Page 61 of Forever Finds Us
“May I gag you? Blindfold you?”
“Um,” squeaked out of my mouth, and his eyes lifted from my breasts.
“Does that make you nervous?”
“A little, but I’m willin’ to try with you.”
“And,” he murmured, “clamps?”
“Clamps? Like nipple clamps?”
“Yes, and they make them for other parts of your body.”
“We’ll see about those,” I said, doubtfully. He could bite my nipples and pinch them all day long if he wanted to, but metal clamps? And on other body parts?
“Fair enough,” he said. He leaned down and licked my nipple again slowly. “Paddles? Crops and whips?”
I moaned. I couldn’t help it. Had he been doing research? Or maybe he hadn’t been truthful when he said he’d never done anything like this before. The dominance in his eyes and the sound of his voice told me he knew exactly what he wanted.
Brand smiled deviously, and his breath washed over my skin when he said, “God, look what you do to me.” He closed his mouth over my nipple and clamped his teeth around it, then grabbed my hand and led it to his dick. When I gripped it though his jeans, he was as hard as stone. “You’ve wrecked me again. Do you think it should go unpunished?”
He bit down hard, his teeth digging in around the tight bud, and I moaned wantonly and so loudly that I thought I’d probably scared the birds in the trees.
“No, sir,” I breathed. My head tipped back against the headrest as he pushed my thong’s thin strip of fabric out of his way and slipped a finger inside me. It glided in easily, and I tilted my hips to give him better access. “Punish me.”
His mouth came down over mine so hard, my head snapped back against the seat. My legs fell fully open and my arms dropped to my sides like overcooked spaghetti noodles as he added another finger and kissed me.
Pumping slowly, his other hand snaked behind my head. He gripped my hair in his palm, not letting me move. I rode his hand as best as I could in the seat, my hips rolling against his wrist, and my hands lifted to clutch the collar of his shirt.
“When you’re with me, you’re on my time. This is how I want you.” His fingers inside me massaged and pumped possessively, and his thumb came down over my clit. His whole hand owned me. “Tell me yes.”
“Yes.”
“I want you wet and ready for me to fuck you whenever I want. However I want.”
“Oh God.”
“Do you want to come, Roxanne?”
“Yes, sir, please.”
He said nothing more, and my eyes popped open when he stole his body away from mine. After he sucked the fingers that had just been inside me, he put his truck in Reverse and backed onto the dirt lane, adjusting himself beneath his jeans as he drove.
He didn’t look at me again until we parked in front of Bax’s and Bea’s yellow house. “I should make you suck my cock for teasin’ me.”
The scene played clearly in my mind: Brand sitting on my couch in my living room, his jeans and boxers pulled down to his thighs, and me on my knees between his legs, my wrists secured together behind my back and my head bobbing above his lap. His strong hands would hold me down, make me take him deeper. His cock in my mouth would choke me, and I’d suck his cum down my throat like a vanilla milkshake from the Dairy Dream when I made him come.
I moaned and pressed my thighs together, trying silently to convince myself not to do it right here in his truck in front of his brother’s house.
“That’s your punishment, Roxanne,” he said, turning and finding satisfaction in the desperate need splashed across my face. “You will imagine givin’ me head all night, and later, I won’t let you come until you’ve sucked me dry. Now, get out of the truck and go say hi to my baby sister.”
I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I’d jump him, so I couldn’t see his smile, but I heard it in the sound of his voice.
“Yes, sir.”
“Roxi?” Brand’s niece, Athena, greeted me when we walked into her house, and the one-two-threes started up again. “What’re you doin’ here?”
Abey’s head appeared around the corner of the wall dividing Bax’s kitchen and living room. “Rox? Is there an emergency? My radio hasn’t gone off.”
