“Did you enjoy teasing me all night?” I asked.
Another.
But Chloe… Chloe didn’t seem to care. Didn’t seem to mind the sting or tingle on her skin.
“Yes,” she groaned out, and the little moan that escaped her with it was music to my ears. She sounded like she was trying to hide how much she was enjoying herself.
“Did you take your time in that bathroom to test me?”
Another—harder.
“Fuck—“ an undeniable moan sounded this time, but she said, “No,” quickly before I could comment.
Her ass was reddening so.Fucking.Beautifully.
“Did you touch yourself in there?” I spanked her again, and she flinched at the sternness of my hand.
“I—no,” she answered.
Maybe that was enough for the moment. The way her body responded… My dick ached at the sight. I ran my finger between her tingling cheeks. “Let’s see how swollen that pretty cunt is…”
Gods, she was soaking.
I cursed as I dipped my finger inside her, and then swirled that wetness on her clit. “You’re fucking drenching,” I muttered. “Are you always this wet, baby?”
“Gavin—“
I tugged her up slowly, my hand still delicately touching her tingling ass, and I moved her legs to where she was straddled over my lap, pushing her handcuffed arms around my neck. Some of her mascara had smattered beneath her eyes again, and I reached up to smudge it with my thumb.
“That was only a taste,” I whispered. “The next time you’re over my knees, it won’t be for pleasure. Tell me you understand.”
Chloe’s throat moved with her swallow. “Yes,” she uttered.
I leaned forward and kissed her softly before whispering, “Good girl,” against her lips.
Her eyes fluttered like they’d done at the bar when I’d held that candy heart on my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her again, her needing lips crashing against mine. I shifted her flush and touched her pussy again.
“You’re going to come so hard for me, baby,” I said as I teased her nerves. She bit her lip, rocking against my hand, and nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I bet your beg sounds as delightful as that smart mouth.”
Her shoulders fell as though she had just remembered our game, and her hands scratched in my hair, tongue licking her lips as she took a second to collect herself. She began to nod slowly, her breath intake sharp, as she whispered a quick, “Yes,” before kissing me again.
Her desperation was a thrill. The way she wanted it—wantedme—was something I hadn’t experienced in so long.
I lifted her around my waist as I stood, and she held tight, continuing our kiss and allowing me full control over her. Those handcuffs brushed the back of my neck, and I knelt on the bed with her. Her back hit the mattress before I moved from beneath her jointed wrists.
Her eyes never left me as I pressed my hands into the bed by her breasts, and I hovered so close to her face that she leaned up to kiss me again, but I moved before she could.
“Grab those bars, baby. Over your head,” I said with a nod to her black-railed headboard.
Once her fingers latched around one of the black bars, I smirked at her, saying, “Just like that. Don’t let go.”
She arched her back, and I chuckled at her eagerness. “You’re fucking greedy for me,” I teased as I pulled the key to the handcuffs from my front pocket. I unhooked one cuff to link it behind the bar, and when she was secure, I took a moment to enjoy the view in front of me.
“You look so sexy like this,” I said upon settling back on my knees between her bent thighs, my hands traveling up her legs. “Splayed out in front of me. Needy and waiting…”
