God, I want to give that to her…
And so much more.
I flick my tongue across her clit relentlessly, driving her toward it, and another barely audible gasp falls from her open mouth, her head tipped back, neck strained.
She’s never looked more beautiful, and when I suck her clit between my teeth, grazing them across that tight bundle of nerves, her scream fills the air. Her body tenses and then convulses, cunt clenching around my finger, her hips desperately trying to move as I keep her in place and force her to take all of it.
I lick and suck and graze my teeth all over her until she’s completely wrung out and her hands fall away from my head. Until she sags back with a groan. Until she’s completely sated.
But I am nowhere near done.
I could drown in this woman, easily, and not even care.
And that’s a huge fucking problem.
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GAGE
It’s impossible to remain unaffected though, when she looks so damn beautiful spread out on my bed, waiting for me, her skin hot with the flush of her recent release, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her glistening cunt spread open.
My cock aches in the confines of my jeans, and I reach for the button and pop it, then drag down the zipper, giving myself some relief.
I shift back up over her and kiss her softly. “Was that so bad, Bishop? Giving over control to me?”
She shudders against me and shakes her head, returning my kiss languidly. A slow, gentle glide of our lips together. Nothing hurried. Nothing forcing her to want to rush through this and run.
“You won’t say it though, will you, Hellcat? Won’t admit how good it felt for me to take control.” Her body tenses slightly, and I nip at her bottom lip. “It’s okay. You don’t have to. But I need to know, do you trust me enough to let me push it further?”
Her pupils dilate again, zeroing in on me. “How?”
It’s a simple question, but the fact that she’s even asking it, even considering allowing it, is enough to make me almost come on the spot.
I slide back off her to my feet and make my way over to the closet. Her eyes follow my every step, half-lidded but alert.
Curious.
Maybe a bit nervous.
I snag one of my ties and dangle it from my fingertips as I walk back toward her.
She pushes herself up on her elbows, brow furrowing. “What is that for?”
“Fun…”
I nod behind her toward the wooden headboard with the slats that will allow me to keep her hands secured there. Her gaze widens, but what flares in the depths of those bourbon eyes isn’t fear; it’s heat. Interest. Something I wasn’t so sure I would get from her.
For someone whose life is so tied to her need to control everything, giving up even a second of it must be agonizing for Bishop. Yet, she doesn’t outright dismiss the suggestion.
Maybe it’s the fog of the orgasm still clouding her mind, or maybe that wall has cracked the tiniest bit, enough for her to see through to the light on the other side and what’s waiting for her if she only accepts it.
I kneel on the bed beside her and drag the silky material across her bare stomach and up over her breasts, pausing before it hits her mouth. “Well, what do you say? Do you trust me to control this?”
The look she gives me suggests she’s going to say no, and I wouldn’t blame her if she did.
I’ve kept things from her.
Important things.
