She peered at me, pupils gluttonously wide, all the while shaping my cock, stroking it until I had to grit my teeth. “What?!”
“Never change.”
Her lashes fluttered. “Don’t worry, babe, I won’t.”
I hissed the second her tongue lashed the tip of my cock, tracing every part of it until I had to grab her hair, twine it around my wrist, and tug her head back. “Play. Nice.”
She pouted, which was a fucking sight to behold because she did so around my dick, but then she sank farther down my length, sucking and laving the back of my shaft with little flickers that had the muscles in my thighs bunching as she tortured me.
So, this was how she’d get back at me.
I’d have closed my eyes if seeing her watching me didn’t turn me the fuck on. She blew me like the pro she was—she’d learned every single thing that messed with my head and used it against me.
I could feel it. The torment growing, building, just waiting for me to explode.
For me to cave into what she wanted—for me to pin her down and fuck her.
My nostrils flared as she whispered her tongue tip over the base of my shaft now that she’d worked her way down. Then, she swallowed.
And that was it.
I couldn’t fucking take another second more.
And there was no way I’d waste my seed on her mouth. Hell, no.
She groaned when I used my hold on her hair to pull her head back. Her lips, sore and red and wet, caught my eye as I loomed over her and pressed my mouth to hers. I captured her tongue and, unlike before, I took the lead.
I felt her submitting to me.
That such a woman, so fucking strong and powerful and independent, did that, always made me so incredibly grateful.
It bewildered me too.
That she hadn’t thrown my ass to the curb already was a miracle in itself.
As I fucked her mouth, I dragged on the lapels of her coat and forced it down her shoulders. Once she was free, I grabbed a hold of her hands, pinned them behind her back, then pulled away.
She gasped. “Aidan!”
Still cuffing her wrists with one hand, I hit the elevator button to release us onto our floor. Snagging her coat withmy foot, I kicked it into the hall as I ordered, “Walk forward, Savannah. Slowly.”
Of course, she disobeyed.
She darted forward until she yelped as I dragged her back against me via her cuffed wrists. “Get on your knees, little one.”
Her hands wriggled in my hold, but I didn’t let up, just watched as she lowered herself, awkwardly, to her knees. Once there, I released them, then withdrew one of my knives.
From behind, I pulled on the collar of her sweater dress and nicked it with the blade before cutting it from her body. When it sagged around her arms in a limp puddle, I heard her panting breaths.
“Oh, my god.” She whimpered as I sliced the sleeves off too, then cut her out of her bra and panties.
Now that she was naked in our front hall, I rasped, “Stay there,” and stepped away from her.
“Aidan,” she mewled, then her eyes widened when she saw where I was standing, dick in hand.
“Crawl to me, little one.”
Her tits heaved at the command, but she obeyed. Of course she did. Savannah fucking loved it when I took charge of her chaos.
