Page 45 of Stockholm (Angel of Mercy #1)

The Keeper

I can hear her heart hammering from across the room. Her hands fists, eyes brightening as she licks her lips. I’ll have to remember that weed makes her a little more bold.

Her eyes flick to Bo, who’s already on his hands and knees and crawling toward the armchair Jesse resides in like a good boy. I crook a finger at her to regain her attention and point to the ground in front of me. “I’m waiting, Emma.”

She swallows, and her hesitance has my cock throbbing for her.

A beat passes and she falls forward onto her hands and makes the first moves to crawl toward me.

I’ve missed this. Missed her hair falling into her eyes as they hang on my every word.

Missed the sight of her body and knowing that she’ll let me do whatever I want to her.

She moves self-consciously, slightly unsure of herself but she keeps her eyes on mine to search for my reaction.

“What a good listener you are, baby. Come on,” I say, motioning again to the floor between my legs and she finally reaches it, crawling right up between them and sitting back on her heels.

Behind us, I can see Jesse with his fist in Bo’s hair, twisting his head to the side so he can suck a new chain of hickeys along his neck.

I brush her hair back behind her ear, and the tiny contact has her breathing in sharply. She’s so fucking worked up, the submission having her panting with need already.

“Look at you, so turned on at the thought of obeying me, aren’t you?” I ask, wanting her to acknowledge it. She gives a tiny nod. “ Good,” I lean forward and touch the floor with my pointer finger, like I’m training a puppy. “Down, girl.”

She blinks, looking down at my finger, then back up at me questioningly. I repeat the motion, raising an eyebrow and she sinks to her forearms, her eyes liquid fire on me.

I wonder how soaked she is. I place my hand on her cheek and press to the side so her face rests on the laces of my boot. She swallows, but lets me move her like this, looking up at me with those inquisitive eyes of hers. “You look so fucking pretty like this. Ass up.”

A flush takes over her face, but she quickly adjusts her position so that her back arches deliciously up into the air, and I can see her thighs clenching as she looks up at me from below.

I reach down and brush my hand across her face.

She leans into my touch as it winds up her shoulder and along the curve of her spine to her soft shorts.

I slide my hand under the waist band, watching her wiggle as I massage the skin briefly, then pull my hand free and spank her with a sharp crack.

She cries out and I see Bo turn, his lips swollen from Jesse’s habit of biting them.

“Being loud is only getting you an audience, Princess,” Jesse says darkly and I smile at him. Emma whimpers into my boot, hiding her face in the laces but staying in place.

“One more for your antics tonight,” I say, bringing my hand down on the other side of her ass. She tries to hold in a shout, rocking as the sting breaks out across her skin.

“You’re doing so well,” I say, “Now, let me make it feel better and then I’ll let you start your punishment.”

She peeks up at me, obviously thinking that the spanking had been the discipline. I just smile at her, and brush my hands along her skin, then running them under her shorts and pushing them down over the curve of her ass. She tightens under my touch as she’s put on display for the room.

“Fucking beautiful,” I say under my breath, looking down at her .

She’s warring with the pride she feels at my comment, and I see Bo’s eyes on her as my hand runs along the curve of her ass to slide through her pussy.

She’s soaking wet and shakily moaning beneath me. “angel, you’re so wet just from a little crawl across the floor. I’m starting to think you’re desperate to be my little toy.”

Emma nods her head, but I need more. “Say it. Tell me you want me to use you.” Nothing makes me crazier than hearing the words fall from her mouth.

She licks her lips, her brows turning up in the middle like she’s pleading.

“I—” Her eyes dart to Bo, who’s still on his knees between Jesse’s legs, being held in place by Jesse’s fist in his hair.

I watch her take in Bo’s unzipped jeans, and how Jesse’s hand fists Bo as his mouth alternates bites and kisses along his neck and shoulders.

Bo’s hazy eyes fall shut at the attention, losing himself in the submission.

Emma flicks those gorgeous eyes to mine. “Use me, Noah. Please.” A roll of lust sets fire to my blood at the words, at the sight of her as my fingers slide through her slick pussy, then pump inside. Her eyes fall shut and she pushes back against me, seeking more friction, more depth.

With my free hand, I reach down and unbutton my pants, pulling myself free. When I remove my fingers from her she whines, and I smile fondly down at her. “It’s okay baby, I’ve got something for you right up here.”

I circle my hand under her throat and push her back so that she’s once again sitting on her heels. “Come forward. Closer. There you go,” I say when she’s scooted snugly into the space between my legs. “Close your eyes.”

She does and I nod at Jesse, motioning with my hands for what I want, and he digs in the corner table and tosses me a pair of handcuffs.

Emma jolts at the sound of metal, but I quiet her, circling them around her wrists in front of her body.

Behind us I can see Jesse dangling a pair in front of Bo’s face .

“Listen closely. I’m putting these on you, and you're going to get disciplined now, okay? I want you to try and take it but if you need to stop, remember to cross your fingers and I’ll let you go.”

She shivers from the cold metal encircling her wrists, and maybe the threat in my words, but she just nods. “Okay, Noah.”

The sound of my name on her lips makes me smile, and I kiss her. “Open your mouth.”

She does, and I grab her hair and shove her mouth onto my cock, thrusting into the back of her throat. Her cuffed hands fly to my thighs but I brush them off and pull out, letting her gulp in air.

“No, no. Hands on the ground, Emma.” She complies, her eyes shining and face red as she looks at me. “Show me you can still cross your fingers like that, yeah? Good girl, ready?”

She nods, and I grip the back of her head, pushing more gently this time to have her taking me almost to the back of her throat. She tries her best to accommodate me, and in return I pet her hair, and tell her how perfect she is, how good she looks taking me like my perfect little plaything.

After a minute, I see her rubbing her thighs together and her eyes are heavy with need. “Open up, Emma.”

She waits patiently with her mouth open as I hit the joint again and shotgun into her mouth, which she takes a little smoother this time.

I nuzzle into her neck. “Are you feeling okay?”

She nods. “So good, thank you.” She moves to take me back into her mouth and I stop her. Her gaze turns curious.

“Come here. Punishment’s over.” She stands and I turn her so she’s facing away from me, sitting her back on my lap reverse cowgirl style.

“Up,” I direct and she lifts her hips, where I notch myself at her entrance.

I reach around and grab her by her throat, forcing her back against my chest and her head falls to my shoulder.

I thrust inside her, our bodies meeting in a force that has her eyes rolling back. I have total control of her pleasure like this and it makes me feral.

“If it’s too much, say Red.” I bite her ear, making her moan. “I’m going to bring Bo over, is that okay? ”

She looks up at me and I kiss her, washing away any insecurity she has about telling me she wants Bo to join us. Like I told her, I’m not jealous of the people in this room. They care for her just as I do.

They can’t fuck her, not right now. Today this part of her belongs only to me.

Keeping my hand at her throat, continuing to pound into her, I call for Bo, who is currently gagging on Jesse’s dick with his hands cuffed behind him, as Jesse tugs on the cuffs, keeping him suspended in a precarious position. He grips his head, fucking up into Bo’s mouth.

“Jesus Christ, your hot mouth is my favorite goddamn place in the world,” Jesse groans.

Hearing me, Jesse pulls out of his mouth and pulls back on the cuffs so Bo’s gasping and facing our direction. The second he sees Emma bared, bouncing on me, his eyes darken, watching where we meet.

“Want another taste?” I ask, and he nods eagerly. Emma moans, her body rolling with the knowledge her best friend wants her just as much as I do.

I brush her hair back with one hand and pull it into my fist so it’s not falling into her face. I want her to see Bo devour her.

Jesse helps Bo to his knees, and leads him over to kneel in front of me, then tilts his head up with his hand around his neck and crouches low over him.

Bo leans forward to meet Jesse’s kiss, but before he can reach him, Jesse bites him gently on the lip, then licks the sting away.

Instead he kisses Bo’s forehead with a sweetness that resonates through the room.

“You’re not allowed to come, Bo, until you get Emma to the finish line, okay?” Jesse says, turning Bo’s head back to where Emma sits in front of him. Bo’s eyes are desperate, looking up at me as I fuck her.

“ I’m getting her to the finish line, let me just make that clear,” I say, fucking into her at a quicker pace.

Jesse laughs darkly, tugging Bo’s jeans down and pushing him so he’s bent over, his head resting on my knee. “Don’t be jealous, he’s got a wicked mouth. Your girl’s about to find out.”

Emma shivers at the words. “Bo, please.”

He groans, Jesse at his back, spitting down onto his cock and pushing the head of it inside him. Bo’s eyes fall heavy as he looks up at me with the same expression Emma had just moments before.