It had been a weird few months...
Emily hadn't expected things to go immediately back to normal...but she also hadn't anticipated it taking this long. She'd tried everything she could think of – she'd done the take-down re-certification, she'd brought him coffee in the mornings, she'd even broken down and given him a neck rub once. (They hadn't really talked about things...but that wasn't really either of their styles anyway.) She was losing her mind trying to figure out how to fix things with Derek; he was her partner and her best friend and she wanted him back.
Which, she supposed, is how she ended up here...
Here, being tied to Derek's bedframe, completely naked, while he stood at the foot of the bed, watching her struggle.
"Well?" she prompted, getting impatient. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?"
"Ah-ah, Princess," he tutted, "If you're going to be mouthy, I'm going to have to gag you. Is that what you want?" She shook her head. "That's what I thought." Still, though, he made no move to touch her. He simply stood there, palming his hard cock through his boxer-briefs.
Finally, when he could tell that she'd grown sufficiently exasperated, he approached, trailing his fingers along her exposed skin. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked, smirking when a frisson of excitement raced down her spine. He chuckled. "So, you're one of those, hmm?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she insisted, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
"Sure you don't," he said, smirking. He moved to untie one of her hands. "Be a good girl and help me out..." he said with a pointed look. She didn't need to be told twice. Spitting in her palm, she took his cock in her hand and began stroking him. He groaned, head lolling back, eyes falling shut. "Fuck, so good, Em..."
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but he was quick to cover her mouth with his hand, clearly sending the message that he didn't want to hear from her. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, but she was willing to stay silent if that's what it took.
She brushed her thumb over the head of his cock, smearing it with precum, making him twitch in her hand. She had to admit that she loved how easily she was able to have him groaning and gasping, how quickly she was able to reduce him to a needy mess.
It wasn't long before he wrapped his fingers around her wrist to halt her movement. "I've got other things in mind, Princess. I wanna cum inside you."
She gasped sharply.
"You like that, don't you? You want my cum?" When she whimpered, nodded, he grinned. "Yeah, you're going to be a good little cumslut for me?" Without waiting for an answer, he moved to straddle her hips. "You want my cock, Princess?"
She nodded eagerly.
"Beg me."
With a petulant little huff, she pleaded, "Please, Derek? I want your cock – I want it so bad... I want you inside me, I want you to make me cum. Please..."
Satisfied by her begging, he guided himself into her in one smooth motion. "Fuck, Em..." he groaned, "You feel so good."
"Yes," she gasped, "Please, Derek...more."
Nearly feral with desire, he began thrusting. "Damn, you feel so good – you feel the way your cunt is gripping my cock? I can barely move, you're so tight."
She hated how easily he seemed to be able to elicit a reaction from her, how easily he had her cunt dripping. But she also found it hard to care when his touch seemed to be lighting her on fire in the most delicious way. Her eyes fell shut, her back going taut when he found her clit.
"Look at me," he commanded. When her eyes found his again, he grinned his signature million watt smile. "See how deep I'm getting?" he said between grunts, drawing her attention to the way her belly bulged with each of his thrusts. "Goddamn, Princess, that's so fucking sexy..."
His words and the way he was hitting that perfect spot inside her, in sharp counterpoint to his gun-calloused finger on her clit, had her cumming in the next moment, a string of curses falling from her lips.
He chuckled. "Oh, Princess, I'm just getting warmed up..."