“Sit up,” he orders, and when I do, he removes my shirt and bra. I’m sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but my thong and socks. “Goddamn, Anna.”
“Stop looking and touch me, please,” I plead, lying back and spread my thighs for him, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed by how wet the dark red fabric between my legs is.
“Arms up.” He grabs a tie I hadn’t realized was on his bed and wraps it tightly around my wrists.
“What purpose does this serve?” I ask when he lifts my arms over my head.
“There really isn’t one.” He opens the drawer of his nightstand and rifles around inside.
“Then why did you?—”
He drops to his knees on the floor, grabs my thighs, and throws my legs over his shoulders. “It’s knowing that I have so much control over you, and that you’ll let me do what I want and not ask questions. Now make sure you keep your arms up or I’ll stop.”
Wow.
I nod heedlessly, breathing in a shaky breath when his head dips and I feel his tongue over the drenched cotton. Air leaves me when he laps over me, and my eyes roll back when he drags his tongue up and down.
“Oh—” I moan, almost tempted to drop my hands, but fist them instead. “Mo…more.” I chew on the gum, slow, grinding it between my teeth.
Sylas’s fingers dig into my thighs, squeezing them hard. I’m sure his blunt nails will leave indentations, maybe even bruises from how hard he’s holding me, but I don’t care. I push into him, back arching, as more breathless moans slip past my lips.
But when he stops, I almost scream from the intense pressure spreading. My hands twitch, fingers digging into my palms, reminding myself not to drop my arms.
He slides my thong down my thighs, the slick material leaving a wet path, and continues past my knees and ankles. As he does, he licks my arousal off my leg, leaving his own trail of saliva.
“God,” I whimper impatiently, desperately.
“No.Sylas,” he corrects, voice coarse and just as desperate as the sounds leaving my mouth. “The only name coming out of your mouth will be the name of the person between your thighs.”
“Yes.” I exhale a ragged breath.
He throws my thong over his shoulder, placing my thighs back where he had them, his mouth where I want it the most. He doesn’t play or taunt me; he licks me long and deep, his tongue right at my entrance. He moans, the vibration of itsending a shiver down my body, but I freeze when he thrusts his tongue inside me. He drives it as far as it’ll go, twisting and massaging me in a way that has me questioning my existence. I don’t understand how his tongue is doing what it’s doing. All I know is that I’m trembling, hips bucking up because I need more pressure, something to ease the tension on my aching clit.
“Sylas, I need more,” I beg, gasping, eyes rolling back as his tongue flicks inside me fast and hard. He grunts against me, and I think I hear him swallow and then again as if he were drinking me, holy fuck,he is, he’s drinking me. Fuck. “Please…m-m-more. More!”
He draws his tongue out of me, and I sag against the bed with a huff. He looms over me again, mouth glistening with my arousal. But when I catch sight of something pink and hear a soft whirring sound, I freeze once more.
Sitting up, I see a mini wand vibrator in his hand.
“Get off,” I grit, bringing my palms to his chest and shoving him away.
His worried green eyes sweep over me. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?—”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Who knows who you’ve used that on.Never brought anyone here— Can’t believe I fell for that. Get off.”
“I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them. Your jealousy is so fucking hot.” Leaving it still on, he drops the toy next to me, brings his hand over his head, and lifts his shirt off. “You’re the first person here and you’ll be the last.”
I’m glaring, but he only smirks. “Sylas, I’m serious.”
“I bought this and a few other things earlier today, but we’re starting slow.” He brings his lips to mine, his voice not playful or taunting like before. “Trust me, Anna.Trust me. Please?”
I don’t think—no, I know he’s not lying. I don’t know why I trust him so much, but I do. And my resolve crumbles.
“Okay, I trust you.”I lie back down.
His beautiful, sculpted chest and torso are on display for me to see but unfortunately not feel with my wrists tied. If I could, I’d chart a path over every inch of his skin, exploring like I’ve been wanting to since the other night.
“I’ll show you the receipt later. I promise.” He grabs the wand and holds it next to my mouth, dragging the round silicone over my lips, and settles his thick thigh between my pussy, pinning my arms over my head. “Open your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.”
