Page 96 of Watch Me Burn
The zip ties that I now love.
He tightens them around my wrists, binding my hands together at the small of my back. The position forces my chest forward, my breasts straining against the silk.
“Like this?” His voice is darker now, more like the man I know.
My heart pounds. “Yes. Just like this.”
His hand slides up my back, fisting in my hair, and pulling my head back. “And if I decide to bend you over that table and fuck you right now—ready or not—what then?”
“Do it.”
I push back against him, his hard cock pressing into the small of my back.
There’s a moment of stillness, then he pushes me forward until my hips meet the edge of the table. He spins me around and lifts me onto it, pushing me onto my back.
I gasp, my bound arms trapped beneath me, forcing my chest to arch upward as I try to adjust my position. The hard, unyielding table offers little comfort, and that’s part of the thrill.
“Spread your legs.” His voice drops to that dark, commanding pitch that raises goosebumps on my skin. He slides out of his jacket, the leather hitting the tile with a soft thud. “I need to taste you first.”
My thighs fall open for him. No hesitation. The cool draft of night air grazes my center.
He kneels beside the table, pulling me toward him until my ass is at the edge. He pushes the silk up, exposing my bare sex to his gaze.
“Eighteen days.” His hands grip my inner thighs, spreading them wider. “Eighteen fucking days without this.”
Then his mask presses against my mound—cold metal shocking against warm flesh—and he buries his tongue inside me. The first flick sends a lightning bolt up my spine. I gasp, arching my back until everything but my shoulders lift off the wood.
“God. I’ve missed your mouth.”
His hands clamp onto my hips, holding me still as his mouth and tongue move in perfect rhythm, long glides over my entrance, and sharp flicks around my clit until my knees tremble and my vision blurs. His mouth works me with the expertise of a man who knows exactly what drives me wild.
“So sweet.” The vibration of his words sends fresh waves of pleasure through me. “I’ll never live another day without you.”
“Please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for. Just that I need more.
He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes gleaming behind the mask. “Come for me, Luna. Now.”
His mouth returns to me with renewed intensity, his tongue relentless as one finger slides inside me, curving to find that devastating spot. Everything contracts to the sensation of his mouth, his finger, and the building pressure at my core that threatens to shatter me.
The orgasm rips through me, tearing a cry from my throat as my back arches off the table again. Pleasure detonates in waves, each one crashing harder than the last. My thighs clamp around his head. He growls, the vibration sending ripplesof sensation through my core, as his tongue keeps working—licking, sucking, devouring—until my voice breaks on a plea.
“Please. Please, I can’t—”
He pulls back then, his breathing harsh in the darkness. The back of his hand drags across his mouth in one rough swipe before his fingers adjust the mask’s edge. His lips shine wet, and the sight of my release coating his mouth makes heat coil tight in my belly again, impossible and insistent.
My ribs expand and contract, lungs dragging in air that doesn’t seem like enough. He reaches for the silk covering me and tears it open, the fabric giving way with a sharp rip. Before I can process the sound, his hands clamp onto my hips. He spins me onto my stomach, pressing on my back until my upper body is flat against the wood, the surface cold against my overheated skin, making me gasp.
“Yes.” The words fall from my lips like a prayer.
The metallic rasp of his zipper cuts through the silence. Then his palms slide down the backs of my thighs, rough and hot, and his fingers hook around my knees. He wrenches my legs apart, the motion pulling a gasp from my throat.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this. I want you. Please.”
A single finger drags through my folds, parting slick flesh. My hips lift, chasing the contact.
“Always so wet for me.” Satisfaction purrs in his voice.
