She kisses the ridges of my thighs, slowly sliding down my lounge pants. “Making you forget. Making you feel better.”
God, it feels like it’s been ages since she last touched me there, yet the second her lips touch my skin, I remember all the reasons I wanted to keep her.
I was never this greedy, this overtaken by lust until I found her under that piano and took her with me.
I still feel guilty for that, and now she’s down on her knees between my legs, kissing my pain away.
Fuck.
Nothing could excite me more than this.
But it’s wrong, and she knows it. “You don’t have to do this.”
She pulls down the linen even farther until my hard cock is released and springs alive right up in her face. “But I want to.”
When her lips wrap around my length, I lose all the words I had in my mind.
All that’s left is the virulent lust thundering through my veins, reminding me of just how much I’m willing to sacrifice to feel this once again.
This. This is the reason I fought so hard. Why I couldn’t do what my owner wanted me to.
Because this girl … this girl has mesmerized me to the point of losing myself.
And I’d happily die for her.
She brings her lip farther and farther down my shaft, and I groan with delight at the feel of her soft lips and wet tongue rolling around and around. It feels too good to be true, and it probably is, but if this is a dream spun by my feverish head, it’s the best dream I’ve ever had. If I die, this is how I want it to happen; in full-blown ecstasy.
I never imagined being bound and getting my cock licked could ever be this … sexy.
I lick my lips from the growing arousal building in my body as she works my dick, licking and sucking like her life depends on it. And I wish now more than ever that I was freed from these chains just so I could touch her face, feel those lips, push that head farther into my groin and come deep inside her.
I groan out loud from the sheer pleasure she’s giving me, wondering what I did to deserve this. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Deeper. Faster. Suck harder.”
She does exactly what I demand from her, as though nothing makes her happier than pleasuring me, and the idea alone almost makes me want to jet out my cum right then and there.
She looks up at me with deep, dark eyes filled with such lust that I wonder if she missed me as much as I missed her.
“I …” My words are interrupted by a groan from deep within as she buries her face into my groin, struggling to keep the tears at bay.
I can’t finish my sentence. I won’t.
Because I refuse to put this on her, to make her feel guilty for running, to make her feel like she should’ve stayed by my side.
But my God, when she sucks me like that, it makes me want to break free and show her just how much I wished she could’ve been mine.
“I want you,” I mutter, delirious from how good she’s licking me. “So badly.” The chains that hold me strain against my skin as I push my broken body to its limit.
She leans back, taking my cock out of her mouth while gazing into my eyes. “Then take me. Make me yours.” She pouts her lips. “Please.”
Good God. Her voice. Those words.
Make me yours. Please.
A flurry of rage overcomes me, and I roar out loud as I pull as hard as I can with my left arm, pushing through the pain as it almost breaks my arm.
CLINK!
The screws break loose from the wall on one side, releasing my arm. And even though the metal is still attached to my wrist, my focus is solely on her.