us. It made Nala angry, but we worked it out,” he says, and I inhale deeply, shutting my eyes.
I imagine the both of us splitting when he realizes he is not very attracted to me.
“June,” his gruff tone causes my eyes to flip open. “I want you.” When he says this, I glance at him with my brows creasing slightly.
“You have said that before, and I understand you do not want to hurt me because…” He lifts my chin and presses his lips on mine before I can finish.
I catch a breath, trying to calm the ache in my chest as he pulls away from me.
“I know it is scary, but you deserve better than this.” I shut my eyes, expecting him to fill me with his BS talk. “So, I am willing to take the responsibilities because I cannot afford to lose you.” My eyes flip open again.
“What… what are you saying, Hiram?” I ask, slipping my hands away from him.
He turns to face me. “I am asking you to be mine.”