Page 97 of What Hurts Us

“Why don’t you undress me?”

“I’ll be back in a minute.” I nudged her toward the bed. “Go on.”

I jogged downstairs and rummaged through the house, grabbing the necessities. When I scaled the steps and pushed the door open, every ounce of blood rushed out of my head.

Layla was spread out on the bed, two fingers circling her clit while her other hand worked her breast. She was silent. Lips parted, eyes closed, back arched. She was an angel, soaring toward heaven.

“Stop,” I barked.

Her hands froze, and a slow smile crept across her mouth.

“Arms up. Spread your legs for me.”

Eyes, dark with lust, tracked me as I strode across the room. Sight was the first thing I was going to steal from her. I set my supplies down, except for the sleep mask I spun around my finger.

“You know what I love most about fucking you?” I asked as I slipped my hand behind her head, lifting it and sliding the mask over her eyes.

She squeezed her thighs together. “What?”

“When you go absolutely silent.” I grabbed her left wrist and looped one end of a necktie around it, then tied it to the corner of the headboard. “When I know you’re feeling so much that you don’t want to miss a thing by making a sound.” I repeated the process with her other wrist.

Her breath was coming in short pants. I wrapped my hand around the inside of her thigh and squeezed. “Legs open.”

Layla whimpered, tugging at the restraints binding her wrists.

“The sooner you’re a good girl and do what you’re told, the sooner you’ll get what you want, honey.” Layla’s knees tipped open, and my mouth went dry. Her pussy was glistening and swollen, dark pink with need and arousal. “Wider,” I growled.

“Cal,” she whispered as she slid her ankles to the edges of the bed.

I skated my hand up and down her leg, gently soothing her. “That’s my good girl.” I wrapped one end of a belt around her ankle, buckling it and wedging the tail of the belt between the mattress and box spring. She could easily kick it out, but I wanted her to feel the bite of the hard edge of leather pressing into her skin. “Are you good, honey?” I asked in a low murmur as I attended to the other ankle.

Layla nodded. She was strapped down and spread for me. Fucking stunning in every way. I wanted to ravage her. I wanted to kiss every bit of exposed skin. I wanted to tease her within an inch of her sanity, then push her into freefall with orgasm after orgasm.

“One more thing,” I said as I picked up the chunky headphones and put them in her restrained hands. “Feel it?”

Her fingers worked over the hard plastic and foam. “Noise-canceling headphones?”

“The ones I use at the range.” I brushed her hair aside and kissed her lips. “I don’t want you thinking about anything except what I make you feel. Give me a nod if you’re okay. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”

“I love you,” she whispered with reverence. “I trust you.”

I didn’t wait for anything more. I slipped the headphones over her ears and left her with a parting kiss. Circling the bed as I undressed, I studied her. She was calm. Aroused. Completely vulnerable, yet so strong.

The first touch was my fingertip grazing the back of her knee. She jumped slightly at the unexpected contact, then smiled as I teased the sensitive skin.

I walked to the other side of the bed and kissed the inside of her wrist. Her fingers twitched in response. I found two of her bobby pins on the bedside table; parting one, I opened it around her nipple, then let it spring shut.

Layla gasped, writhing as she tried to squeeze her legs shut for a modicum of relief. I tapped her chin, and she nodded.Good.

I laved the other nipple with the flat of my tongue, warming it before teasing it to a point with a cool breath. I snapped the other hairpin around the bud and studied my handiwork. Layla keened, the wetness between her legs growing into a damp spot on the sheet. I flicked the ends of the bobby pins in unison, twisting and teasing the swollen peaks.

Her mouth opened and closed with unintelligible gasps and half-coherent pleas. I flicked her nipples with my tongue, alternating between left and right as I warmed and cooled them with my breath. In a quick motion, I grabbed the ends of the hairpins and yanked them off.

A cry of relief melted into chants for more.

I hadn’t given myself the pleasure of devouring her nearly enough. I was addicted after the first time I spread her legs and tasted her. I couldn’t think straight until the next time when I climbed into the shower with her, knelt, and tossed her leg over my shoulder. She was sweeter than candy, dripping in sugar and slick with nectar.

I climbed from the foot of the bed and prowled between her spread legs. She could sense me coming, feeling the dip in the mattress and the slow bounce from my limbs as I eased between her thighs. I started at the crease of her thigh, tracing a long line with my tongue. Moving closer to her center, I teased the side of her pussy, nipping at the soft clouds of swollen arousal with my teeth. Her hips swung violently, seeking out penetration.Not yet, honey.I grabbed her hips and slammed them down onto the mattress as I latched onto her pulsing clit. I sucked on the bud, offering deep pulls between flicks of my tongue. She shouted something in Farsi that faded into guttural moans of satisfaction. I circled her entrance with the tip of my finger, teasing her but never giving her enough to latch on to.

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