Ceaseless Chains Copyright © 2021 by Marzy Opal (xXMopelXx) All Rights Reserved.

Chapter posted - September 18, 2021

If Oliver Abhay Ashford hasn't already ruined you, he most certainly will with this chapter! Enjoy this installment, Queens. Excited to read your comments!  PS: What do you think of the new Trapped With You cover? The graffiti scene in this version is, for lack of a better word, spicy ;)

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C H A P T E R  20

Oliver

I must be having the best dream of my fucking life.

Because Teagan Parisa Manning wanted to suck my cock—let's be honest, she was going to deepthroat it—and let me finish inside her disrespectful mouth. Blindsided by pleasure, I was so close to coming all over that curvy body of hers, spoiling all the goods for every nice guy who dared to come after me. And just as I was giving her the best pussyjob of her life, she had to one up me with her request.

She had no idea what she was asking for.

Tonight, she was mine—no one else would get her sexy moans, her restless hands, her sweetness. No one but me. Especially not after I figured out how fucking responsive, wicked, and twisted my little darling could be. She'd loved the pain and pleasure I'd dish on that formidable body.

We might not fuck tonight, but it was going to happen.

I'd had a glimpse into what Teagan and I would be like together, and it was enough to turn the bed into water. Enough to set every sheet aflame.

Damn me for drinking tonight.

My date with Lucia was such a drag that my idea of a good time was knocking back three glasses of moonshine and fucking myself to the thought of my gorgeous best friend and the way she'd responded to my kiss, writhing over my thigh to chase an orgasm she hadn't earned before her date with that fuckface.

If I forgot a second of this moment tomorrow morning, I'd strangle myself. I had a mild buzz thrumming through my veins. But this woman?

This woman made me feel alive.

This woman set my blood on fire.

This woman was an intricate puzzle I'd been solving for more years than I could count on my fingertips, and I still hadn't figured her out.

Tonight, I would.

Teagan Parisa Manning was my choice of poison and I'd gladly choke on every sip of her.

I got off the bed in one swift movement and stood by the window. Teagan followed suit, a little shakily. My male ego took a trip when I realized I wore her out from just two orgasms. Imagine what an all-nighter with me would do to her.

"You're going to fuck me so well, Oli."

"It's going to hurt to walk the next day. I'm going to crave it. Every time I sit down, I want to remember my Oli made it hurt."

Goddammit she had a mouth on her. She was right though; I would fuck her that good, that hard, that tough. My feisty little darling would take it and return it tenfold. She'd probably dig her claws in my throat as she rode me and I'd fucking indulge her, so long as she let me tie up that delectable body and fuck her eight ways to Sunday.

The fiery flame burning inside of her mirrored mine.

I couldn't fucking wait any longer. My cock throbbed so hard at the thought of her and every dirty illicit act that would take place between us; I nearly spilled my cum all over my wooden floor.

Fuck me, I'd finally found my match.

I swung Teagan off the bed and deposited her before me. Her smile was coy, every bit the depiction of my jezebel. I wondered how many men fell to their knees at her feet, complete victims to her unrestrained beauty.

Moonlight bathed her luscious body in a soft glow. God, that body of hers. Tall, tight, and toned. It was made to take pleasure. It was made to give pleasure. Heavy breasts with large nipples that begged to be suckled. They looked swollen and sore from my ministrations. Shapely hips that flared from a small, taut waist. Legs that just didn't fucking end. Thighs that led to a voluptuous ass meant to be squeezed and kneaded as you sexed. And I bet you for all I was worth this woman's pussy was made just to fit my cock. Pure motherfucking gold. There's no way we could be given this much dangerous chemistry, this much sexual tension, and not be made for each other's flesh. My very own walking-talking temptation. Everything about her made me so fucking hot. Her brown bedroom eyes, that sensual pink mouth, that flawless tan skin with a small beauty mark near her chin, and that long black mane reaching past her waist. Teagan. Parisa. Manning. Too damn beautiful for my eyes. Yet too damn perfect for my every desire.

I needed this woman on a cosmic level.

There must have been something on my face because Teagan twined her arms around my neck and rose up to kiss my mouth tenderly. I opened up to her coaxing tongue and let her have a taste. When her lips pillowed against mine softly, too passionately, I knew this was my cue to put a stop to this shit.

You won't survive her again, Oliver.

Teagan could have as many orgasms as she wanted from me, but the emotional aspect couldn't exist between us tonight. It would fuck everything up.

It would fuck me up.

This had to remain strictly physical. Even though I was responsible for making it murky by getting feelings involved.

Therefore, I spanked her ass for good measure to bring us back to safe waters. She whined brokenly against my mouth and I swallowed the brazen sound. "You want my cock, darling?" My voice dripped venom.

She looked me deep in the eyes, seeing something she probably should not—like my thin resolve breaking—and nodded truthfully. "Yes. I need to get down on my knees for you so you can watch me suck your big, fat cock, Oli."

I quavered, demanding more of her honesty against my butter judgement. "Why?"

"To apologize for all those years ago." My body froze and her sad eyes collided with mine. Long red nails skimmed down my torso, memorizing my muscle-bound body. "" My heart furiously pounded like a masochist for this woman. Could she hear its faint call? "But mostly because I need to know if you taste as good as you look, azizam. I've been thinking about it since the first time I touched myself to the thought of you when I was fifteen."

Oh, fuck. I was screwed.

Teagan mouth lingered near my earlobe. I had this urge for her to bite it. "You gave me my first orgasm, and you don't even know it, Abhay."

I nearly swooned, clutching her to me like she would evaporate between my fingers. Abhay. The sound of my middle name from her mouth was heaven-sent. Almost as good as her calling me azizam, the way she did when we were younger. Raspy. Sweet. And tinged with a light accent.

This, I wasn't expecting from her. I thought this would be a casual night, but Teagan had to go in and throw that emotional admission. We were both vulnerable. It was more than I'd bargained for.

She had always been more.

"Tell me to bite, Oli. I only do it when asked nicely."

She gets me. Always. "Mark me. Then suck my cock, Tee."

"Nicely."

"Please."

Teagan's soft laugh echoed against my ear as she licked the rim. Then she bit and tugged at my lobe. I shivered embarrassingly. She moved to drizzle soft kisses along my collarbone, nipping teasingly now that she had a verbal yes. She dipped down to my pecs, stopping to lick and graze my brown nipples with her teeth. I wheezed, my hands shooting out to tenderly cradle her face to my body. I peered down at her and she winked at me, continuing her journey down my torso. She licked my abs like a greedy girl getting the first taste of ice cream. She kept going until her knees met the floor. She called me Himeros and now I understood it. Here she was, my enchantress, my dark fairy, preparing to worship her favorite God—me—at the altar.

"Please," I begged her. I never begged, but when it came to her? I lost common sense.

She grinned at me, telling me silently that she understood what I couldn't convey with words. She held so much power over me. That adoring expression on her face alone nearly undid me.

I pulled at her bottom lip with my thumb until her mouth loosened. "I want those cock-sucking lips wrapped around me. Show me what you're made of, little darling."

She didn't have to be told twice. My dick dangled in front of her face like the forbidden fruit I'd called her earlier, completely coated with her essence. She dove in and her tongue lolled out to lick at the underside of my cock, until her own flavor hit her tongue. Her eyes rolled back. "Mhm. You taste even better mixed with me."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Don't tease me," I growled, my thumbs pressing into her jaw.

Her response was an airy laugh.

This was what I meant by she was just as wicked as me. My Teagan loved the combination of her favorite treat covered with her own honey. I grew dizzy, overwhelmed by seeing her lap my dick with so much enthusiasm.

How many times had I pictured this moment growing up?

Too. Many. Fucking. Times.

I let her have her fill of me. This fantasy seemed years in the making and we were both allowed to enjoy it. After all, I had pussy breath and I could still taste and smell her everywhere. She was divine. Eighteen-year-old Oliver would have combusted. Grown Oliver was more composed in his ardor for the girl who'd given him his first hard-on.

Teagan's tongue learned me eagerly, swirling over my cockhead before dipping in the slit. Sucking very lightly before disappearing downwards for another lick, causing me to groan loudly. Her brows crinkled and I knew she was mentally counting the inches—nine—as she flicked her tongue root to tip. "Azizam, you're so perfect. I want you to fill me balls-deep. Will you do that? Will you fuck me like I need a lesson?"

Holy fucking shit. No. No. No.

She couldn't talk to me like this and not back it up. I grabbed a knuckle full of her hair and sneered, "I've waited years. At least open that mouth and let me fuck it."

"Patience, Himeros. You're my dirty fantasy. I'm worshipping my bad-mannered, indulgent prince."

So close to the precipice and I hadn't even been inside the warm cavern of her mouth. I didn't know how much longer I could endure this torture. I squeezed my eyes closed, counting to ten to tame my lust before I erupted like a teenager being fondled for the first time.

She got in a few more licks, before she opened her mouth wide and I shoved deep inside her without asking.

As we established, I wasn't nice inside of the bedroom.

I hit the back of her throat and Teagan gagged, her witchy-nailed hands coming out to grip my erection at the base. So she couldn't take all of me. No problem. We'd practice until she became perfect. Until her mouth was accustomed to only my dick and all other nice boys be fucking damned. "Ahh, fuck, Tee. That's it. Suck my fucking cock, baby."

Tantalizing lips stretched around my cock with just a hint of a smile. Tee withdrew from me, spat, and lathered my flesh with two hands, jerking me up and down. I groaned, and she once again engulfed me in the heat of her mouth. Teagan's head bobbed up and down and I let her set the pace. For now. Her gaze trained on me as she gobbled my inches, watching me the same way I did when I ate her out. I licked my lips, tasting her remnants while she tasted us.

Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction. She started light, before becoming vigorous in her quest to finish me off. Pressure built inside of me and my whole body shook by the time she lavished my crown jewels with the same care a jeweller handled precious diamonds.

It became obvious quickly enough that while she was on her knees for me, I was the one being owned. Her throaty moans—Goddammit, sucking me off was becoming her favorite pastime—vibrated against my flesh in a way that had my knees wobbling. The sight before me—her gold bracelets jingling, her gold arm cuffs, her belly ring gleaming in the moonlight, her black hair swaying gently from the window breeze and her sultry brown gaze —was ethereal. When she stopped to breathe, saliva coating her chin, and sucked my balls into her mouth, I almost lost it.

I groaned raggedly and she returned the sound, like she was truly turned on seeing me this fucked-up over her.

"Take control," her lips whispered against my balls.

Grabbing her head, I sought permission in her eyes once more. She opened wide for me and I thrust inside her with no mercy. Teagan gagged, but I paid it no mind as I started pumping my hips, deep throating the fuck out of her insolent mouth.

"Is this nice enough, baby?" I fucked her face harder, throwing my head back in abandonment.

Slurping noises, Teagan's choked moans and my feral grunts penetrated the moment between us. Her red claws scored my abs and thighs with each cruel drive. Tears coursed down her cheeks but the ghost of a smile around my dick told me she was loving me degrading her. It made her feel powerful that I'd been reduced to this impudent behaviour.

Angry taunts tumbled out of my mouth, words that I barely registered.

Darling, you listen best when you've got a mouthful of cock, hm?

I would have ruined you for all other guys at fifteen if you had let me.

That's a good little tenant, getting down on her knees for her landlord.

If you're ever short on cash, baby, you're paying with your pussy now that I know it's worth gold. I'd let you live rent free if you gave me the privilege of fucking you day and night, you enchanting woman.

Her mouth was my sanctuary I'd decided, in the small space of time where I realized that I would need this every other night if I were going to continue living with her.

"I'm coming," I snatched out of her and she heaved, eyes bulging with disappointment because my cum wasn't down her esophagus. A liquid ribbon suspended in the air, joining her lips and my dick .

"Oli, no," she whimpered hoarsely, reaching for me again. "In my mouth."

"Oli, no," I mocked thickly. "Get up here, Parisa. You don't make the rules. Said I'm coming over your pussy and I meant it. Split your thighs wide and show me where you need to be filled."

I kissed her mouth quickly as I jerked my cock. She fell back against the bed and obeyed instantly like a good girl. Her fingers danced over her feminine folds, opening herself for me. "R-Right here, Oli."

My vision blurred as waves of pleasure pulsed through my cock, my semen climbing up until it shot out of my cockhead and onto an awaiting Teagan. Thick white spurts of cum landed over her neck, her breasts and I finished with a load on her pussy. I painted Teagan just like she asked, her Himeros gracing a devoted jezebel with his seed. Time could stop now and I'd be satisfied. This moment, this work of art, would be etched in my mind forever.

Little darling, you look like you got tamed by the devil.

Teagan laid amongst my sheets, disheveled, looking thoroughly spent without me having been inside her once. Her heavy breasts rose up and down with her steady breathing. Seductive mouth red and swollen. Dry tears on her cheeks. Tomorrow she'd have bruises and teeth marks in places only we knew. Despite my cum thrown all over her, she didn't look offended or defeated. Instead, she looked like she'd won. A queen lazily lounging in front of her disciple, crown perfectly poised atop her head.

Because she'd broken me to this level. Reduced me to this. I was utterly undone.

Wrecked.

My fucking demise.

With three fingers, I tucked my cum inside her pussy, thrusting my fingers a couple of times. I loved knowing I was inside her. I wanted to give her pain so I added a fourth finger. She sobbed softly. "Hm. How's that for your vow?" I teased like a jackass.

She glared at me.

I leaned down to massage my cum into her breasts, wanting my stain there. Wanting it to dry there so tomorrow morning I could glance at my canvas and feel proud. Then I moved to the cum dripping down her neck. I speared two fingers and brought them to her lips. "Lick every drop."

She did.

Until there was nothing left, her fingers and mouth wet and sticky.

"Tell me how it tastes."

"Just like I've been imagining since I was fifteen."

"Teagan."

"Like something I could get used to drinking everyday," Teagan murmured with a sick glint in her eyes.

My half-mast dick lurched and so did my heart. I think it leaped out of my chest and finally ran to Teagan. She opened her cage and took it inside, where it joined hers in perfect harmony.

God, this woman was more than I'd bargained for.

I fell into bed with her after cleaning up, our limbs tangling and our hearts beating in unison. I laid soft pecks all over her face, silently thanking her for blowing my mind. That night, we slept to the sound of our kissing, the heavy rainfall, and the thunder that clapped after lightning.

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You are a piece of shit, Ashford.

I couldn't strangle myself because I hadn't forgotten one moment of last night. But I could berate myself regardless, because whiskey had fogged my brain of sound judgement.

Last night came rushing back. If I were religious, I'd be tempted to go to God and apologize for every unholy act Teagan and I committed. However, a confessional box wasn't in my near future, but guilt certainly was.

I went against my own rules and broke every mental and physical boundary I swore I'd keep when it came to her.

Red eyes stared back at me in the bathroom mirror. I'd woken up five minutes ago to a peacefully sleeping Teagan pressed to my front, my cock nestled comfortably between her ass cheeks. My arms slung around her as if I were afraid she'd disappear in the dark of the night, leaving me alone in sheets that smelled like her.

Like us.

Self-loathing was a bitch. My head pounded and I felt disappointed in myself. What would Teagan say when she woke up? How would we handle this situation?

Time to plan damage control ran out. Teagan entered the bathroom (yes, I forgot to lock the door again), naked and so damn beautiful it hurt.

"Morning," she said throatily, a small smile on her kiss-swollen mouth. It was pink and plump and bearing the aftermaths of my bites.

She was all shy, a far cry from the femme fatale who talked back nasty, giving me back as much as I gave.

Eying our reflections, she stepped behind me, her arms going around my middle. Her supple curves and those fucking tits pressed against my muscles and all the blood went south to my dick. "Morning," I hissed.

I felt her smile against my back before I saw it. Teagan gently kissed my shoulders as her hands roamed my chest, following the bloody nail patterns she left last night when I rubbed her tight pussy with my dick. I had hickeys on my neck and collarbone that were more akin to bruises after a fist fight.

My fucking jezebel liked her marks all over me.

I did too. In fact, I said fuck-you to caution and left teeth marks and love bites all over her inner thighs. My cum had dried over nicely and...

...Fucking hell. My blood iced over as every last detail of the previous night connected and I remembered shoving my semen inside her pussy while she moaned for more.

Unknown to the turmoil going on inside my head, Teagan moved around until she was standing in front of me, framing my face. She raised up on her toes to plant a solid one on my mouth and I let go for just a bit, kissing her back with equal fervor, my hands falling to her ass and squeezing hard because I was so fucking weak for her. Didn't she fucking get it? When it came to her, I was always a fool. I never thought straight.

Teagan and liquor were a lethal combination.

I was safe and always clean, but I didn't know if...Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This had never happened. I didn't have unprotected sex. And while last night wasn't sex, I'd still been overcome with primal urges that lowered my defenses and caused me to do the stupid, unthinkable: ejaculate all over her without knowing if she was covered.

Even if she asked for it.

Clearly, I wasn't the only one drinking last night.

Sensing something wrong when my whole body tightened under Teagan's soft hands, she pulled away, her brown eyes drinking in my ashen expression. Seeing the pleasant smile knock off her face gutted me.

"What is it?' she whispered fiercely.

I pushed myself away from her gently, running my hands through my hair and tugging. "I'm sorry."

She was expressionless. "What for?"

"Last night." My voice sounded like I swallowed a handful of razorblades. "It shouldn't have happened. I drank and so did you and..."

"You weren't drunk last night. I know this," she cut in swiftly, backing away from me, eyes wide.

My regret bled into her.

"No, I wasn't, but I also wasn't thinking straight," I croaked, suddenly feeling vulnerable standing like this with her, both of us stripped bare. "Fuck, Teagan. I—I came all over you. Inside you. I didn't even ask if you're on—"

"—I'm clean and I'm on birth control," she raged. Teagan ripped her silk bathrobe from the bar and wrapped herself inside it with robotic movements, as if covering herself would bring us back to safer grounds.

It was too late. I'd seen everything I needed to see. Her darkness. Her needs. Her wickedness. Her heart. Her fire. This girl...She was already in my veins. She'd been there since I was a little boy and she never, ever fucking left.

"I'm sorry, darling. I'm always careful. I should have asked you. Made sure."

She seemed unfazed by me calling her darling. I could tell she was slipping out of my grasp. Walls were being lifted again and Teagan was hiding behind hers. After this, I'd go back to mine. "You're sorry. You regret it. Cool. Thanks."

I don't regret it, goddammit. But it shouldn't have happened the way it did. I shouldn't have kissed you before your date. I shouldn't have touched you like I did last night. We were doing so good, mending our relationship. Now it's all going to fucking shit.

I hated that we went from a passionate night to such a disastrous morning where we discussed potential STDs and unwanted pregnancies. "Teag—"

"Whatever." Her demeanor shuttered and it was all my fault.

"This won't happen again. I'm sorry." I kissed her forehead and she flinched, looking so betrayed.

She had to understand that. What we shared last night was amazing but I needed our arrangement more than I needed Teagan as a bedmate. Fuck-buddy. All of the titles in between. I had to think about my little brother. And Teagan too couldn't risk fucking shit up on her side because she needed this to work too.

Getting anymore intimate than we had would ruin things.

I'd file last night away in the part of my mind where I kept forbidden memories.

Not that I would ever forget. I had all the marks on my body bearing Teagan's fire and need. And those marks? They'd fade away slowly.

Just like the ones I left on her body.

I couldn't afford to lose Teagan.

So I'd stay away and establish new boundaries. 

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