How could she be so enticing? She felt like a trap made just for him, like every desire he’d had, even those he couldn’t have ever vocalized, all wrapped into one sensual little body.
No reason to drag things out, I guess.
He leaned in and traced her drenched folds with his tongue, enjoying the way she twitched beneath his touch, the way she shifted but couldn’t escape.
After teasing her for a moment, he narrowed his focus. He slid his tongue between the hood of her clit and the nub, then brought his hand up to spread her out, to expose her.
She cried out when he blew a stream of cool air over her, but he wasn’t done. Not even close. He glanced up her body, meeting her hazel eyes, then leaned down to drag his tongue right over her while their eyes were locked.
It was a power trip that nearly did him in, the way she stared, bound and at his mercy, while he tongued her as he wanted to.Fuck.This was what he loved, the way a woman gave in, the way he played them as he wanted to. It wasn’t just sex—it was so much more because of the submission they willingly offered up to him. It was a piece of themselves that was far more precious.
Still, Garrison had to force himself back to the point at hand. He used his tongue against her swollen clit, rough and quick because the point wasn’t to make this last. He wasn’t edging her—she was the sort of good girl who would last as long as she needed to for praise. This was about getting her uncomfortable enough to do what she needed to.
Her first orgasm hit her quick. Her breasts lifted as she arched her back, and he was sorry he was doing this alone. He could only imagine the fun Trent would have with her in that pose.
He didn’t stop—if anything, he went harder, drove her farther. She gasped, a choking sound, as he didn’t give her sensitive clit a moment of rest. He took it between his lips, sucking hard, before sliding two fingers of his free hand into her tight cunt. She was snug and warm and so damned welcoming that it was damn near impossible not to sink into her.
Keep on track.
He sucked hard, and she shattered again. The metal where her cuffs were hooked to the table jingled as she yanked her hands, a desire no doubt to hold on to something, to find some control in the wash of emotions.
He gave her nothing.
Instead, he angled his fingers up, searching for her G-spot, for that place to make her see stars. It was so much easier to find when a woman was already so mindless with lust, when her cunt was swollen and eager.
Sure enough, when he brushed it, her thighs twitched and she jerked her hips.Perfect.Garrison focused there as he raked his teeth over her clit, knowing she was far enough gone that she’d enjoy the roughness all the more.
Her cunt squeezed down, wave after wave, and he stopped being sure when one orgasm ended and another started. He kept her at the edge, at the top of a wave that he never let crash down, that he never let her recover from.
She twisted on the table, wild, like a caught animal. “Please,” she gasped out.
He paused, pulling his lips from her but brushing his thumb over her needy little clit instead, not letting up on the torment. “You know the rules, honey. You want me to stop? You use your safe word. You sayred. Anything else is a suggestion, and I’m not feeling much like taking suggestions.”
She had tears down her pinkened cheeks, looking like an absolutely beautiful mess. Her chest rose and fell in erratic motions, her entire body shaking.
Each time his thumb stroked her clit, she let out a tiny whine, but even still, she seemed unwilling to do as he’d asked.
“I know it’s hard,” he said before blowing another breath over her clit. “It’s a scary thing to risk something that’s backfired before. Am I Tanner, though?”
She shook her head.
“That’s right. Have I hurt you? Have I ever not listened to your limits?” She shook her head again and again, more tears escaping her bright hazel eyes. “Who am I?”
“G-Garrison.” She hiccupped at the name, but even getting that out was impressive. The girl was so far past coherent.
“Yeah, I am. And as soon as you say that safe word, I’ll stop. I’ll wrap you up in a blanket, let you rest. Won’t that be nice?”
Everything in her expression said it would be. She wanted it so badly, written in her features, in the way she stared at him like she could make him stop with that look alone.
And she almost could. If it weren’t a safety thing, if it weren’tsoimportant, he might have given in. Fuck knew that he would have rather stroked himself off to the sight of her, that he’d rather give her exactly what she wanted, but that was what he was trying to teach her.
Being a Dom wasn’t just about what he wanted, what she wanted. It was about what sheneeded, and that was to be able to trust them with her limits.
Which meant, no matter how badly he wished he could give in, that he could be the sweet Dom he wanted to be right then, he’d do what was best for her even if he didn’t much like it.
So he moved his thumb and dove back in, plunging the fingers of his other hand into her, fucking her hard with them as he tormented her clit with his tongue, his lips.
The table groaned when she came again, the short break she’d had enough to make this one worse, as if having a moment to collect herself made everything that much more intense.