Page 18 of Stand Your Ground
Still, maybe I could help him out a bit.
Without warning, I pulled back, carefully removing my heel from where it was balanced on the back of the chair. I took a step away from Carter and beamed at the sight it left me with.
Fuck, it was sexy, the way he was bound in my chair, shirt open, hair mussed, cock dripping. Every breath rocked his chest, and the rhythm of it combined with the trip hop playing set my blood buzzing.
I loved to see him at my mercy.
I loved to know he was desperate to please me.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
It wasn’t an easy feat. I watched him struggle a bit to stand and get his bound arms up and over the back of the chair at the same time. Combined with his pants and briefs restricting his legs, it wasn’t exactly graceful.
But he managed, and once he was standing, it was an even more gorgeous sight. His cock was heavy between his legs, jutting out over his pants, the tip of it slick and inviting.
I wanted to taste him.
The thought surprised me. This wasCarterwe were talking about. This was the kid who’d been tossing shameless lines at me since the day we met — all performative swagger, no follow-through. I’d always seen him as more of a harmless flirt, someone I dismissed with a sarcastic quip and an arched brow. I’d brushed him off with a smirk and a roll of my eyes, playing the part of unimpressed more times than I could count.
But right now, he was following my direction.
He was obeying.
And it turned me on.
“Sit,” I said, nodding to the plush rug in front of my fireplace.
This maneuver was more graceful, Carter somehow making it look easy when he sat without the use of his hands. I wordlessly bent to untie his wrists, then ordered him to lay back. Once he did, I bound him again — this time, his hands above his head.
“The same rules apply, Rook,” I said. “No touching. Mouth only. Your hands stay here. Understand?”
He nodded.
I stood, stripping out of my panties and garters.
And then I straddled his face backward so I could have a view of that beautiful cock.
Carter groaned at the first taste of my pussy in this position, and because I knew it’d be tempting for him, I rested my shinsover the top of his biceps and hooked my heels over his forearms to keep his hands in place above his head.
Then, slowly, I began to ride.
“Follow my lead,” I told him. “Can you figure out what I want without me having to ask?”
His need to do well wafted off him like smoke, each stroke of his tongue purposeful and seeking. I rolled my clit against that tongue when he extended it, moaning at the friction, and then I stilled, seeing if Carter would catch the hint.
And like a good boy, he repeated the motion, tongue flat and lapping at my clit as he hummed deep in this throat. The sound was delicious, and the only regret I had from sitting backward was that I couldn’t watch his eyes as he tasted me.
But I had a view of his hard cock, now so erect it didn’t even rest against his stomach like it did in the chair. I was tempted to reach for him and give him one pump just to fuck with him, but I resisted.
Tonight was about him learning to make me come.
He’d be lucky if I let him do the same.
Pushing up onto my knees, I toyed with my breasts, riding Carter’s face as I continued to coach him through it.
“Softer, slow it down.”
“Now pick it up.”
