He pinched the abused piece of tissue. “Thr?—”
“My orgasms are yours,” I strained to say before the lack of oxygen could render me senseless, a puddle of weightlessness floating in the canyon of everlasting giddiness.
Gedeon hummed in satisfaction, and my throat constricted, parched, but not for water.
For the possibility of devouring that divine sound.
Grabbing his nape, I tugged him closer to crash his mouth to mine?—
He ripped my wrist away, slamming it onto the few sharp rocks scattered along the hem of the blanket. Like thorns with poisonous tips, the jagged edges prodding my palm invoked prickles to slither down my body.
“Do not dare to move in any capacity at all.” Lowering to sit on my thighs, Gedeon pulled on my bottom lip with his thumb. The gesture screamedMy propertyso loud I would’ve done anything for him to touch me, anywhere and everywhere all at once.
“Keep your arms behind you. If you change your position whatsoever, or if you try to rush this, I will not let you come for aweek.” He pushed the finger into my mouth.
I pulled him deeper, up to the first knuckle, lapping at the digit and sucking the tip, seeking to lure him intosnapping.
I could bathe in how his control turned me on. He was the only man I’d ever felt safe with to let go, to lower my guard.
But I also knew wildness lived inside him. I longed to set it free.
“I should warn you that your agreement means I will make you watch me fuck our woman into oblivion, but not for a single second will you be allowed to join or relieve yourself.” As he withdrew his thumb, his darker skin glistened from my saliva. “Am I clear?”
I croaked, “Yes.”
My mind whirled with the endless supply of fantasies he’d called out. Kali panting underneath Gedeon. Or bent over the table, her flesh rippling from his thrusts. Or suspended in the air from my ropes while he reddened her ass with the belt he was currently yanking out of his jeans.
The clang of the buckle echoed across the roof, fueling my anticipation?—
He shoved the worn leather between my lips. The rich, earthy taste exploded on my tongue as he wrapped the belt around my head, fastening the buckle so tight the makeshift gag dug into my cheeks.
My eyes bulged at the realization he had extra holes punched out to be able to secure it like that.
He stroked the leather razing my skin. “You are so beautiful like this.”
Drool gathered in my mouth as I gurgled a nonsensical response, bathing in his praise.
With his eyes lingering on me, he turned to the roof’s entrance. “Isn’t he, little death?”
Frozen in the doorway, Kali gaped at us.
But after what felt like an eternity, she croaked, “He is.”
Smugness flooded me. So she did think I was beautiful like this—at Gedeon’s mercy.
I wished for nothing more than to pull her down next to me, but at the same time, I didn’t want to disobey Gedeon. I stayed rooted in my spot, praying to the gods he’d cease torturing me and would grip my cock. Or lick it. Swallow it. Sit Kali on it. Any holes of theirs would have done it for me.
“Close the door.” Shuffling down my legs, Gedeon tugged down my sweatpants. “Or he will raise alarms with his howling.”
Kali stepped away from the entrance. As the door shut behind her, she jumped, scrambling to keep hold of the three colorful food containers and flushing the most beautiful shade—crimson.
To help Gedeon yank the fabric down, my hips lifted of their own accord. The chill swirling around us didn’t hesitate in assaulting the wetness at the tip of my dick.
If I didn’t receive stimulation within the next ten breaths, I was going to lose my sanity. If I even had one to begin with.
Gedeon grasped my cock, firmly and roughly. But he didn’t pump, no, he just held me at the base. “Won’t you?”
I curled in on myself, trying to hump his fist, to coax him into moving, into sliding up and twisting, but my efforts were fruitless. Gedeon kept still, and I bit down on the belt, ignoring my protesting molars as saliva dribbled from my lip corners.
