The more turned on I get, the slower he goes. My pulse pounds in my ears and I’m pretty sure I’m going to die if he doesn’t make me come. I’m so close, but he’s only giving me just enough to drive me insane. “Branson,” I whisper plaintively. His face is just inches from mine, his eyes heavy with lust as he watches me squirm.
“Shh.” There’s an edge in his voice, something teasing hiding under the dominance. “You want to come? Show me what a good girl you are.”
“Fuck that,” I mutter under my breath, dropping my head back in sheer horny frustration.
“I mean it, Alex. Say one more word and you’ll be gagging on my dick.”
I lift my head, leveling my gaze at Branson and fighting the smile pulling at the edges of my lips.Don’t do it, girl…don’t say it.I could be the good girl and do what he says… but the idea of him forcing me to my knees and whipping it out is such a temptation. A shiver runs up my spine as I clamp my lips together.
Branson gives me a cocky smile. He thinks he’s won. I bite down on my lip, fighting the instinct to get the last word. He strokes my hair and says the one thing I can’t ignore. “Good gir—”
“One more word.”I can’t help it. The words burst out of my lips like an explosive charge, and I might as well have waved a red flag in front of one of Escobar’s coke hippos. Branson’s victorious smirk melts, giving way to a single eyebrow lifted in annoyance. A muscle ticks in his cheek and I’m pretty sure I can hear his teeth grind over the music. Or maybe that’s a growl? Either way, my inner monologue is all over the place.Oh shit, run! Now you’ve done it. Oh, yes, please!
Branson picks me up by my arms and rises to his feet like I’m no heavier than a leaf. My feet hit the floor and, in less time than it would take to say ‘oops’, I’ve gone from being in Branson’s lap to staring up at him as he looms over me.
“On your knees,” he says, gripping my elbow. The roughness of his voice is in stark contrast to the hand carefully steadying me. I lick my lips and grin at him as I sink to the floor. He doesn’t so much as let me wobble, but once I’m safely down, he’s back to his bossy, sexy self.
“You just had to mouth off, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He shakes his head like I’m a misbehaving child and unbuckles his belt, whipping it off and dropping it to the floor. I bat my eyes but say nothing. I’m pretty sure I’ve poked the bear hard enough. For the next few minutes, at least.
Branson shrugs off his suit coat and tosses it on the couch carelessly. He circles me, unbuttoning his cuffs, rolling up his shirt sleeves, and watching me with a stern expression. He comes to a stop behind me and I feel him crouch, his hands checking my wrists in the cuffs. Warm breath fans over my shoulder. “What’s your safe word?” Branson’s voice is softer than before. Tender. The question almost feels like a mini-timeout and I have to admit, I like the check-in. It’s surprisingly sweet.
“Red,” I whisper back.
“Do you want to use it?” His warm hand circles my throat, stroking my skin affectionately.
“God, no.” I tell him with a grin. “I’d like to think Iearnedmy punishment.”
He chuckles ominously, his voice melting back into dark and demanding. “Oh, you did. How’s your gag reflex?” It’s clear from his borderline-mocking tone that it was a rhetorical question.
I bite my lip as I try not to smile. Joke’s on him. I don’t have a gag reflex and blowjobs are something I’m weirdly fond of. I bet good money I can make him lose control, even in handcuffs.
Branson stands in front of me, giving me a look that I can only describe as ‘disapproving teacher’ as he unzips his pants. He untucks his shirt and pushes his pants down just far enough to free the freaking meat sword he’s been smuggling around.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
Even in the dim light of the club, I can appreciate the veiny ridges running along his hard length. The head is dark and smooth, and stretched so tight that it almost looks like it would hurt. But Branson fists the shaft roughly and rumbles, “Show me your tongue.”
I stick out the tiniest tip of my tongue, making Branson roll his eyes and growl. He fists my hair and makes me look into his eyes.“Let me be more clear. Open your mouth as far as you can. Stick out your tongue and say, ‘Ah’ for the doctor.”
I grin, opening wide and blinking up at him, my tongue out. “Ah.”
16
Branson
Imust have done something really good in a past life. Maybe I saved a baby stroller from rolling into traffic. Maybe I invented some kind of lifesaving medicine. Who the fuck knows? But I don’t have any other explanation for the absolute jackpot of finding Alex Kaylock.
She so perfectly pushes my buttons, getting a kick out of making me steam and her timing has me fighting back laughter. It’s like when a puppy is being so fucking annoying and you tell them to stop, and they sit there, wagging at you and smiling the whole time. She’s far too fucking cute.
Alex stares up at me, mouth wide, tongue out. I’ve never seen a woman smirk when confronted with a blowjob. I briefly wonder if I’m in over my head, but inwardly laugh it off.
I tap the tip of my cock against her tongue, squinting at the challenging expression in her eyes. It’s like she’s keeping a secret and can’t wait for me to figure it out. She curls the tip of her tongue, running it along the underside of my length, mischief coloring her expression as my knees threaten to buckle. Pleasure seizes my spine and I have to clench my jaw to keep a straight face.
I shake my head at her insubordination while wrapping the ends of her silky hair around my fist. Pulling her toward me, I feed her my cock. Inch after inch, she locks her eyes on mine, taking me in. Warm heat surrounds me, and it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open.
My cock hits the back of her throat, but instead of gagging or pulling back, Alex stretches her neck and swallows around the head. Black creeps in at the edges of my vision, and I can’t stop myself from uttering a low swear.
She bobs and does it again, a triumphant look in her eyes as that velvety tongue caresses my length. Electricity sizzles through my nerve endings until I’m nothing but a live wire in a human shell. I almost forget I’m supposed to be in charge as she draws me in over and over like I’m a fucking lollipop she can’t get enough of.