Nodding, I closed my eyes, groaning as she moved from my lap. I heard her leave the room, but she was back moments later.
“Turn around, hands behind your back.”
I couldn’t contain the shameless sound that fell from my lips as she bound my wrists together with something soft, suddenly understanding why Archer liked being tied up so much.
“It’s just the tie off my robe. I can take it off if it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much. I promise.”
“Sit back and open your eyes.” I did as she asked, watching as she dropped to her knees between my spread-wide thighs. “I want to touch you everywhere… is that okay?” she whispered, looking up at me from beneath her long, fair lashes.
“My body is yours to play with, Princess.”
She rolled her bottom lip between her teeth as if she was deciding where to start, before dancing her fingers across my abs, making me shiver, and then leaning forward, circling my nipple with the tip of her tongue.
I didn’t know how long we stayed there, but Fern licked, kissed, and explored every inch of my body, apart from the one place I was about to beg her to touch. I was so desperate that sweat coated my skin, my chest heaved and my cock dripped precum like it had never done before.
She paused her movement, anchoring her hands high up on my thighs, her green eyes hooded as they landed on mine. “Do you know what I love about your cock, other than how big you are and how good you feel when you’re inside me?”
I coughed to clear my throat. “No,” I let out huskily.
“How much you leak. How wet you get. How you literally drip for me.”
Shocked by her deliciously dirty words, I didn’t get a chance to reply before she dropped her head and ran her tongue across my slit, humming as she tasted me.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned, my body bucking uncontrollably and my hands tugging against their restraints.
As if she could sense my need, she wet her lips and slipped them over the head of my cock, taking me straight to the back of her throat. Trying to hang on to the shred of control I had left, I let my head fall back on the sofa while she bobbed up and down, her tongue teasing my shaft. Her mouth was warm and wet, her hollowed cheeks and the tight pull of her throat, as she tried to swallow, made my body burn while her soft hair tickling my thighs made my skin tingle. I was so close to coming that my vision blurred and my toes curl, my hands fisting behind my back.
But just as the familiar tingling started in the base of my spine, Fern lifted her head, letting me fall from her mouth, wrapping her hand around my slippery shaft.
I let out a strangled cry.
“You good, Charlie?” she whispered, her voice heavy with her own arousal.
“So close,” I strangled out.
“I know. It’s why I stopped.” She began moving her hand from root to tip, pulling me quickly back to the edge of my orgasm. “I want to hear you beg for me.”
Jesus.
“I’ve never done this,” I grunted, my hips bucking hard against her hand. She pressed her palm to my thigh, stilling my movement, making my balls scream with need.
“Done what?”
“Been tied up, begged to come. I’ve never willingly given someone this much power over me.”
Her eyes widened. “Too much? You want me to untie you?”
“No… I like it. I want more.”
She looked up at me, biting down on her bottom lip, pretending to be innocent, but the way she touched me told me she was growing in confidence and I loved seeing it in her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before. Felt this desperate,” I admitted.
Her touch became feather light, running her fingertips along my length, pulling more precum from me.
“That’s good to know, but I’m not done with you yet.” Her hand tightened around my shaft again while her other one cupped my balls, rolling them with the perfect amount of pressure.
