Chapter 14
Holy shit, she was commando and his balls were on fire. She’d created a modified cock ring but gathered up his scrotum with it. Because the cord was looped, he controlled how tight it became.
Tying him up had turned her on—he could see the glisten of her arousal on the short curls around her pussy.
Leaning forward, he forgot about his hands and yanked on his nut sack. Fuck.
“Figure it out,” she said. Addison wasn’t going to help him one iota, and it only made him harder.
He scooted closer, putting him almost directly under her. Because of their height difference, he could sit on his haunches and eat her out. Except he kept forgetting his hands were tied behind his back and tried to reach for her. As long as he kept his hands behind him, he was fine.
He circled her slick opening with his tongue, then licked up to her clit, flicking it. He set a rhythm—circle, lick, flick. If his hands were free, he’d have grabbed her gorgeous ass and thrown one leg over his shoulder.
She tilted her hips and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pressed against his face. She moaned and raised a leg, curling it over his shoulder. He tasted her arousal and growled his approval, pressing the flat of his tongue against her clit.
Addison shouted and thrust her pussy hard against his face, her heel digging into his back. She was faking, and he wanted it to be real.
He wanted to throw her on the floor and fuck her so hard she got rug burn on her back and left a wet spot all over the expensive Persian rug. His balls throbbed, and he felt another bead of pre-cum on the tip. His hips thrust forward, pulling the cord tight, and he grunted.
Her leg was shaking on his shoulder, the tight squeeze releasing as she relaxed. Easing up the pressure of his tongue, he lapped gently, following her lead to end things as quickly as possible.
She slid her leg off his shoulder and took an unsteady step back, pushing her skirt down. Someone handed her a napkin, and she leaned down, wiping his chin and lips. She slid her hand over his jaw and kissed him chastely before darting her tongue out to lick his bottom lip.
Her eyes were tight, but he still saw desire in them.
His own arousal coursed through him like a raging inferno. He wanted nothing more than to put her on her knees and drive his cock so deep she felt him in her throat.
Tsarevna approached, reminding him they had an audience.
“Brava,” she said. “That was quite the show.”
Addison blushed. She actually blushed. She’d tied him up like a steer at a rodeo and fake-came all over his face, but now she was blushing.
“Are you going to leave him like that for a while?” Tsarevna asked.
Addison’s eyes flicked behind him, then back down to him. “This was our first public performance, and he did very well. I’m going to take him to our room and let him have a reward.”
“That’s very generous of you.” Her voice still held a hint of suspicion.
Addison stared at the older woman. “I believe in treating my toys well. Then I don’t have to worry about them wandering off.”
Devon knew she was playing a role, but he was getting really tired of being talked about like he wasn’t there.
“Besides.” Addison smiled down at him. “I have more restraints in our room.”
“Then I won’t keep you.” Tsarevna turned her back to them. “Who’s next?”
Addison leaned close to his ear. “Can you stand on your own? I don’t want to untie you until we get to the room.”
He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. One leg up and he realized he was going to need help. She took one of his elbows to steady him, and he managed to stand without pulling his cock off.
Hissing out a breath, he nodded, letting her know he was okay. She gathered up his clothes and their shoes and led the way out of the room. The stairs were tricky, and he had to hold his shoulders down to release some of the tension in the cord.
Addison rushed into their room and threw the clothes on the floor, shutting the door behind him.
“Untie me,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry.” She fumbled with the ties at his wrists. “Hang on. Almost.”
