She watched me from the doorway as I lay a pillow down the center of the mattress and lay the wand along the middle.
“What—”
“Get on the bed.”
“Nick—”
My gaze snapped to hers. “Get on the fucking bed, Charlie.”
She swallowed hard and slipped the towel from the knot between her tits before sauntering over. All accentuated movements, the little shit tried to short-circuit my brain with a view of her ass and flashes of her glistening pussy as she crawled smack in the middle of the mattress, right behind the wand.
Ink carved along her spine and shoulders, lightning jagged and sharp like veins threading under her skin, shooting in every direction.
It was her. Pure lightning. Loud, electric, powerful, unexpected, and fucking wondrous to watch.
“I’m disappointed, Charlie.”
I stepped toward her.
“So many toys and accommodating holes, yet all you had in that tub with you was a simple pink vibrator.” I dragged my fingertips over the clear plastic sleeves holding an array of toys in a variety of shapes, sizes, smooth, ridged, you name it, she had it.
“It got the job done,” she said with a shrug.
“Did it? So you’re completely satisfied? No part of you left wanting?”
“Sure.” Her thighs squeezed again. It was subtle, but I saw it and I knew she was a liar.
My eyes cut to the plugs in a row under the vibrators, the variety of lube, all promising unique pleasures.
And the clamps.
So many ways to use her body and all sat unused.
Until now.
I took the nipple clamps out first, I tested the tension. I assumed she’s already adjusted them to those tight little buds of hers, but the ache from the broken skin on my ass demanded I push her. I twisted each of them a half turn, and she rewarded me with a sharp, surprised breath.
No doubt she thought I didn’t know my way around her equipment.
Heat flared in her eyes as I reached for her, drawing my finger along one stiff peak. She swayed toward me and I clamped the first nipple, eliciting a shiver as pleasure zinged through her.
“You’re a liar, spawn. Your mouth is all lies, but your face tells the truth. Your parted lips, the flush blooming over your creamy skin, the way you try in vain to soothe the ache between your legs… They’ve all conspired to reveal the liar you are.” Kissing her mouth, teasing her tongue with mine, I pinched the other nipple until she was whimpering and panting out my name in a needy whisper.
Another clamp snapped into place, drawing a sharp hiss.
I traced along her ribs, over the swell of her belly, and dipped my fingers between her legs.
Hot, drenched, and pulsing with her futile attempts to grasp at any bit of relief she could find. Her thighs flexed on me as I parted her impossibly wet pussy and sank two fingers deep.
I ground my teeth as the ache in my balls ratcheted up several notches from the feel of her wet heat gripping my fingers. Pulling them free, I brought them to her lips and sent them deep… to the knuckle. With every tug of her tongue, I memorized her mouth, her mewling pleasure telling me just how much she liked the taste of her own pussy.
ChapterEleven
I wasn’t just goingto fuck Chance’s little sister.
I was going to destroy the desire for any man beyond me.
“I bet you do this when you’re alone. You can’t reach that sweet pussy with your mouth, but you find a way to eat yourself, don’t you, spawn?”
