Page 75 of Deathless
“You would like that?” I brought my mouth directly against Santos’ ear. “Feeling me tie you up before doing whatever I want with you?”
“God, yes,” he breathed.
“Oh, but what to do to you now?” I kept contact with him, letting my fingers drift over his warm skin as I circled around to stand in front of him again.
“Anything you want.” His shoulder muscles bunched as he watched my every movement like a hawk. “Please. All I want is to please you.”
I took him in from head to toe, vaguely aware of the grin spreading on my face.If only you could see the Butcher now, Nella.Her fearsome gladiator, her prized possession, was exactly wherehewanted to be. Mine.
“You see, the problem with that is,” I moved one leg between his spread thighs and dropped my weight to sit on one of his knees, “All I want to do is please you too.”
Santos pulled in a breath as I slid higher up his thigh, brushing my leg against his crotch.
“Make me please you,” he choked out. “I’m your toy to use. Please.”
“Quiet.” I brought my thumb to his lips, pushing the digit inside. “I don’t want any words from you for the next ten minutes. Understand?”
“Mm-hm...” His lips wrapped around my thumb, tongue licking and teasing it as if it were the most erogenous spot on my body. When it came to Santos, any body part could become a sweet spot.
“But I do want you to make noise.” My heel lifted off the ground, arching my foot and rubbing my inner thigh against his growing erection. “No words, but I want to hear exactly how much you love what I’m giving you. Understand?”
“Mmm...” Santos’ quad muscles flexed, his skin biting into the ropes going across his powerful legs. He wanted to thrust, to roll his hips into my touch. But the restraints kept him in place.
I skimmed a hand down his stomach, tracing the ropework framing his hips before settling my palm on his length. He pulsed against my hand with a gasp, legs straining for more contact with me.
“Fuh—ah, hmmm...” Poor Santos was so vocal and expressive thatnotusing his words served as a unique challenge to him. Good thing obeying me was a higher priority.
“We’ll find something to gag you with if you can’t obey simple commands.” I freed his cock from the snug boxer briefs with that warning and enjoyed the sight of his head lolling back on his neck. A long, wordless moan poured out of his throat as I stroked him with a firm grip.
“Good boy.” I leaned in to nip his Adam’s apple and found a comfortable place to curl up and lean briefly.
The crook of his neck fit my forehead perfectly, so I rested there, kissing the hollow of his throat, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the fresh scent of him.
“I’ll never get over how right you are for me,” I whispered. “I’m so glad to be back and that you’re still here.”
He was so solid underneath me, a protective, deadly force despite his submission in bed. The kiss he brushed over my forehead promised his strength and devotion without words.
“I love you too.” With a final kiss under his jaw, I slid down his body until I was kneeling between his legs. He had allowed me a moment to melt, but I was back in my domme headspace now, gazing up at him with his cock in front of my face.
He made those moans and ragged breaths again as I pumped him from base to head. I opened my mouth and let the blunt tip brush against my tongue with every stroke. It was driving him wild, and I wanted to see if I could get a word out of him.
“Fuck,” he groaned before sinking his teeth into his lip, knowing he’d messed up.
“Aw, bad boy.” I released his cock with an exaggerated sigh of disappointment and looked up, finding the eyes of the other men in the room for the first time.
Torr leaned against a dresser, arms and ankles crossed in front of him. Devin and Hudson were on the bed, shirtless and spooning in a tangle of limbs. I had to jerk my attention away from them, from the shapes, lines, muscles, and tattoos that made up their bodies.
“Torr?”
“Yes?” he purred, like he thoroughly enjoyed watching my struggle.
“What can we gag Santos with for breaking the rules?” I asked.
Torr grinned evilly. “How about your panties?”
I smirked back at him as I stood, already flicking apart the button on my pants. “You were hoping for that, weren’t you?”
“Not hoping. I would’ve made it happen. Come here.”
