Page 70 of Playing with Trouble

“Ask me,” I said, willing to do whatever he wanted, to get whatIwanted.

He wrapped my fingers around the slats in his headboard.“I want you to keep your hands there,” he ordered.“No moving them, or I stop.”

I recognized the wicked gleam in his eyes, and knew he wouldn’t hesitate to follow through on his threat and leave me aching.I held on tight.“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his praise elevating my desire and making me throb with anticipation.

I expected him to fuck me straightaway, but instead he nuzzled his mouth against my throat and slowly, gradually, worked his way lower, like he was savoring the trail of my pulse with his lips and tongue.

“What are you doing?”I asked breathlessly.

He lifted his head and smirked at me.“You thought I was just going to get right to fucking you?”he asked, pressing my breasts together with his hands.He licked and bit and sucked my nipples, making me gasp and squirm.“Not yet.First, I’m going to take my time and worship you, and you’re going to be a good girl and let me.”

No, he was going to torment me, without using our normal toys.“You’re a bastard,” I said, but there was no real protest in my voice.

He chuckled, scraping his teeth over the soft skin of my stomach, making me shiver as he inched his way downward.“My parents were happily married when they had me,” he refuted, winking up at me.

Then he did exactly as he promised.He worshipped me in a way he never had before.Slowly.Thoroughly.He took his time kissing all over my body, toying with me, biting and licking the inside of my spread thighs, lightly squeezing my breasts in his hands until I whimpered for more.Heat pooled low in my belly while my pussy throbbed for relief.

He avoided where I ached the most, and bit by bit, I melted into the sensations, until I wasn’t thinking anymore.I was just feeling.He turned me into an absolute puddle with his hands and mouth and fingers, pinching me, spanking me a little, letting that little sting of surprise pain melt straight into pleasure to keep me in the moment, but mostly just…exploring my body.Making me feel treasured and adored in a way I’d never experienced before.

“So soft,” Ford murmured, dragging his tongue along the crease of my hip.“So perfect.And every inch of you is mine.”

I wanted to beg.I wanted to sob and plead for him to touch me where I needed it the most.To fuck me.To fill me.Toruinme.But I held back the words and just moaned, because I knew he would give me everything.He always did.

Finally,finally, Ford settled between my legs.His hands pushed my thighs indecently wide, exposing me completely.His hot, hungry gaze landed on my aching pussy.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough as he dragged one finger up my slit but not quite touching my clit.“Dripping all over my sheets just from me teasing you.”

My breath hitched hard.“Ford…please.”

He didn’t make me wait this time.

His head dipped, his breath hot against me.The first touch of his mouth was a slow, teasing slide that had my fingers gripping the slats and my body arching.Then he got serious, his tongue doing obscenely sinful things to me, moving in deep, lazy strokes, then fast, devastating flicks against my clit.

I couldn’t hold back the sounds I made, the helpless catch of my breath, and the sharp cries echoing in the room as I spiraled out of control.He held my hips when I tried to grind up against his mouth, pinning me just enough to make me feel caged and cherished at the same time.

“Come for me,” he ordered, closing his lips over my clit and sucking hard.He fluttered his tongue at the exact spot that drove me absolutely wild, and I orgasmed so hard a scream flew out of me.

I shattered, hard and hot and blinding, the world narrowing to the rhythm of his mouth and the rough sounds he made when I broke for him.He didn’t rush me out of the release.He stroked me down slowly, carefully, and by the time I could breathe again my whole body was trembling.

He moved, kneeling between my thighs, spreading me open with a possessive grip.He hooked my legs over his, his thick erection brushing across my overstimulated clit and I nearly jerked off the bed.

“F-Ford—”

He leaned forward as he ran his hands up my body, one stopping on my breast to tweak my nipple, while the other slid higher, curling around my throat.I gasped, then moaned as he applied just the right amount of pressure.My eyes rolled back at the shocking rush of arousal that coursed through me.

Ford looked incredibly pleased by my reaction.“You like the feel of my hand around your throat, holding you exactly where I want you?”

I realized he’d just unlocked a kink I never knew I had.“Yes,” I whispered.

“Hmm.”He considered my answer, his thumb caressing the side of my neck, his dark eyes locked on mine.“I think I’ll have to get you a pretty collar.Maybe a leash.Treat you like my filthy little slut…or train you to be my obedient puppy.”

My entire body clenched.I couldn’t deny that both scenarios lit me up.

Before I could respond, he nudged his cock down and pushed inside, slow enough to make me feel every thick inch as he filled me.

His hand flexed around my throat.His jaw tightened.He bottomed out and stayed there, buried deep, not moving at all.