Each distorted image brought forth makes my breathing a little harder.
“W-what…”
“I want to do so many things with you…” I tell him honestly as I tuck myself back in my briefs and stand from the bedframe. My heavy boots clunk on the wooden floor. “But what do you want?”
Madison’s eyes drop downward, and I follow his gaze—to my boots. He licks his lips as he stares at them, and I raise a brow.
“You like my boots, darlin’?”
“Mhm,” he whines, and I let my head fall back with a groan.Fuck, he’s too good.
I roll my head to the side, keeping my head cocked as I stare at Madison’s limp form. “What do you want to do with them?”
“I-I don’t… I don’t kn-know…” he stutters, and it’s so cute. He’s still so pure and innocent, even after swallowing my piss.
What a prize.
I lift a brow as I rake my gaze over his body. I don’t want to let him free, but if I did… I wonder if he’d run again or if his mind is too far gone.
“I’m gonna untie you now,” I tell him as I reach for my axe and swing it down near his right arm. He screams at the impact of the blade against the wood, and then, the rope is severed. He doesn’t move his arm for several seconds until I nudge him, then he jerks his arm to his chest and rubs where the rope is still attached at the wrist.
“Stay still,” I warn him as I move down the bed and sever the ties to each ankle and his left arm. When he’s finally free of his constraints, he slowly sits up, naked body glistening and dripping, and when I lick my lips, his flush spreads down his chest.
“You’re free now, mouse.”
“I—yes,” he finally manages to say.
“What are you gonna do about it? You gonna run from me?”
I watch his throat roll with a distorted swallow. “I don’t want to run anymore,” he confesses softly, and I nearly swallow my tongue.
Does that mean…
“What do you want then?” My heart is beatin’ frantically in my chest, the precipice of what comes next teetering on the edge.
He licks his lips, and his eyes drop down. I follow his gaze and smirk.
“What, treat?” And when he does nothing but swallow, I change tactics. “Come kiss my boots.”
“W-what?” he balks, head jerking up with surprise.
“You heard me. Come. Kiss. My. Boots.” I accentuate eachword as I point down at my feet, at the boots he keeps lookin’ at.
They go half-way up my shin, laced tight with buckles secured down from top to bottom over the laces.
And I want to see Madison’s mouth all fuckin’ over ‘em.
He shudders at the demand, but he slowly pulls himself up and crawls across the bedframe to where I have my foot up against the wood, so he doesn’t have to get down onto the dirty floor—not that the bed is much better, but…
“What—” He clears his throat, and when he looks up at me through his lashes, I lose it. “What do I do?”
I reach into his wet hair and yank his head back, exposing his throat to my teeth as I lean down and sink them into his flesh. Madison lets out a yelp as I devour the skin of his throat, licking and tasting every inch of him that I can reach.
My collar gets in my way, and I’m most tempted to rip it off of him, but I barely manage to retrain myself with the memory of him touching it so reverently.
I settle for wrapping my fingers around until I can feel his pulse-point, and then, I pull back with a low growl and a final nip to his swollen bottom lip.
“I want you to do as I said.”
