I get up off him and look down at his slacks. Bending over, I unzip them and reach inside, pulling his dick out. He’s not hard, but I didn’t expect him to be. Men like Tyson have to be the ones in control. They make the rules, the final decisions. But I have a feeling if I start playing with his dick, it’ll be inevitable.
I drop to my knees, and he shifts in the chair. I bite back a smile and look up at him as my tongue runs across the head of his pierced cock. His head falls back, giving me a view of his defined jaw. I can see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows, and I his dick swells in my hand. I wrap my lips around the tip and push it into my mouth.
“Lake.” My name is breathless on his lips, and his head drops to look back down at me. His eyes are on fire, but his jaw now slack. Lips parted as he sucks in a deep breath.
“Tell me to suck your cock,baby,” I order softly, using a nickname that I know he’ll hate. Tyson isn’t the kind of guy that you call baby or sweetie. No, you kneel and call him sir or god. Fuck, I’d call himdaddyif that’s what he was into. But he’s not in charge right now. I am.
“Suck my dick, Lake,” he orders. “Swallow it. I want to hear you choke on it.”
I smile and lick up his now hard shaft. I have a plan as to why I tied him up and am still giving him what he wants. I have to do this part in order to get to the point I have to prove.
I take him into my mouth, and he lifts his hips, pushing it farther down my throat and making me gag. I should have tied his damn body to the chair as well.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “That’s the sound I’ve been wanting to hear.”
I hate that my pussy throbs at his words. I’m supposed to be in charge here.
I suck on his dick, stopping here and there to swallow the saliva. I’ve never done this before—taken control. I’m not into being messy.
His leg muscles stiffen against my body, and I pull my mouth away, my hand taking over, and I quickly run it up and down.
“Fuck, Lake. I’m coming.”
I hold his dick in place as cum squirts from his cock up and down his chest. Some covering my hand. I pull it away and run it over his thighs on his slacks.
I stand to my full height and look down at him. His heavy eyes start narrowing on mine when he realizes I won’t untie him. “Enjoy breakfast, baby.” I turn and exit the formal dining room laughing.
FORTY-FIVE
TYSON
Iyank on the rope, but it’s useless. She didn’t tie them incredibly tight; I’ve just got whatever she gave me still in my system. So I’m going to have to get out a different way.
Bending over, I pick the back two legs up off the floor and slam them down, breaking them in the process, and the rope falls off my wrists. The room still sways a little, but I’m able to stand and have full function of my limbs.
I run out of the formal dining room just as she looks over her shoulder, hearing me. She screams out as I grab her hair and yank her to me, spinning her around to face me.
Holding her hair, I shove her face into my cum-covered chest, smearing it all over her. Then pull back on her hair. “That’s more like it.”
Her eyes are closed, face scrunched. I drag her back into the room and shove her facedown over the side of the table. Reaching down, I grab the rope and double it over, making a quick single-column tie along her forearms, her arms parallel to each other. I allow the excess to fall down her back, knowing I’ll need the extra rope. If done correctly, it’ll look like a snake head with a hissing tongue—a loop at the top—that I will also need to use.
I slap her ass hard enough to leave an instant print. “My turn.”
I wish I could say I didn’t like what she did to me. I’m not a fan of not being in control, but my cock has a mind of its own, and when she dropped to her knees, I couldn’t stop how hard I got if I tried. It had been too long. Almost three weeks and I couldn’t hold out anymore.
She knew exactly what she was doing. And I’m going to remind her who’s in charge.
I walk out of the formal dining room and back to my study. I open the safe and grab something that I’m going to need and head back to the formal dining room.
Walking around the table to where her head is, I gather up all her hair and some sticks to her wet face. I gather it at the back of her neck and tie it with a rubber band that I grabbed off my desk to get it all out of the way. I’m going to use it. Reaching into my pocket, I remove the shorter piece of rope, making a slip knot and wrapping it around the rubber band in her hair, and then separate the two pieces, wrapping it around it again to tie it off. I yank on the rope, lifting her head in the process and making her hiss in a sharp breath, and I tie it off to the rope around her arms, securing her head in place and up off the table.
I lean down, lowering my face to her level. She’s breathing heavily through her nose, her eyes still closed. “Look at me,” I order.
She keeps her eyes closed, and I reach up, slapping the side of her face. Not hard enough to leave a handprint but definitely enough to sting. She whimpers, opening them up and then closing them just as quickly.
“I won’t say it twice, Lake,” I warn.
Prying them open, she blinks rapidly. Cum covers her lids and lashes.
