Page 33 of Unraveled Love

I didn’t know where to focus—on his erection, hard, thick, long, and jutting from his body like a weapon, or on the gleam in his eyes that told me I had definitely gone too far and oh boy would I be sorry about it in the best way.

“Very well. Come here.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him.

I moved so quick I almost stumbled over my feet in my hurry to get to him. Grinning, I reached him as he whipped a hand out in front of him into a stop position.

My sternum pressed to his hand and I halted. I met his gaze, determination straightening my spine. If I had a single flicker of nerves in my gaze, he’d halt this. He would do this for me, because I asked for it, because it was obvious he really liked the idea of it, but if I balked, he’d stop, no harm, no foul.

Which was exactly why he was the man I trusted.

“If I go too far, all you have to say is stop and it ends.”

No way in hell was I ending anything when it came to Shawn and me. “I won’t.”

His eyes flared with a heat that burned to my toes. “You will, Addi. For your safety as well as mine. It’d kill me to go too far, to make this worse for you or hurt you.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Good.” His hand dropped from my chest. He played with the silk tie resting in the cleavage of my breasts before he dragged it over a nipple, the side of his thumb scraping it and eliciting goose bumps in his wake. He held the tie in front of us, casually dropped it between two fingers, and then fisted it, giving it a quick jerk forward.

I’d left it loose around my throat to be easily removed, but the sudden motion jolted my neck, forcing me to tip my head back.

“Then get on your knees, honey. And tease me until I tell you to stop.”

Oh…my pleasure.

I grinned, the victorious cat who finally got its cream, and dropped to my knees slowly, placing one knee on the floor and resting my hands on one of his thighs for balance before bringing the other one down.

His erection was in front of me, darkened tip topped with a bead of arousal. Oh yeah, he definitely liked the idea of me giving him control tonight. I wasted no time leaning forward and licking it up, savoring the taste of him.

As I did, his fist tugged on the tie enough to pull me back and grab my attention. His jaw was tight, his eyes a dark storm. “Does that hurt?”

“No, it just startled me.”

“If it hurts, if anything I do hurts, tap my thighs, okay?”

I nodded and smirked. “Can I get back to work now?”

His stormy eyes winked. “Have at it.”

“With pleasure,” I murmured, almost not able to finish the word because I leaned back in. This time I teased him. I licked the bottom of his shaft then dragged my tongue over his tip in slow, torturous circles. I took him in my mouth, eyes almost rolling back in my head from the pleasure of making this man so turned on. He tasted clean, like man, and the salty taste of his precum might have been my most delicious treat ever. I took him as deep as I could in my throat, backed off enough to breathe, and did it again, swallowing as he hit the back of me to fight off gagging.

“Holy fuck, Addi,” he grunted, hips thrusting into me. His hand not holding the tie gripped the back of my hair, holding me still. “Don’t move.”

My pulse jolted with surprise at the command, but I dropped my fisted hands to my thighs and waited, held my position, afraid to swallow and go against what he said as drool pooled deep in my mouth and spilled out the sides.

This was so damn hot. My hands slipped to the apex of my thighs. Awkwardly, I found my center with my thumb, brushed it, and moaned as a spark of pleasure threatened to burn me from the inside out.

“Play with yourself, but don’t come,” Shawn said, and my eyes closed. His voice was ragged. God, I loved the way I turned him on. I’d been used by men for so long for only their satisfaction, and it surprised me to enjoy it so much when I allowed myself to be used.

His hips thrust forward, his hand held me still, and he took what he wanted from me while my eyes watered and drool dripped from his shaft, all while my core swelled and grew soaking wet.

My thighs began to shake, and I stopped playing with myself only to have the tie tugged.

“Keep touching yourself. I didn’t say you could stop.”

And holy freaking hell’s bells.Whywas being bossed around so damn hot?

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