He scooted down until his face was between my legs. Then he licked me from cunt to clit in maddeningly slow strokes. I twisted and writhed beneath his tongue, trying to force his tongue inside me. Or for him to speed up. Or for him to focus on my clit. Instead, he kept up those long slow licks. This continued for so long I thought I was going to explode.
Frustrated, I finally gave in and whispered, “Please.”
His tongue stilled, and then he pulled away. “What’s that?”
No contact was even worse than the teasing his tongue had been giving me. “Please!” I shouted.
He stared at me, and I could see his resolve crumbling. The big bad biker wasn’t nearly as in charge as he thought. His eyes told me he was every bit as desperate for release as I was.
“Please,” I repeated, softer this time. “Make me come.”
His hot mouth landed on my core, and I almost unraveled at the contact. He swirled his tongue inside me while I fought against my bonds, desperate to grab his head and hold him there until he finished the job.
So close. I was so very close.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, pulling his mouth away seconds from my release.
I growled in frustration, and the asshole laughed.
“What? I can’t understand that. Use your words.”
“I need…” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. He knew exactly what I needed, and he was holding out on me. I’d asked. Hell, I’d basically begged. He wanted me to humble myself further? Fine. But not for him.
“What? What do you need?”
Forcing composure, I smiled. Both my middle fingers went up in the air, facing him despite my bonds. “…one of my toys, since you clearly can’t get me off.”
Link froze. His nostrils flared, and his eyes flashed with anger, and I swear it just made me wetter. “You don’t know when to quit,” he said, his voice dangerously low.
Fuck it. We were both going down in a fiery ball of need. Taking a steadying breath, I replied, “I never quit. It’s why you hired me,client.”
“Where the fuck are your toys?”
Once again thinking I’d won, that he was finally going to give my body the release I so desperately needed, I glanced at the nightstand beside my bed. He tore himself from me and ripped the drawer out, spreading its incriminating contents everywhere, before scooping up the only toy that didn’t look like a vibrator or a dildo and holding it in the air.
“What is this?” he asked.
“A clit stimulator. It feels like getting licked. But better.”
I’d crossed the line into stupid, but I couldn’t stop my mouth from running.
“Is that so?” he asked, his expression flashed warnings that I was too horny to comprehend.
“Yes.”
He turned the damn thing on high and set it on my clit.
Way too much stimulation for my overly-sensitive sweet spot. I about jumped off the bed to get it off me.
Link laughed, finally knocking it aside. Leaning over me, his hand snaked up to wrap around my neck as his lips hovered beside my ear. “You know what the difference is between me and one of your toys?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
“I know exactly how to take care of you. Are you on the pill, Emily?”
I nodded.
“I’m clean. I was tested right after we met. You trust me enough to let me fuck you bareback?”
