Debt of Desire Chapter 6: Edging on the Edge

Cami knelt on the soft rug in the living room. Naked again. The choker still snug around her throat. The afternoon sun had dipped low, turning the whole penthouse golden and warm. She could still feel the ghost of his fingers from the park bench. The way her body had clenched around nothing after she came in public. Quiet. Hidden. But real.

Elias sat on the couch in front of her. Legs spread. Shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Pants open. Cock out. Hard. Thick. Veins standing out. The head shiny already.

He stroked himself once. Slow. From base to tip. Eyes locked on hers.

“You’ve been good today,” he said. Voice low. Rough around the edges. “Took the walk. Took the shame. Came when I told you. Quiet. Pretty.”

She licked her lips. Couldn’t help it. Staring at him. Wanting.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled. Small. Dark. “Now you earn your reward.”

He crooked a finger.

“Crawl to me.”

She did. Hands and knees. Slow. Breasts swaying. Ass up. Feeling his eyes trace every move. When she reached him she stopped between his thighs. Face inches from his cock.

“Look at it,” he said.

She did. Thick. Long. Curved just a little. The slit at the tip already leaking.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to taste you, Sir. Please. I want to suck you. Feel you in my mouth. Make you feel good.”

He wrapped his hand around the base. Held himself steady.

“Open.”

Her lips parted. Tongue out a little.

He guided the head to her mouth. Rubbed it over her lower lip. Smearing the precum there. Salty. Warm.

“Lick.”

She flicked her tongue. Slow circle around the head. Tasting him. Musky. Male. Addictive.

He groaned. Quiet. First real sound he’d made since they got back.

“More.”

She leaned in. Took the head between her lips. Sucked gently. Tongue swirling. Hollowing her cheeks.

He hissed. Hand went to her hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Guiding.

“Deeper.”

She slid down. Inch by inch. Lips stretching. Jaw relaxing. Until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little. Eyes watering.

“Relax,” he said. Soft. “Breathe through your nose.”

She did. Took him deeper. Nose brushing his skin. Throat working around him.

“Good girl.”

He let her set the pace for a minute. Slow bobs. Wet sounds filling the room. Her saliva dripping down his shaft.

Then he took control.

Hand tightened in her hair. Held her still. Thrust shallow. Then deeper. Fucking her mouth slow. Steady.

She moaned around him. The vibration making him curse under his breath.

He pulled out suddenly. Wet pop. Strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock.

“Up.”

She stood on shaky legs.

He pulled her onto his lap. Straddling. Facing him. Her wet pussy sliding along his length. Not inside yet. Just gliding. Teasing.

She whimpered. Hips rocking on instinct.

“No.” He gripped her hips. Held her still. “You don’t get to ride yet.”

“Please, Sir…”

He reached between them. Fingers finding her clit. Rubbing slow circles. Matching the rhythm he’d used earlier.

“You’re going to edge for me,” he said. “Right here. On my lap. Feel how hard I am. Feel how close you are. But you don’t come. Not until I say.”

She nodded. Desperate.

He rubbed faster. Harder. Building her up quick. Her thighs trembled. Breaths coming in short gasps.

“Sir… close…”

“Stop.”

He pulled his hand away.

She whined. Loud. Frustrated.

He waited. Let her calm. Then started again. Slow this time. Teasing circles. Bringing her right back to the edge.

“Close again?”

“Yes… please…”

“Stop.”

Again. And again.

Five times. Six. Each time higher. Each time harder to pull back. Her body shaking. Sweat slick on her skin. Nipples aching. Pussy clenching on nothing.

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Not sad. Just overwhelmed.

“Sir… I can’t… it hurts… so good… please…”

He kissed her tears. Soft. Then harder. Mouth claiming hers. Tongue deep.

One hand back between her legs. Rubbing fast now. Relentless.

“Come,” he growled against her mouth. “Now. Hard.”

She exploded.

Screaming into his kiss. Body convulsing. Hips grinding down on his hand. Wetness flooding his fingers. Wave after wave. Legs shaking so hard she almost fell off his lap.

He held her through it. Arm around her waist. Keeping her close. Fingers still moving gentle now. Drawing out the last shivers.

When she finally went limp against his chest, panting, he kissed her forehead.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “So fucking good.”

She nuzzled into his neck. Body spent. Mind quiet for the first time all day.

He shifted her. Laid her back on the couch. Spread her legs again. Looked down at her swollen, glistening pussy.

“Not done yet,” he said.

He lowered himself. Mouth on her. Tongue lapping slow. Cleaning her up. Tasting her release.

She moaned. Soft. Overstimulated.

He sucked her clit gently. Once. Twice.

She jerked.

“Too much…”

He pulled back. Kissed her inner thigh.

“Rest,” he said. “Tonight we go further.”

She looked up at him. Eyes heavy.

“Further?”

He stroked her hair.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight. Deep. Hard. Fill you up. Make you come around my cock. But only when I say.”

Her breath caught. Fresh heat blooming even after everything.

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled.

“Eighty-six days left.”

He lifted her. Carried her to the bedroom. Laid her on the sheets.

“Rest a little,” he said. “You’ll need it.”

She curled up. Body humming.

He watched her from the doorway.

Then he turned. Walked out.

Leaving her to wait.

Ache.

Want.

And know that tonight… he’d finally claim her completely.