He clicks his tongue, lowering himself to the mattress. It dips under his weight.
“Can’t.” The word lands heavy between us. His hand reaches up, brushing some hair off my forehead, almost gentle. It makes the restraints feel worse.
“Not until I know you won’t bolt the second I turn my back.”
I shake my head the best I can to escape his touch.
“Let. Me. Go,” I demand, my throat closing on each word. Angry tears build in my eyes.
He shakes his head.
“I’ll only be gone a couple of hours. When I get back, I’ll get you out of the restraints. But you’re done running from me.”
A tear slips from the corner of my eye.
“I hate you,” I croak.
A sadistic look slowly appears on his face, making my skin break out in goosebumps.
“Okay, doll,” he growls. He stands from the bed, pushing the covers off of me the rest of the way, the cold air sending a chill throughout my body. Climbing on top of the mattress, he settles on his haunches between my legs.
“What are you doing?” Panic slams into me as he pushes the hem of his shirt up to my hips. He says nothing as I try to lift my head to stare at him, but the straps tug at my wrists again. Watching as best I can down my front, I watch as he lowers himself and his fingers grip my thighs. My body jerks, all four restraints biting into me.
“Karson-,” I croak.
His warm lips press to the inside of my thigh. My entire body begins to vibrate at the heady sensation, and he bites down before doing the same to the other one. His lips trail possessive kisses up my thighs until he reaches my core.
“Mmmm,” he groans. His hot breath lands on my pussy, and I stifle a moan that’s threatening to escape my lips. Another tear falls down the side of my face, heavy, making an audiblepatas it lands on the mattress.
What is happening? Get up.
Karson’s warm, wet tongue lands on my pussy, causing me to jerk. It trails from my opening slowly up to my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. My eyes roll into the back of my head and the thought of leaving quickly vanishes.
He releases my clit before his tongue begins moving in slow, deliberate circles around it. My thighs tremble as he moves back to my opening, then thrusts his tongue inside of me. Throwing my head back, the nylon bites into my wrists again. My hands curl into fists, my nails biting into my palms.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
His tongue lashes at my core, relentless and all consuming. Karson’s hands travel to my thighs, pushing them further apart. The straps dig into my skin, sure to leave a bruise. But the bite mixed with the sensation of his tongue fucking my pussy is too delicious for me to care.
He continues lapping at my pussy, fingers digging into my thighs until they begin to quake. My neck arches, white and black spots creep into my vision as my orgasm slams into me. I cry out into the room, my chest that’s now beaded in sweat heaves as I try to control it, to stop it, but I can’t.
I let go.
Karson continues as I ride out the high, only slowing to a stop when my muscles relax and the mattress swallows me whole. Myheavy eyes try to focus as he crawls up my body, then grips my cheeks. His fingers dig in, forcing my mouth open.
“Taste how much you hate me,” he growls.
He leans down, closer to my face and spits. My orgasm mixed with his saliva lands on my tongue, thick and tangy. I gasp, and he lets go of my cheeks once he’s sure I have every last drop. Gently, he pushes my chin with two fingers, closing my mouth.
“Swallow,” he orders, and all too quickly I do.
“Good girl,” he tells me then stands from the bed. My head swims, trying to play catch up.
“Take a nap, terror,” he says from somewhere beside me, my vision still blurry. The blankets cocoon me once more, warm and inviting.
“I’ll be back soon,” he caresses my cheek as my eyes begin to close. The warmth of his hand leaves, the bedroom door softly clicks shut, and I listen.
I fall asleep.
