Page 127 of Collateral Damage
“Perfect heart, perfect personality, perfect body.” His fingers push into me, and I cry out as his palm presses on my clit. “And a perfect tight cunt.”
His filthy mouth drives me wild, fueling my desire. I grab his wrist, reveling in the cords of muscles as they work me. “What about it is so perfect?” I breathe.
He chuckles, stripping off the last of my clothing and carrying me to his bed. “Do you want me to show you?”
I nod eagerly. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything more.
When I reach out to help him with his shirt, he brushes me off. “Oh no, you don’t move. Tonight, I’m in charge. Do you think you can handle that, Valentine?”
“Yes, sir.”
I’m not the most submissive person, but in the bedroom, I love it. I’m so in charge and in control in my regular life, especially at work, that giving into this side of myself feels like letting go.
He strips for me, and I practically whimper at the sight of his ready cock. I want to do unspeakable things to him, and I’d just as soon let him do whatever the hell he wants with me, so long as I get to touch him.
Leaving me naked and panting on his bed, he goes to his closet as if we have all the time in the world. I want to screamat him to get back here, but I wait on the bed, my eyes widening when he returns with a handful of silky black ties.
“Have you ever been tied to bedposts before, Sybil?” he asks.
He sounds like a businessman in a conference room, not like a boyfriend about to fuck his girlfriend.
I shake my head. “I’ve been asked before, but… I declined.”
“Are you afraid?” He pulls a silk tie through his hand, and my mouth waters. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, honey, but you know I’ll take care of you, right?”
I do know that. I trust him. Maybe too much. That’s the problem.
“Okay.” My voice is breathy.
His grin is wicked as he gets to work, leaving trails of tender kisses on my flesh while he ties my wrists above my head and my legs stretched open. I don’t think I’ve ever been so exposed. He retreats to admire his handiwork, hooded eyes roaming my body, taking extra time to gaze upon my bare pussy. I ache to cover myself, to be shy, but I also ache to have this experience with him more.
We lock eyes.
“Are you going to show me why I have a perfect cunt, or are you going to stand there?” I demand.
He chuckles. “So impatient. Remember what I said, Valentine?I’min charge tonight. You agreed. Do you still want this?”
My enthusiastic “yes”borders on embarrassing.
Removing his prosthetic and leaving it on the floor, he crawls onto the bed. He positions his mouth at my entrance, his warm breath tickling my skin.
“You don’t come until I say, got it?”
I hesitate. “Wait… what?”
He presses his mouth to my center, swirling his tongue around my aroused bud, opening me up even more for him. I practically come undone right then and there.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Then relax. Don’t come yet.”
My hands fist, and I force my breathing to slow. “I’ll do whatever you say. No coming until you tell me to.”
“You tell me if you’re too close?”
I nod vigorously.
