Page 90 of Entwined

“Oh, yeah?” I arch an eyebrow, “Well I need to pee.” He sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me down a hall to a bathroom. “Um, some privacy, please?”

His hands move to my waist as he puts me down gently His hands unfasten my belt, and pull the zipper of my jeans down.

“I think I can take if from here.”

His answer is a grunt, as he yanks my jeans down, his large palm finds my ass and starts kneading it. He grunts again, moving his hand back to smack it hard. The motion causes me to move forward against him. His other hand wastes no time moving my thong down, his finger finds me. He moans in satisfaction when he finds the answer he was looking for. “You kept the piercing.” His fingers slide through me, teasing me before pressing on my clit hard, causing me to hiss.

“Fuck I want you Jessie. I can’t wait anymore. I’ll get on my knees and beg if that’s what it takes. Let me back in. I miss you.” He falls to his knees, nuzzling the curls between my thighs with his face. My hands clutch his head.

“I’ll think about it,” I tease, “but right now I need some privacy.”

He slowly straightens, taking my mouth in a demanding kiss. “Be mine tonight. I’ll even let you be on top.”

I groan, horny as fuck. He never gave up control; ever. Even the sex positions he preferred were always dominant.

“I’m leaving only because if I don’t, I’ll bending you over the sink vanity and take you hard.”

I bit my lip as he leaves. Finally, I sit on the toilet finding it hard to pee.

Fuck.

He’s punishing me. Using his mad DOM skills on me. He knew how badly I needed to go and basically made it impossible. It hurts. I’m soaked; swollen in more places than just my ankle. Finally, I’m able to relieve myself. I hobble off the toilet and wash my hands, smirking at myself in the mirror. He hasn’t changed when it comes to sex. It’s going to hurt so good. I missed my dark DOM, maybe tonight I’ll let him visit me again.

“Baby? Are you done?” He knocks softly on the door. My heart stops. He’ s never called me that before. It’s more loving than any of the Greek endearments that spilled from his lips when I was his prisoner; his pet.

I open the door and he whisks me back up in his arms. “It feels so good to hold you again. I’m never letting go.” He carries me down a hall into a master bedroom, placing me down on a bed in front of a blazing fire.

His hands find the front of my shirt. He stares, boldly into my eyes as his hands tear the flannel apart. Buttons land on the bed and the floor.

“Fuck Jessie,” he breathes, staring at my breasts in a see-through lace bra.

“Surprise,” I moan as he unclasps, my bra revealing the nipple piercing I got in secret after Paris. Not even Jecs, knows.

“My dirty girl,” he breathes, wasting no time tracing my pierced nipple with his tongue. I gasp, my hands clutching the top of his silken head as he moves it against my chest. His thick hair brushes against my naked breasts, the soft friction feeling as good as his mouth on me. His lips capture my nipple, rolling the bar with his tongue. “Tell me you want me? Say you want this?”

“Yes,” I breathe, as his hands lower, yanking my jeans down again so his fingers can slide between my damp curls and find home. I’m going to come soon. It’s been too long since he touched me. He find my clit, rubs it gently while his mouth bites down on my pierced nipple. He rolls both my piercings one with his hand and the other with his mouth. Bursts of sweet pain course through me. Then his finger is there, working me, entering me and finding my G-spot.

“Theos, you’re beautiful. Come for me baby, be mine again.”

I’m helpless, putty in his arms… I gasp, riding his hand; fucking it knowing I’m so close. “Yes, baby. Just like that…”

I move harder, faster against his fingers as he traces my nipples then loves each of them with his mouth.

“Christos!” I gasp, coming hard against his fingers that still move inside me. I buck, riding the waves of pleasure he gives me. He withdraws as my spasms reduce to quivers.

“What about you?” I ask, still flushed from our love.

“This is all about you. I can wait.”

“Why should you? Come back?”

His fists clench at his side. “No. I swore to myself I won’t make you feel used for my sick pleasure again.”

“Use me. It’s what I want… what I crave.”

“Fuck.” He shoves his hands through his disheveled hair. Then comes back to the bed. My hands reach for the belt buckle on his jeans. Unfastening it, I unzip him, moving his jeans down and pulling his impressive cock free.

The tip glistens for me. I lean forward, taking him deeply into my mouth. “Theos, baby, you feel so good.” I swirl his piercing with my tongue and lips, paying attention to his head as I would a lollipop before going deeper and taking as much of him as I can. He fucks my mouth, his hips jerking, helping him glide in and out of my mouth. My tongue rubs the sensitive underside of his tip. He groans, stuffing my mouth full of his cock. He grabs the back of my head, holding me steady as he thrusts in and out. I moan, choking on him, but needing it at the same time. This is us. We are wild, out of control but perfect in our sweet chaos.

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