Page 44 of Savage in the Streets
Bailey. My Bailey.
She’s a dark angel, wearing black leather and a salacious grin, dangling a pair of handcuffs from her gloved hand.
I swallow hard, unable to even get a word out.
“Thank you for leaving me breakfast, but I’m hungry for something else,” she purrs, closing the distance between us.
Before I can react, she takes one of my hands into hers and pulls it to my back. Then she takes the other, bringing them together before snapping the handcuffs over my wrists, securing me to the chair.
Good God, whatever you fucking do, don’t fucking come.
She sits on my desk, bringing a hand up to cup my cheek.
“I don’t appreciate being left alone.”
I nod. Dazed. Completely beholden to my Savage Queen.
Her other hand roves the valley between her breasts, teasing me, making me want her with a desperation that can only be described as primal.
She reaches down to undo the button of my pants, never taking her gaze from mine, even when she reaches inside to free my rigid cock.
Fuck, those emerald greens melt me.
The feeling of her soft leather grip wrapped around my member makes me whimper.
She chuckles at how pathetic I look, pleased with herself.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Ash, but you have to ask. And you have to say please.”
Oh, god—why is she making me do this?
The unholy things I want to do to this woman could last a lifetime. I want to be inside every part of her, hearing her cry out as I plunge into her tight heat.
Fuck…
She’d deny me nothing, but at this moment, my brain has turned to jelly. I can’t find my words.
Her gloved hand works its way up and down my shaft, and I half worry I’m going to lose control.
“Come on, Ash—tell me what you want,” she whispers.
When all I can do is pant my reply, she leans toward me, sealing her lips to mine and sucking my tongue expertly into her mouth.
This woman is as exceptional as she is savage. I feel like a damn amateur in her court. It must have been a struggle for her not to break out in hysterical laughter last night at my attempts at seduction.
Though I know with certainty that she enjoyed herself.
Her hand slows, and my body responds with a helpless shudder, desperate for friction.
“Tell me how badly you want my pretty little mouth wrapped around your big cock,” she whispers into my ear.
It takes an enormous amount of mental gymnastics for me to stop myself from coming on the spot.
“Say it,” she snaps.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I grind out.
“There. Was that so hard?”
