Page 154 of Kneeling to Candy

Butch runs his teeth over his bottom lip hungrily before releasing it. “Yes. I won’t put all my weight on that arm.”

I pat his cheek before standing. “Good. Follow me.”

As I make my way towards our bed, Butch crawls on all fours after me. I peek at him over my shoulder, watching him prowl after me like a damn tiger ready to pounce. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve seen him do to date.

A giddy laugh escapes me. This will be fun.

Once he reaches me at the bed, I motion for him to stand. He rises, towering over me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, matching the thrill in his hazel eyes. Using my fingers, I tease his waistline before tearing away the towel sitting precariously on his trim hips. I look down the length of him, pleased to find him hard and ready for me.

A soft rumble rolls in his chest as I take him in. He watches me, patiently waiting for my next command.

“On the bed, on your back.”

He moves around me, centering himself in the middle of our mattress.

With his heated gaze on me, I move around the drawer at the foot of our bed. Though I grab the items I intend to use right away, I make a big deal of rummaging around, knowing it will pique his interest and libido. I hear him rustling on the bed, probably straining to see what I’m doing.

Perfect. I want him raring to go.

When I’ve made him wait long enough, I come back to the side of the bed with two pairs of handcuffs. He smirks at my choice.

“Can your shoulder tolerate your arm being up?”

“As long as you’re not yanking on it, I’ll be fine.”

Straddling his hips, I handcuff his good arm first to the rung in our headboard before moving on to his sore shoulder. I carefully lift it, cuffing it to the bed, too.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Goddess.”

“You let me know if it hurts at any time, and I’ll remove the cuffs.”

He nods, leaning back into the pillows to make himself more comfortable.

Rubbing against him, I slide off his body back onto the floor, loving the way he groans with pleasure.

And then I torture him in the best way possible.

Slowly, I peel off my clothes. First my shirt, followed by my bra. Butch licks his lips hungrily as my breasts fall free. His dick jumps, hitting him in the stomach when I remove my leggings.

Wanting to drive him wild, I turn around, giving him my backside as I bend over and slide off my thong.

“Fuuuck,” Butch grates in his rough voice. His shackles clank against the wood rungs in our headboard, like he’s testing their strength.

“Nu-uh,” I scold, turning around to shake a finger at him. “You need to behave. We don’t want you hurting your shoulder.”

“Yes, Goddess,” he concedes in a pained voice, not from his wounds, but from his need.

Coming around the foot of the bed, I close the drawer before I crawl over it onto the bed. Butch watches me with a heated stare as I stalk up his body, stopping at his knees. I hold his stare as I lean forward. My biker strains his neck, watching as my face gets up close and personal with his thick cock.

Running my nose along his groin, I breathe him in. He smells of soap, yet I still smell his heady, smoky clove scent underneath.

“Goddamn, that’s hot,” Butch murmurs.

Snaking my tongue out, I lick the glistening precome from the tip of his cock. “Mmm. You taste delicious—salty and ready for me.”

“Goddess—” I cut him off, swirling my tongue around the head of his length. He gurgles a curse as I suck him deep into my mouth.

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