Page 39 of Heart Stopping
He gripped the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down as if revealing a present on Christmas morning. Hoping he'd find what he asked Santa for, but hardly daring to believe it would be possible.
Judging by the widening of his eyes, he found exactly what he was wishing for. Neatly trimmed curls and a wet pussy.
He placed my panties aside as if they were a sacred object and parted my knees with his thighs.
"Did I do this?" He ran his thumb down my pussy, from my clit to my entrance. "Are you this wet for me?"
"Yes, sir," I said again.
I barely finished speaking, when he pushed two fingers inside me. "You don't want me to be gentle." He didn't phrase it as a question, but it wasn't an assumption either.
"I can take it however you give it," I said. After a moment I added, "Sir."
He pushed his fingers in deeper, all the way up to the knuckle, then lowered his face and inhaled deeply again.
"You smell better than…" He shook his head, apparently unable to think of a comparison.
"Tacos?" I offered.
He looked up at me and grinned, showing those couple of crooked teeth. "Much better than tacos. Maybe even better than your meatballs."
I bit back a response to that. It was probably better if he didn't know how close he was to the truth.
He didn't seem to notice my internal struggle. His fingers still deep inside me, he tasted me with the tip of his tongue.
"No offense to your cooking, but you taste better." He glanced up at me, then started to lap at me while driving his fingers into me, over and over.
I had no answer for that. Nothing except to arch my back and push myself harder against his mouth. I wanted to touch my nipples, but I was still in my bra and with my hands bound above my head. The torture was sweet.
"Are you close?" he said between licks.
"So close," I panted.
"I want to see you come," he said. "I want to see you come while you're tied to my bed." He groaned at his own words. His cock must have been straining the seams of his pants, threatening to shred them.
"Yes, sir," I said breathlessly. I wanted that too. Not just because it was an orgasm, because this was his fantasy and I wanted it to be what he hoped. Better than he hoped.
He swallowed hard and went on working me with his tongue and fingers, pushing me toward an orgasm that had me crying out his name. Enveloped by a wave of warmth and pleasure. The heady rush of release that darkened my vision and made me see stars.
He went on working me until my flesh was too sensitive and I had to draw back a little.
"That was perfect." He crawled up until we were face-to-face again before pressing his mouth to mine, letting me taste myself on his lips. "You come nicely."
He kissed me again before reaching for the rope and untying it.
"You don't want to…" I started to say.
"Next time," he said. "This time I just wanted you to feel good."
"I did," I said. Except for the return of the guilt at lying to him. I trusted him to tie me up, but what reason have I given him to trust me?
CHAPTER 15
HARLOW
"What's he doing in there?" Erin looked over my shoulder in the direction of my office.
"Ensuring our online security," I said. At least I didn't have to lie to her about that.
