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She leaned closer to me. I sat still, my body waiting for the shock of her tongue. I jerked when the tip of her tongue finally traced the head of my cock.

I had never been so hard, not like this.

She took her time, just giving me a lick here, a kiss there, until I was going fucking mad. I wanted to fuck her throat now until she was gagging on my cum.

“Now.”

Her lips made an O before she sucked me in, and my body trembled. I wanted to relish it, to take my time, but I knew I wouldn’t survive.

She was slow, trying to learn my pace, but she didn’t have to. She made me hard just by existing, and with her mouth on my cock, she didn’t need to do anything else.

“How much more can you take, Little Poison?”

How much more can I take?

She mumbled something unintelligible but didn’t even lift her face. Her tongue swirled around my cock as her fingers rubbed under my balls. I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her closer to me.

She nibbled the end of my cock, and I groaned.

“Diya…”

“Mmm…” She let my cock go and looked up, eyes blazing, lips pink. “You want to come for me, Pussycat?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“But I don’t swallow,” she whispered, much to my displeasure.

Groaning, I tightened my fingers on her hair. “I don’t care. Just…”

“Asher…” she said, standing up, and pulling me from the couch.

“What? The fuck? Where are we… right when we…”

She walked me around the table and pushed me down to the chair.

“Sit.” Her eyes were glazed as she pulled open a drawer and took out handcuffs, like this was the most normal Therapy Tuesday in the world.

I mean, if this was therapy, I would willingly attend every one of the sessions.

I blinked, my mouth in a little O.

She smiled, and it wasn’t innocent at all. It was one of those unhinged, deranged smiles, and my traitorous body came alive, my cock tightening with need.

Before I could regain all the brain cells I’d lost, she looped the handcuffs through the chair and snapped them on my wrist. “I have dreamed of you like this too many times,” she whispered, her voice low, sending shivers down my spine. “Helpless, and…” she trailed off, her eyes scanning me like I was a particularly delicious steak she wouldn’t mind sinking her teeth in.

“Helpless and what?”

“At my mercy. Now, Ash… be a good fucking Pussycat and beg for my mouth.”

The wild look in her eyes, the almost savage grin, made my head spin. This woman was going to be my destruction, and I, even knowing that, was helpless to fight back.

“I want your lips around my cock, Diya. Please. I-I need it now. Please. I’ll be your good Pussycat.”

If I wasn’t in the sex-crazed little bubble, what I said would haunt me in both my dreams and nightmares.

Good Pussycat?

There was no running from this.