Page 73 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“Be my good, sweet girl, and I’ll make you come again.”

He reached down and untied my legs, then he brought my knees up to my shoulders and spread me wide open. “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, and then I’m going to put the vibrator back on you, and make you come until you beg me to stop.”

“I want to touch you too.”

He brushed my hair back. “Not yet.”

I labored to breathe, struggling to draw in enough air. My sensitive clit tingled and pulsed along with my heartbeat. My arms were stretched out above me, and Connor had me pinned to the bed. I could only lay there and take what he gave me, and I loved every second of it.

When he found my core and thrust into me again, my body slid up the bed a little and my head flew back. He pinned me in place while he hammered inside me again and again. Lust and need coursed through my veins like a dark, addictive drug.

Connor tipped my head down and stared into my eyes. “I need to see your face. I need to watch you.”

Then he reached down and put the vibrator on me again. I was so sensitive, the feel of it made me cry out, and my eyes closed.

He held it there anyway, right on my clit. Then he lightly slapped my flank. “Eyes on me, sweet girl.”

I stopped breathing as my mind and body absorbed the swat, but I kept my eyes on him. He leaned in and sucked and pinchedmy nipples again. My body locked in place, and an almost painful climax built inside me. When he rubbed the vibrator against my clit and bit down on my breast, I let go and came again, long and hard.

He shoved inside me a few more times, threw his head back, and growled low as he orgasmed. Connor hung over me for a few moments, catching his breath. Then he turned off the vibrator and let go of my legs.

“My toes are cramping from coming so hard,” I whispered in awe.

He barked out a laugh, then leaned down and curled me into him. My hands were still tied, and he reached up and undid the ropes.

Sitting against the headboard, he dragged me into his lap. “Let me see if I can rub your cramps out.” He rubbed my wrists, then leisurely massaged my feet and calves. He grabbed his water bottle off his nightstand and handed it to me.

We sat there for almost an hour, talking and softly stroking each other. He asked how I’d liked being tied up and having a bullet used on me.

“At first, I wanted to rip your balls off,” I admitted, sounding surly.

“What about now?”

Shifting in his lap, I sighed. “It… excited me.”

“Good because I also need to gag you. You’re a screamer and I don’t want Elodie running in to rescue you while I’m paddling your ass or balls-deep in your cunt.”

“Neither do I.” I shuddered at the thought of trying to explain that to her. “Haveyouever been tied up or gagged?” I ran my hand along his shoulder.

“I’ve been tied up, but I didn’t like it.” He took my hand and threaded his fingers through mine.

“Why?”

Connor shrugged. “I didn’t trust the woman I was with.” He grinned. “You lost the bet. What’s in your nightstand?”

I froze. “Well, you see…”

“Tell me.”

Letting out a long breath, I laid my head on his shoulder. “One of my best friends from high school started an online business a while back so she could work from home.”

“Are you stalling? Because I can’t figure out what that has to do with your nightstand.”

I yawned and snuggled into him. “I’m getting there. Her online business is called the Cherry Box.”

He stroked my hair and laid his head back on the headboard. “Why does that sound familiar?”

“The fact that you think it sounds familiar doesn’t surprise me.”

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