I push my head further forward, taking more of him into my mouth, continuing the attack with my tongue along his shaft as I suck. I move my head backwards and forwards, sucking and licking his length. His voice drops to a low groan, thick with restraint.
“That’s it… just like that.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding my movements faster with a mix of control and need. Every sound that escapes him fuels me, every breath a reminder of how close he is to unravelling. I move in rhythm with his quiet commands, finding the pace that makes him tremble against me.
My eyes water as he pushes deeper into my mouth, causing the air to restrict. His grip tightens in my hair, a vice that stings just enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure.
The pull ignites something wild inside me—heat and hunger twisting together until I’m lost to the frenzy he creates. I take him deeper, licking harder. Sucking harder to give some of the pain back to him.
He looks down at me, eyes devouring the sight before him. A low growl rumbles from his chest, rising and falling with each strainedbreath, the movement of his abs hypnotic—fuelling the ache burning hotter inside me.
His movements become erratic, his mouth open wide, groans and pants leaving his mouth. Then my name.
“Summer…. Fuck… I’m gonna come and you’re gonna swallow every fucking drop.”
My eyes find his—a silentyespassing between us just before he comes undone.
His body goes rigid, his grip in my hair tightening—I’m sure I’ve lost some strands in his hands—he roars my name, the sound tearing through the air like it’s the only word he’s ever known as he spills inside of my mouth, flooding me with his salt and his seed.
He pulls my head back, forcing my eyes up to meet his—control radiating off him in waves.
“Swallow,” he orders, voice rough, breathless.
I do—exaggerating the motion, letting the sound of it echo between us.
“Open. Let me see, baby,” he growls, the words more animal than man.
I part my lips, tongue out, showing him every trace is gone. His eyes darken, a slow, dangerous satisfaction flickering there as his thumb drags across my bottom lip.
“You’re such a fucking good girl,” he growls, the praise rough enough to scrape skin. “And good girls get rewarded.”
His hand drops from my face, the warmth of it lingering just long enough to make me ache for more. Then his voice cuts through the air—hard, commanding, undeniable.
“Bedroom. Now.”
My heart is pounding so fast it feels dangerous, a wild rhythm that drowns out thought. I don’t know what he plans, but I still rush to his room—excitement pooling between my legs.
I make my way down the hall toward his bedroom, every step heavier than the last. The lump in my throat throbs in rhythm with my heartbeat, thick and unsteady.
I enter the room—he closes the door behind me in quick succession.My heart is beating so loud I’m sure he can hear it pumping in my chest.
He stalks to the closet, the sound of his steps muffled against the carpet. I expect him to reach for something familiar—his shirt, his underwear—but instead, he comes back holding a pair of cuffs.
Not the kind you buy in a novelty shop. Not soft, not playful. These are real—cold, heavy, the kind he uses for work. Their whole design is meant to restrain, not entice. The kind that doesn’t give you a chance to change your mind once they’re on.
The sight of them steals the air from my lungs.
“You have a choice baby. I can gag you, so the world doesn’t hear you shatter, but then, I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. Or you can scream for me and have a safeword,” He thrums, brushing the cuffs against my cheek.
A rush of heat surges through me, fast and dizzying. For a moment I can’t tell where fear ends and want begins; all I know is that my pulse isn’t panicked anymore—it’shungry.
Still, beneath the pulse of adrenaline, a thread of reason holds tight. I need something that’s mine, a boundary in the middle of the chaos. A way to stop this if the pain goes too far.
“I want a safeword,” I half groan, half whisper.
He cocks a brow, happy with my choice, probably because he wants to hear every scream I have to give him.
“Your safeword is sheriff. Say stop and I won’t. Say no and I won’t stop. But say sheriff and it ends immediately,” He rasps, seriousness starting to take form on his expression. “Tell me you understand.”
