Page 183 of Indulge
I drag a hand down my face. “You’re joking.”
Her eyes snap to mine, deadly serious. “Breathe through it, baby.”
I lean back with a crooked grin. “You did put in the contract that we’ve consented to death. Maybe this is how I go.”
She laughs. “Isn’t that every guy’s dream? To die with pussy on his face?”
She slides on the blindfold and spreads her legs—crotchless lace and wicked intent.
I groan, pressing down on my cock. “Jesus, precious.”
“Let the games begin.”
I glance at Reggie. His jaw is tight, knuckles white on the chair arms, eyes locked on his prey.
“You wanna go?” I mouth.
He stands quietly, shrugging off his jacket.
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REGGIE
Song- Taste of the Divine, Shaker, Azee, COBRA
The air hums. The blindfold’s on, and the rules have teeth now. No words, no mercy, only touch.
She tilts her chin, listening for me. Waiting.
I move behind her first, letting my breath ghost her shoulder.
Her skin prickles. My hands find her thighs, spreading her open slowly, forcing her to feel every second of it.
My fingers trace up her inner thigh, avoiding where she wants me most.
She squirms, and the small movement drags a sound from my throat I can’t swallow.
Leaning in close, I let my lips hover near her neck, not touching, just enough to tease her.
Her breath shudders out, and that’s my cue.
One finger. Then two.
Slow. Deep. Making sure she’s full as I add the third.
I curl them, finding her rhythm and matching it.
Her hand flies to the armrest, gripping leather like it’s the only thing anchoring her.
Her body talks louder than words ever could, arching, clenching, begging.
I don’t need toys or assistants. I read her better than she knows herself.
What she craves desperately but will never admit. To lose all control.
Her thighs tremble when I slide my other hand to her chest, fingers closing over lace.
She jerks, her mouth opening as I squeeze her throat.
