Page 29 of Pushing Styxx
“Okay.” I nod, suck in a breath, and allow him to escort me out of the room he pulled me into.
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could pull this off, but I was going to try. How could I not? Who was I kidding? I’m totally out of my element here.
Styxx guides me to the side of the stage, stops me there, and tells me to wait until the beat of the music starts. I knew this, but I have a feeling that he’s changing my music for my last dance up. He leaves me standing there, wondering what he’s doing.
A moment passes before I hear the first beats of “Night Temptress.”
I suck in a breath and step out into the pink lighting on the stage. I sway and move across the platform to the pole. I’ve never done this without being able to use my hands, but if Styxx wants me to dance like this, I’ll give him a show.
I curl one leg tight around the pole, squeeze, and add my other leg. It takes a lot of leg muscle to pull it off, but I manage to sway my upper body, arch my back til my shoulders hit the floor, and release the pole, shoving myself back, legs spread wide, flipping myself on the floor to my knees, and pulling myself upright.
By the end of the song, the ropes had me nearly panting as I strutted off the stage. Styxx is there waiting for me. Eyes dark with lust meet mine, and I swallow, unsure if speaking right now would be the right call.
Styxx grips my hips and lifts me off the floor. “Legs around my waist,mo chathú,” he orders.
Wrapping my legs around him, I have only to trust that he won’t drop me as he carries me down the hallway back to the room he’d taken me to before.
Without dropping me, he shoves me against the door the second it closes behind us.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,mo chathú. Watching you dance like that, fuck, my cock is hard enough to slam nails right now. I’m gonna fuck you right here against the door. You ready for that?”
His words send heat straight to my core, and I nod frantically, unable to form coherent thoughts as his hands grip my thighs tighter.
“Use your words,” he demands, his voice husky against my ear.
“Yes, please,” I gasp out, the ropes pressing deliciously against my sensitive flesh with each tiny movement.
Styxx growls, pressing me harder against the door as one hand leaves my thigh to work his belt. The sound of his zipper coming down makes my breath catch. I’m already wet, have been since he first tied me up.
“This pussy is mine,” he says, spreads the rope over my panties, and pushes them to the side. “Say it.”
“It’s yours,” I whimper as I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. “I’m yours.”
“Damn straight you are,” he snarls. He slams into me without warning, filling me completely in one brutal thrust.
I cry out, my body jolting with pleasure as he fills me completely. The ropes dig into my skin with each movement, enhancing friction against my very sensitive nipples. The ropes are rubbing against my folds, causing a pleasure I’ve never known before.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Styxx growls against my neck, his hips starting a relentless rhythm. “So tight, so perfect. All mine.”
“Yes.” My head falls back against the door as he pounds into me, his powerful thrusts lifting me higher with each movement of his hips. I can’t touch him as I want to, can’t do anything but take what he gives me, and somehow that makes everything more intense.
“Brian,” I gasp, my legs tightening around his waist. “Oh God . . .”
He shifts his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “That’s it,mo chathú. Take all of me. Give me what I want.”
My body convulses around him as my climax hits me like a freight train. I’m vaguely aware of my own cries echoing in the small room, but I can’t control them, can’t control anything as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” Styxx growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as my walls pulse around him.
I’m completely at his mercy, bound and helpless against the door as he takes what he wants. The ropes tighten with each movement, the sensation pushing me higher even as I’m coming down.
“Fuck, Hope,” he groans, burying his face in my neck as his hips slam into mine one final time. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me as his body tenses against mine.
For several moments, we stay like that, both breathing hard, my legs still wrapped tight around him. The rest of me limp in his arms. Never have I experienced something so intense and erotic as what we just shared. It makes me want to do it all over again. Then repeat once more. Maybe after that I’d be sated, but I’m not so sure about that. Sex with Styxx is intoxicating in the best of ways, even when he uses it as punishment.
CHAPTER 14
STYXX
