I suck in a sharp breath, every muscle in my body screaming to disobey. Totakewhat I’ve been craving for hours. But the look in his eyes pins me down harder than the cuffs ever could.
“If you move again,” he murmurs, slowly starting to stroke, “I’ll stop. And next time, I won’t start again.”
I grit my teeth, nodding once.
He strokes me in lazy, cruel passes with just enough pressure, just enough rhythm to make my thighs tremble and my toes curl.
I try to stay still.
Try to stay quiet.
But it’simpossible.
I pant through my teeth, every fiber of my being stretched as tight as his damn hand works me over, teasing, taunting, not nearly fast enough.
The heat builds fast. My breath catches, eyes fluttering, hips twitching up just once.
“Don’t you fucking—” he growls, pulling his hand away in an instant.
I cry out a raw, broken sound I didn’t know I was capable of.
He clicks his tongue. “You were so close. Such a shame.”
“Fuck you,” I rasp, throwing my head back against the pillows.
He stands, unzipping his pants with maddening slowness.
“You want to come?” he asks, voice a breath away from cruel. “Then you’llearn it.”
His cock bobs free, thick and flushed, inches from my face as he straddles my chest.Goddamn. Why is it so—
“Do it just like you did before.”
My eyes narrow. “I don’t need you to teach me how to suck a fucking dick.”
He laughs, low and dark and pleased.
“Already talking back?” he muses, brushing the tip across my lips. “Didn’t youbeg meto use you?”
I say nothing. My mouth is dry. My pride’s in tatters.
His voice drops to a growl.
“Then open your mouth so I can fuck it.”
I glare at him like I want to kill him.
And maybe I do.
But not before he finishes what he started.
My mouth falls open—not with grace, not with submission, but with a kind of furious desperation. Like if I don’t feel him in my throat, I’ll lose my damn mind.
His smirk is wicked.
Then he slides in.
Hot. Heavy. Filling.
