Our lips collided, a messy clash of heat and urgency, her kiss pulling me in despite the chaos in my head. My hands found her shoulders, gripping the soft fabric of her bridal gown, and I broke away, my breath ragged.
"Ahh.." My eyes, wide with shock a moment ago, softened as I looked at her, trying to make sense of the storm she’d just unleashed. "Sara, what are you saying?" I asked, my voice rough, confusion swirling in my chest.
Her eyes shimmered, catching the glow of the vanity lights, a new intensity burning in them. "The truth, Ezra," she said, her voice steady but raw. "The truth."
I shook my head, my hands still on her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length. "But... what? Why? Why now?" I stammered, my mind scrambling to keep up. "You’re literally about to get married, Sara. This is insane."
She stepped closer, her hands reaching up to cup my face, her fingers warm against my cheeks. Her touch was gentle but deliberate, and I couldn’t look away from the vulnerability in her eyes.
"I’ve been watching you for years," she said softly, her voice trembling. "Since you were in high school, probably. Back when you were just this scrappy kid with too much attitude. But you never looked at me, not really. Your eyes were always on Aeri, and I knew I’d never stand a chance. So I... I tried to let you go." Her hands slid down, trailing over my chest, then lower, brushing against my stomach and pausing at my groin, her fingers grazing my dick in a way that sent a jolt through my body.
"Ahm..." I sucked in a breath, a faint heat stirring as her soft hands moved with purpose, rubbing gently over my jeans. My body reacted, a hardness building despite the shock of her words still sinking in.
"Then I saw you at the brothel," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, her fingers still teasing, slow and deliberate. "And I realized I couldn’t let you go. Not completely. Not like that."
I frowned, trying to focus through the haze she was creating. "Then why blackmail me?" I asked, my voice sharp with frustration. "Why all the games, Sara? Why not just be honest?"
She paused, her hands stilling for a moment as her eyes searched mine. A small, sad smile curved her lips.
"If I’d told you the truth, would you have listened?" she asked simply, her voice soft but cutting. "Would you have accepted me, Ezra? When the only woman you’ve ever loved is Aeri?"
I froze, her words hitting like a slap. She was right. Even now, with her standing here, pouring her heart out, my mind kept drifting to Aeri—her smile, her laugh, the way she’d always been my anchor. I didn’t have an answer, and the silence between us grew heavy.
Sara’s hands moved again, this time with more intent. She reached for my belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it with a soft clink. Before I could react, she popped the button of my jeans and tugged the zipper down, the fabric sliding to my thighs, leaving me in just my underwear. My breath hitched, caught between shock and the undeniable pull of her touch.
"So I came up with a plan," she said, her voice low and sultry now, her hands brushing over the hardness beneath my underwear, feeling my cock with a slow, deliberate stroke.
"I figured if I couldn’t have you the way I wanted, I’d keep you close another way. On my terms. Under my leash." Her eyes flicked up to mine, a mix of defiance and desire burning in them, her fingers tightening just enough to make my head spin.
"Sara..." I said, my voice strained, my hands hovering like I wasn’t sure whether to stop her or pull her closer.
The room felt too small, the air too thick, her confession and her touch tangling together in a way that made it hard to think. "This is messed up. You know that, right?"
She tilted her head, her smile turning bittersweet. "Maybe," she whispered, her hand still moving, slow and teasing. "But it’s the only way I could have you, Ezra. Even just a little. Even if it means having your dick only."
My mind was a mess, caught between the heat of Sara’s touch and the weight of her confession. Her hands were still on me, her fingers grazing over my dick, sending sparks through my body that I couldn’t ignore.
"I... don’t know... what to say..." I stammered, my voice breaking as the sensation threatened to drown out everything else. "Ahm..."
Sara’s lips curved into a soft, knowing smile, her eyes glinting with something dangerous and tender all at once.
"It’s okay, Ezra," she murmured, leaning in to press a slow, warm kiss against my neck. Her breath was hot against my skin, and her hands moved to the buttons of my grey shirt, deftly popping them open one by one. "You don’t have to say anything."
I let out a low moan, my head tipping back against the door as her lips lingered on my neck, smooching softly, her hands sliding the shirt off my shoulders. The fabric fell open, cool air hitting my chest, and I felt exposed in more ways than one.
"Sara..." I managed, my voice shaky, caught between wanting to stop her and being unable to pull away.
She pulled back just enough to look up at me, her hands still resting on my bare chest. "Just obey," she said, her voice low and commanding, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sank to her knees in front of me, her white gown pooling around her like a halo.
The sight of her—bridal dress, tiara, and all, kneeling there—made my head spin.
"What...?" I asked, my breath hitching, my hands at my sides as I tried to make sense of what was happening.
She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward, pressing her lips against the hardness straining through my underwear.
My dick throbbed at the contact, a jolt of heat shooting through me as she kissed and licked, her tongue teasing through the thin fabric. The wet warmth of her mouth made my underwear stick to me, and I felt myself harden even more, the pressure almost unbearable.
"Sara... you shouldn’t..." I moaned, my voice barely coherent, one hand reaching out to grip the doorframe for balance. My other hand hovered over her head, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.
"Shhh," she hushed me, her voice soft but firm, her eyes flicking up to meet mine with a look that dared me to argue.
Her fingers hooked into the hem of my underwear, and with a slow, deliberate tug, she pulled it down.
My dick sprang free in front of her face and I exhaled sharp as the cool air hit me, followed by the heat of her gaze as she looked at my cock, her face inches away.