He brings his finger to his mouth. “Shhh.” Pulling on the straps until the belt tightens around my mouth, I look up at him as he anchors it.
Fuck. Now I have his leather belt strapped around my head and being used as a gag.
He slides back between my legs and this time skips my inner thighs and presses the front of his tongue against my pussy.
My back arches off the bed as sweat trickles down my scalp. His hand comes to my breast and he flicks it hard at the same time that his tongue assaults my clit. Ruthless. I squeeze as my core clutches and everything south attempts to pull my soul from me. He squeezes my nipple again and all at once I release and my muscles twitch as I shake my orgasm out of myself. I’m barely coming down when he throws my leg over his shoulder and leans up on his elbow.
“Watch, baby. Look at what I do to you.” His finger dips inside of me and he brings it to his mouth, sucking me off. “I need to have this every day.” Then he disappears back between my thighs and I struggle to keep the phone up, recording him as his tongue touches my clit again. I scream, even though it comes out as a muffled roar due to the belt. Two orgasms later, and my body is dripping in sweat, my muscles aching from fatigue. Finally, he raises his head and I whimper, tears prickling the edges of my eyes.
He licks his lips, his smirk or any humor gone as his eyes peer into mine. Reaching forward, he takes the phone from me and stops the recording, tossing it onto the floor.
I remain locked on him, watching every move. Confused, I lean up on my elbows as he comes closer. Grasping around my thighs, he yanks me forward until they’re dangling off the bed. Resting his fists on either side of my head, he searches my eyes. “You gonna be honest with me now, Little Dragon?”
He reaches for the buckle and unlatches it. Pain stings around my mouth once it’s released, the chaffing rubbing into my skin. I probably have Joker lines.
“What?” I’m so tired, I can barely move my mouth.
He remains focused, crawling up my body. He dips down and sucks on my neck. I open my legs wide for him as he sinks inside of me.
I whimper, instantly my body latches itself around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses once he’s gone as deep as he can. He leans up as his hand wraps around my throat. He slowly pulls out, before diving back inside, keeping the pace slow and thick, being sure to hit the perfect spot with every thrust.
“Look at me, Saskia,” he whispers, this time with a small bite in his tone.
I do, slowly.
“Do you remember me?” he groans, his fingers flexing around my throat.
“What?” I ask, confused. That confusion is slowly drowning my pleasure, but it’s making it hard when he’s making everything feel so good.
“Do you remember me?” He exhales. “Fuck. Don’t lie to me. Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do with you.” He grinds against me, rubbing his pelvic bone over my clit.
“Killian.” I reach up for his face. “The first day I met you was the first day I met you.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. Pausing, he stops and pulls out, standing back to his feet and reaching for his jeans. He pulls them up but leaves them unbuckled, reaching for his pack of smokes in his back pocket.
He puts one in his mouth and pulls out my Zippo from his back pocket. I inwardly scold him for once again stealing my Zippo.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my body struggling to move up from my position. Finally, I have enough energy to reach for the covers and wrap them around my body. White silk sticking to my sweaty flesh, with my hair in a bird’s nest around my face.
He blows out a cloud of smoke, his eyes on mine. I couldn’t help but drop my gaze to the thick bulge in his pants that are still not fucking buttoned.
“I’ll fuck you soon, but first…” He puffs on his smoke, tugging on his hair. “Fuck it. I can’t wait. This can’t wait.”
“What can’t?” My body aches as I whimper and move to the edge of the bed, reaching for his pack of cigarettes on the bed and putting one in my mouth.
“Fuck!” he whispers, and then drops down to the ground opposite me, dragging his feet up to rest his elbows on the top of his knees.
“You’re worrying me…” I stand, tucking the sheet into the front of my breasts and making my way across the small room. I flick the light on in the closet and reach for the bottle of tequila.