Page 33 of Cursed Lifeline (Eternal Love)

Thirty Two

Felix

song: Lady, touch yourself | Nikki Idol

One by one, my brothers, the watchers, Evangeline and Celeste, somberly file out of the study. As the door closes on creaky hinges, I step toward Esme and quickly back her up against the nearest wall.

I lost her once.

I won’t lose her again.

Her eyes fill with heated rage as she places her palms against my chest in defense, obviously still angry about whatever was in that letter. She opens her mouth to speak and tries to put distance between us, but if the distance she has planned causes her to be erased from my world again, I’ll be damned if I give her even an inch.

Harshly grasping her wrists, I force her hands above her head. She arches her back, pressing her mouth-watering tits into me. Releasing a carnal growl, my desire to remind her of what’s at stake grows into indecent needs we’ve denied ourselves for far too long.

She’s smart and stays quiet, knowing anything she says I’ll have a rebuttal to. After a tense moment, instead of fighting with words, she chooses to go to war with me a different way and taunts me with a roll of her hips against my groin.

If we’re teetering on the edge of losing everything again, there’s a lesson only I can teach her. And there is no time like the present for her to learn.

Leaning closer, I growl, “You’re playing with danger you haven’t been trained against yet.”

“Is that so,” she taunts, grinding her pelvis against my hard length. I suck in a sharp breath. “Which danger do you speak of? The perilous mission to break the curse, or the fact that your body trembles with the same need that’s desperately coursing through mine?”

My palms begin to shake. Dropping one to her throat, I tighten my grip when she attempts to roll her hips against mine a second time. Pinning her against the wall, caging her in, and pressing my firm body fiercely against her soft one to stop her tempting caress, I growl, “Giving into my craving for you would surely ruin both of us, doll.”

Dropping my hold on her wrists, I keep a tight grip on her throat and trail my free hand between us. Her tight dress creates an obstacle, but I manage to raise it up her thighs gently. Her eyes smile as she opens her legs, and my ?ngertips graze lightly across her bare core.

“Esme,” I groan, quickly pressing two fingers deep inside her. She attempts to suck in a breath from the sudden, sharp intrusion, but I tighten my grip around her throat and deny her. A beautiful crimson color graces her cheeks as she struggles to draw in the air she desperately needs.

Fingering her pussy, I growl, “Is this for me?”

Staring into my eager eyes, her wetness pools as her body tells me she loves the deprivation of one sense to intensify another. Her hips buck, her face turns a breathtaking shade of red as I pleasure her the way she craves. Just before she crashes over the edge, I loosen my grip on her throat and remove my fingers. She sucks in a sharp gasp. I wait until her breathing has slowed and then thrust a finger back inside her.

She purrs as I begin to stroke her slowly. Her inner walls throb and tighten from my skilled caress. She’s so eager, so responsive, so close to climax it’s concerning.

Pulling her from the wall, I back her slowly across the room. She grips the lapels of my suit and eagerly matches my hungry steps. We trip in the middle of the private space and almost topple to the floor. Thankfully, I right us just in time because if I lay with Esme now, there would be no holding back. I’d claim her before she took her next breath.

Pushing her on top of my desk, I instruct, “Sit.”

Her thighs thump against the thick mahogany wood. She smiles and gracefully places her luscious backside on the desk.

“Spread. Your. Legs.”

Her grin grows as she bites her bottom lip, submits, and does as I say.

“Touch yourself.”

She blinks a few times. A blush creeps across her porcelain skin. Slowly, she complies. Timid, shy at first, I watch with hungry eyes as she raises her dress to her waist, and her fingers dip inside her wet pussy once, twice, three tantalizing times before she raises them and rubs lazy circles around her clit. After a moment, she breaks eye contact. Her head falls back; a gratifying moan fills the room. I take an eager step forward.

“Are you close, Esme?”

Her ?ngers dip inside her swollen cunt, and she purrs, “Yes.”

“Eyes on me,” I hiss as I step hungrily between her thighs.

Her head falls forward and she locks her hazy gaze with mine.

“Good girl. Now, show me how you play with yourself when no one’s watching.”

Glancing down, I become mesmerized as her ?ngers dip inside her slowly at first, then quicker as her wetness pools. Eventually, she curls them, rubs faster, then frantically raises them and desperately circles her swollen clit, before thrusting them back inside her. A depraved moan falls from her lips as she quickly approaches climax.

“What are you thinking about, doll?”

“You,” she breathes out desperately.

Groaning, I kneel and spread her legs wider, taking a front-row seat to the best show of the last century.

“Do you touch yourself often to the thought of me?”

“Every night,” she softly cries.

Blowing against her sex, she sucks in a sharp breath.

Taking a deep inhale, I growl, “The smell of you is intoxicating. But watching you pleasure yourself to the thought of me, fuuucck….” Trailing off, I raise my gaze and lock eyes with her as she continues to finger herself on the top of my desk. Her wetness puddles on top of the dark wood. The sounds of her fingers running through the slickness between her thighs cause my need to grow until it’s throbbing and desperate to be unleashed. I lick my lips and keep my gaze locked on hers.

“Tell me doll, when you think of me, do you see stars?”

She moans my name, then starts to crash over the edge. Grabbing her wrist, I force her fingers slowly out of her greedy center.

“Please,” she begs, breathing heavily and reluctantly coming down from her high.

“Not yet,” I warn as I stick her fingers in my mouth and suck her flavor down the back of my throat. Groaning, I rise only when I can tell she’s no longer teetering on the brink and gently place her fingers back inside her.

“Finger yourself slowly,” I growl. “Keep yourself on the edge.”

Licking my lips, savoring her taste, eyes locked on hers, my cock throbs as she obeys. Fingers interlocked, I groan as the greedy need of her body’s depraved wishes coat our hands. It takes everything in me not to drop to my knees and ?nish her off.

Together, we slowly coax her to another tantalizing crest. She starts to cry out. Gripping her fingers, I rip them from her body and stop her from climaxing. Immediately her free hand reaches for her center. Snatching her wrist, I secure both in a tight grip at her sides.

She gasps and struggles against my firm grip. Her hips rise off the desk, needing, and wanting the contact she craves to give her one last gentle push to heaven.

“You’re vibrating with need, Esme,” I growl. “And fuck, it’s breathtaking to watch, doll.”

Her smell ?lls the room, drugging us both. Leaning in, I rest my mouth against hers. She struggles to breathe slowly. She’s too built up, too hungry, too greedy for a release I stole from her. Her chest rises and falls quickly. Her wide eyes stare directly into mine.

“You need to learn to control yourself.”

“Control myself?” she pants, “No, Felix, I need…”

“Do you understand how delicious you look right now?”

Slowly, her body begins to come down, but she maintains a beautiful high.

Releasing my grip on her wrists, I brush my ?ngers across her sex, coating them with her arousal, and bring them to her lips. Her mouth willingly falls open. Placing them against her tongue, I say, “Tell me, Esme, do you taste delicious?”

She doesn’t hesitate and sucks them quickly dry. Her hips rise off the desk as her taste becomes a drug. Smiling, I lower to my knees, “My turn,” I growl.

Pressing my palms harshly against her inner thighs, I spread her wide. Her hips buck off the desk. Leaning back on my knees, I lock eyes with her, place one finger slowly inside her, and tease, “If I lick this pussy, will you disobey me and cum before I say so?”

She blinks. A newfound sense of control ?lls her stare. She shakes her head, no, and I grin.

“Good girl, now bring your cunt closer, doll.”

Eagerly, she does as I say and scoots toward me. As she does, I force two fingers inside her. She lets out a moan, and her walls instantly clench down. Keeping my fingers buried deep, I don’t move them. Not yet. Not until she’s ready. Taking a deep breath, she eventually controls herself and stops her body from disobeying.

“What a good girl you’re being,” I groan, beginning to stroke her. Her wetness pools down the back of my hand.

She purrs, opens her legs wider, then groans in annoyance as we both feel her center tighten.

“God,” I growl, with the same built-up sexual frustration. “Your pussy wants to cum so bad, doesn’t it, doll?”

She bites her bottom lip, attempting to hang onto her control then lets out a light scream as I lean forward and suck her swollen clit into my mouth. Eyes locked on hers, I continue to draw her towards climax. Her breathing comes quicker as my ?ngers stroke in and out of her with determination. Just as I feel the beginning of her orgasm, I pull away. She lets out a light scream at the loss, and her back collapses against the top of my desk. Panting, her body writhes with a desperate need for release. She’s so worked up that she immediately reaches to touch herself, but I stand quickly, grab both her wrists, and hold them at her side.

Leaning over her, I growl, “Feel how good it feels on the edge? You reach the highest you’ve ever been just before you crash over and risk losing it all. I want to keep you on the edge. Keep you high for me. Maybe if I do, this time, we’ll pay better attention to the risks before it’s too late. Maybe this time, I won’t lose you.”

She cries out with a desperate howl. Leaning back, I watch as a gentle tear rolls down her cheek.

“God,” I groan, as a new addiction unleashes itself on my damned soul. “I love it when you cry for me, doll.”

Kissing the tears away, I release her wrists only when I know she won’t disobey me and touch herself before I say it’s time.

“Bringing you to the brink is my favorite addiction, but watching you cry from the pleasure only I can give you, fuck, it’s a weakness I’ll never get over. ”

Running my ?ngers through her wetness, she looks up at me and purrs, “Will you make love to me tonight?”

Grabbing her hand, I force her to stroke my length.

“Do you think you can take me?” I hiss as her hand circles my crown through my slacks.

Her mouth waters. She bites her lip, and fear fills her eyes as she takes in the size of me. “I want to...”

“Want and can are two separate things,” I grit out as she struggles to wrap her hand around the girth of me. Leaning forward, I continue to stroke her, and she greedily strokes back. Growling against her lips, I say, “I’ll tear you apart, Esme, and I’ll enjoy every delicious fucking second of it.”

Her eyes widen, but her hand strokes harder, faster, matching the rhythm of my ?ngers. Leaning back, she releases me and watches with heated need as I bring her higher. After a moment, her fingers find her center and rub soft circles above my touch.

“We’re standing on the edge of victory this time, Esme. I want to know when we get to the end, we’ll be victorious together and not listen to the momentary high that might push us over too soon.”

Lowering down her body, I slowly lick up her sex. She gasps, then threads her fingers through my hair and holds me hostage against the only heaven I’ll ever experience.

“I promise,” she whispers as I fuck her cunt with my tongue. Holding herself beautifully on the edge of my desk, on the edge of climax, I savor her taste and look up at the most thrilling, intoxicating sight I have ever seen.

Breathless, breasts heaving with the need for release, I plunge my tongue deep inside her as I grip the bodice of her dress and rip her tits free. Rolling her right nipple between my fingertips, her head falls back, and she moans my name. I pinch down hard on her stiff peek, and she bucks her hips. Sucking on her clit, she approaches climax and quickly pulls away before her orgasm hits.

“Good girl,” I growl.

Breathing heavily, she looks down at me. Hope hangs in her eyes. Slipping my ?ngers deep inside her, I suck down on her cherry as she grabs my hair and starts to ride my face. Arching her back, she takes all she can from me without allowing herself to climax. Lesson complete, I groan, “Cum for me, doll. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Her climax hits hard, making her scream out in the most addictive, self-gratifying pain I have ever heard fall from her lips. She digs her nails into my hair and holds me hostage as her orgasm reaches new heights. Riding out her high, I let her take the reins as she gushes down the back of my throat, and I drain her until she’s completely spent until every last drop is pulled from her pulsing core.

When she’s exhausted, and I’ve succeeded in savoring all her body can give, she falls back heavily against the desk.

Rising to my feet, I look down at her and stroke my throbbing length through my slacks. She glances my way and wets her lips. Desire fills her eyes as they lift to meet mine.

“My turn?” she asks eagerly.

Shaking my head, I pull myself free. Desire turns to disbelief as she takes in the size of me. Stroking my length, precum drips from my crown as my gaze falls to her tits. Swiping it between two fingers, still slick with her cum, I lock eyes with Esme and say, “Just a taste.”

Trailing my fingers across her lips, she sucks our flavor into her mouth and lets out a deep groan. My hand trails to her hip and I pull her off the desk.

“Kneel.”

She drops to her knees and opens her mouth eagerly wanting more.

Shaking my head, my thighs begin to shake as I stroke myself and quickly approach my own release. Her mouth, her pussy, her body, isn’t ready to take me just yet.

“Your tits,” I demand, as my hips thrust forward and my cock throbs with each jerk I give it. She lifts her breasts in her palms and pushes them together. “Fuck, doll. You have no idea how desperate I am to make a mess on your porcelain skin.”

She licks her lips. Pinches her nipples. Then says, “On one condition.”

Mischief hangs in her eyes as I work myself harder, faster, and eagerly step toward her breasts.

“Whatever you want,” I growl.

“You won’t stop me when I gather your cum on my fingers and lick myself clean.”

“Watch your dirty mouth, or I’ll tell you to open wide and cum down the back of your fucking throat.”

“Is that a threat?” she sasses. “Or a promise?”

She leans forward and licks the remaining precum off the crown of my cock, and I almost lose it.

Staring down into her pleading eyes, I ask, “You want to taste me, too?”

Her eyes dare me to follow through as she cocks a bratty brow at me that’s instantly my undoing.

“Open. Your. Mouth.”

Slowly, she parts her lips. The second she does, my warm liquid squirts across her mouth, making a mess of her beautiful face. She licks her lips, then grabs the back of my thighs and forces me towards her face. Sucking the tip of my crown in between her warm lips, I release a second wave of cum down the back of her tight little throat.

A deep groan falls from my lips as she sucks me clean. When I have nothing left to give, she begins to suck harder, desperately wanting another taste.

Placing my hand against her shoulder, I force her back.

“Now we’re even,” she grins as she licks her lips. Breathless from my release, thoughts clouded with the image of her sucking me clean, I attempt to find words, but she beats me to them. “Next time, when we fall over the edge, promise me we will do so together?”

Gently urging her to stand, I wrap a protective arm around her waist and pull her towards me. Brushing my thumb across her swollen lips, I savor the feeling of her in my arms, her taste on my tongue, and worry the edge she speaks of also means our end. If so, I silently vow to fall before she reaches that ill-fated peek again. As the unspoken oath settles like a bad omen deep inside my cursed heart, I whisper, “I promise.”