Ace Huxley's Daughter

6

He settled my feet on the floor, pushing down on my knees and unfastening his jeans. My head still clouded from the kiss, I managed to gather my thoughts for just a second.

"Do you -uh- have a-" He nodded. Thank god. The pants fell to the floor and I could have fainted at the monster before me. Watching him roll the condom on effortlessly, I was trying to work out how much of it I'd actually be able to take. He presented himself, dipping a hand under my chin and pulling until I looked up.

"Hands behind your back."

"What? I-" He raised an eyebrow.

"I can fucking tie them there with my belt if you're gonna disobey. I'm in control here. Not you. Do as your told." I swallowed, hesitated, did as I was told. I didn't need bruises from a belt on my wrists. Not that my dad would kill me for having fun whilst I'm out here, he'd just want to know who, make sure I was being safe. And right now, I don't know if this is the best option but fuck do I need it. Bubbles pulled my hair up around his fist, pulling me back and I whimpered at the shoot of pain. "You only move your hands-" He bobbed down, nose touching mine. "If you need to stop. All together. 3 taps on my leg, or the word red leave your mouth and we're done. Got it?" I nodded quickly. "Good. Open." I did so a little too quickly, making him chuckle. Eager to start this.

He took full control, using the hand in my hair to move my head up and down his cock. His breathing grew deeper, muscles throbbing in my mouth as I applied a little more pressure. He wrapped his hand around my hair again, pulling it tighter. I looked up, catching his mystical eyes as he pushed all the way down my throat. I took in a slow breath, grateful for my lack of a gag reflex that was making this possible. He tightened his jaw, pulling me off as saliva dripped from my mouth. Finally dropping my hair, he ran his thumb along my lips, slowly getting down on his knees in front of me.

"Emerson." He muttered as I blinked. He moved my hands, helping me remove my clothes. "Don't you dare call me bubbles."

"Why not? I like it. Suits you." Clench. Maybe that's how he gets such a tight jawline. Always clenching it. I'd obviously pushed him again because where his movements had softened slightly, they were now more forceful. Emerson spun me around onto all fours, giving me no warning before he abruptly pushed into me, grabbing my neck, and pulling me up until my back was against him.

"Quiet love. Don't want someone seeing you like this do you? Taking my cock like a little whore." He moved slowly, one hand slipping around me and rubbing my clit. "What's my name?"

"Emerson." He grunted, pushing me forward, hand still around my neck.

"Who's fucking you?"

"Emerson." I moaned quietly, body shaking against the rough carpet. Each hard thrust he made I could feel deep inside me, filling me in a way I've never known, fucking me harder than I ever have been. I wasn't exactly new to sex. The guys I'd done this with before were all prissy. Gentle, caring. Guys my mum knew of who she had deemed suitable. Not like Emerson. He was new. Exhilarating.

He dropped my neck, fingers pressing deep into my narrow waist as he pounded. Over. And over. And over. He continued as I bit down on my lip, struggling to contain my screams. He grabbed my hair again, tugging my head back and moving faster.

"Emerson-" I whined. "Fuck. I'm gonna-"

"I don't think you are. Not until I fucking say so, slut." My body quivered, dying for the release he was now denying me. I didn't want to know what the punishment for not obeying him could be. Not right now. Not when I could hear my dad finishing up his set. Not when I had approximately 15 minutes before he was tearing down doors to find me. "You'll wait until I say you can."

"Please, Em-" A harsh slap across my arse and I bit my full lip.

"That's what I thought." I whimpered at him, doing everything I could to hold myself at the brink of that ledge. "You'll learn one way or another to listen when I tell you something Olive. Next time you see me you will know what happens when you give me that fucking attitude."

"Yes- fuck. Don't- please."

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop." His entire length was taking every drop of air out of my lungs. Each thrust was brining me closer to something I had to fight back.

"I want you to say my name as you come on my dick. You don't and I'll stop."

"Yes- ye- okay. Okay." He pulled on my hair again and I groaned. pressing my lips tightly together to stop the scream leaving my mouth. He chuckled, dropping me quickly and slapping my ass again.

"Now." No warning. I didn't need any. He pushed harder as I came undone, my body releasing all the tension he'd built up. My knees began to give way and he pulled them back up, moving a hand around to rub on my clit, making the wave even more intense. The room lit up a bright white, gold and green stars, every colour of every summer leaf. "What did I say?"

"Emerson." I whispered, forcing it off my tongue. "Emerson." Again. He twitched inside me, thrusting slowing to a steady stop, pulling out, he pushed me gently onto my side. "Fuck." He chuckled, discarding the condom into a nearby bin and quickly putting his pants back on before helping me. I was on my feet before my head was even fully cleared. Things still coming back into focus when he lifted my head, kissing me gently. So gently it was barely there.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you." He nodded, stepping back into the middle of the room.

"Now. Run along. You don't look like you've just had your brains fucked out lucky for you, I don't think anyone will notice." He pulled the door open and I shuffled out, shakily walking back to the side of the stage.

"Where've you been? It's been like half hour."

"I didn't have a lighter so I was looking for someone who had one and no one was about so I gave in, ended up taking a wrong turn and got lost."

"You? Got lost?" Hannah narrowed his eyes and I nodded quickly.

"How much of that tequila is left?"