Corrupted Chaos (Tarnished Empire)(62)

The way his hand roved over my chest to feel my heart beating as he held my gaze had tears forming in my eyes, had the world fading away where I could only see him, and had me convinced I could fall hard for him.

I bit my lip and tried to shake the feeling but Cade must have felt our connection too because as Rodney leaned forward, Cade growled, “No more, Rodney.”

Rodney halted and waited for further instructions, Cade’s voice too full of warning to disobey.

“Stay and watch or leave. I don’t care which. Your mouth isn’t allowed to touch her pussy though.” With that, Cade brought me down hard on his dick.

I tried not to cry out, but the feeling was too much. Cade’s hands slid to my bra and yanked it down so he could play with my tits and pinch my nipples. He didn’t simply kiss my neck, he bit it as Rodney slowly stroked his own cock, watching me rock on Cade’s length.

The picture we made in the mirror, a man with his eyes between my legs, jacking himself off and Cade behind me, fucking me exactly the way I liked, had me flying toward what couldn’t be just an orgasm. It was probably death and heaven. Or hell. Or both mixed in one.

“You feel all this?” Cade asked as he bit my ear and squeezed a breast while thrusting in extra hard one time. “It’s what I give you. You want a little good time, dollface, and you get the best fucking of your life. With me. Always with me.”

He was trying to tell me something. I knew that. He said it with conviction, his cock pulsed with purpose, and his hands owned my tits with demand, but I was too far gone.

As another vibrating shock zapped my inner folds, I shivered, my whole body building toward something so monumental that tears started streaming down my face. I heard Rodney moan as he emptied his seed in his shorts and felt Cade thrust in me harder and faster. He lost control—his neck flexed, his hands gripped me tight, and those tattooed forearms bulged with veins moving to avoid his muscles.

I only saw him and felt him, how his cum shot into my walls, how he softened within me. I only saw the man that agreed to all this solely for my pleasure, and it pushed me over the edge. Blinded by an orgasm from both heaven and hell, and I was sure it had to be both at this point.

It took Cade a minute to wrap his arms around me and remove the plug from my behind. He glanced at Rodney and tossed it his way. “Time for you to go, Rodney.”

“Fuck.” Rodney slowly stood. He eyed me and then Cade with a sort of awe. “Call me if you want—”

“We won’t want.” Cade cut him off, his tone hard and definitive.

Grabbing his shirt, Rodney mumbled that he had to try before he left the room. Neither of us moved until we heard the front door open and close. Then Cade was pulling me back toward the headboard and situating me on the pillows. He disappeared for only a moment to return with neck ties.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Haven’t you looked down lately, dollface?”

Confused, I peered around me.

“You’re over the red line, which means you’re on my side of the bed and have to obey my rules.”

“We just obeyed your rules,” I pointed out, turning to my side and propping my head on my elbow. He didn’t let me lounge there, though; he pushed me onto my back, dragged his hand down my arm, and took my wrist.

“Give me your other wrist,” he murmured.

I laughed nervously. “I’m spent, Cade. You just had a man finger me and then you fucked me. I don’t need to be tied up.”

He’d stopped listening and grabbed my other wrist to fasten the silk tie. Once done, he lifted my hands above my head and tied me to the headboard. “My side, my rules.”

“I think this whole ‘your side, my side’ thing is a little bit on the nose.”

“It was your idea to begin with.”

“I did it based on the principle of the matter—”

“Right.” He disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard running water before he came back with a warm washcloth. Instead of continuing to argue with me, he dragged the towel over my cleavage and across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth. “Tell me, dollface, what was that principle again?”

He asked me only after a minute of standing over me, working my breasts, and quite frankly, I couldn’t talk, let alone remember what the principle was. “Are you going to stand over me all night?”

“I’m cleaning you up. As you said, another man’s hands were on you.” He slid the towel down my stomach, to my hips, over my clit, and then between my folds.

“You invited him here, Cade,” I reminded him, because suddenly I saw his real emotion. He was letting it unfurl around us as he took his time wiping every spot Rodney had touched like he needed to make sure I’d be washed of him. “It was fun, right? You enjoyed yourself.”

“I always enjoy hearing you get off and fucking your pussy, Izzy. Admittedly, I think I enjoy it more when it’s just me.”

“Okay.” I dragged out the word.

Cade slid one finger all the way up in me slowly and curled it into my G-spot without further discussion. “You’re wet again, Ms. Hardy. Should we stop messing with fuck boys and give you what you really need?”

He slid it all the way out and let his cock drag over my clit, lubricating me with arousal. Yet, his movements were agonizingly languid. “Jesus.” I arched on the bed, rolling my hips as I tried to get more friction between us, to speed him along.