Page 185 of Indulge
It is beautiful.
I guide her gently to her feet, throwing her off with my softer side.
But then I grip the back of her neck and bend her over the chair, forcing her palms flat against the leather, her heartbeat thrumming through every line of her body.
Her breath stutters; the fight leaves her shoulders.
“Reggie…” she exhales, not a question this time, just recognition.
And that’s when I let go of restraint, of reason, of every rule that kept us from this moment.
I drop to my knees, pushing down on her back to keep her ass in the air.
One hand pressing on her clit while I fuck her with my tongue.
I don’t let up, not even when she’s close, dripping all over my face.
And when I smack her ass, she screams. There we are. Pain and pleasure.
I keep that rhythm going. Eating her out as a reward for every crack of my hand on her ass. Over and over.
She screams, and I lick up every drop. Doing everything in my power not to say a word. Even if my dick is aching to be inside her perfect cunt.
The praise is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t.
When it’s over, she’s trembling, hair wild, blindfold still in place.
I step back, breathing hard, every muscle burning with the effort it took not to lose myself completely.
She lifts her head, voice rough but certain.
“I know it’s you,” she whispers.
I don’t answer.
I don’t have to.
Rowan’s already standing, eyes dark, the next move his.
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The silence is deafening.
My pulse thrums in my ears, each heartbeat echoing against the blindfold pressing into my skin.
My body is aching with need. I’m certain that was Reggie. The air has shifted around me.
He’s close. Or maybe he isn’t.
I don’t know anymore.
He lifts me gently onto my shaking legs and guides me back down to sit.
A breath ghosts over my thigh, then something colder, a shock biting into my skin.
Ice.
