My heart starts pounding harder.
I need her.
“What are you going to do, Kitten?”
Her fingers brush over her lips, still swollen from mine. “What are you going to do to me when you catch me?”
I pause, just for a second.
“I’m going to keep my promise.” My brow lifts, a slow smirk pulling at my lips.
I step closer, reaching up to move a damp strand of her hair from her neck, letting it fall behind her back. I lean in, my cheek brushing against hers, my voice low against her ear.
“And I’ll fuck you.”
She swallows.
I pull back, giving her space again, even though every part of me wants to close it.
“Do you want to run, Kitten?”
She takes a step back, then turns and moves toward the door, trying to run. Trying, because if I take two steps I could catch her. For someone who should be scared, she’s too slow. God forbids I blink; I might lose her.
I chuckle.
I hear her feet hitting the stairs. By the time I step out of the bedroom, she’s already halfway down. I go after her.
She picks up speed.
So do I.
I take the stairs two at a time, catching her before she reaches the front door. My hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her back. She spins into me, her body colliding with mine.
“I got you.”
Her breath is unsteady, her skin covered in goosebumps that rise beneath my touch. I keep hold of her, guiding her back untilwe’re beside the phone on the wall. I reach for the receiver, pulling it free, the cord stretching between my hands.
She watches me.
I lower the receiver, letting the cord slide between my fingers, then wrap it around my hand. My knee presses between her legs, steadying her as I bring her wrists together, securing them with the cord. The rest of the cord I lift, pausing for a second as our eyes meet, before pressing it gently between her lips, keeping her quiet as she bites down on it, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Shh,” I say, using the rest of the cord to wrap it around her body, tightening it over her breasts, forcing them apart. The pressure turns them red, rounder, fuller as the blood rushes beneath the skin.
“Silent, kitten,” I whisper against her ear, dropping the receiver to free my hand. I crouch down, my fingers moving to her thighs , sliding them slowly from her hips down to her toes.
I spread her legs wider, my hand gliding between them, finding her wet, throbbing pussy. My gaze lifts as her eyes fall shut, a quiet whimper slipping past her lips. I kneel, bringing my face close to her sensitive skin.
I lick my lips, parting her lower ones. Her clit appears just before I take it into my mouth, my tongue circling slowly. I drag it down, then back up, repeating the motion before I close my lips around her again.
She moans.
“Have you ever been eaten, Kitten?” I murmur, licking my lips, tasting her. “I haven’t even tasted you properly yet, and you already feel like my favorite meal.”
She arches her back.
This time I slide my tongue inside her, curling it, thrusting twice before moving back up to her clit. My teeth drag lightly across her, my jaw working as I take my time with her. She twitches, her lips parting.
My hands move to her ass, gripping her, pulling her closer against my face. My tongue moves faster, until her knees begin to give. I drag my teeth over her again, then close my mouth around her clit, sucking until her breathing breaks, turning into uneven, helpless moans.
