I opened the box and pulled out a spreader bar.
Skyla swallowed hard. Her voice shook slightly when she saw it. “You won’t keep me in this too long, right?”
I didn’t like the way she asked but didn’t delve into it. Not now. Later, I would.
“No,” I promised. “Only long enough to bring you pleasure.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
I approached the bed, picking up her left ankle first and securing it with a cuff, followed by the right.
Stepping back a couple of paces, I pushed against my dick, tingling all over when she lay back against the mattress and her feet planted against the sheets, leaving her vulnerable and exposed, unable to close her legs.
Fuck me, that was a beautiful sight.
“You doing okay?”
“Yes.”
Good. “You need a safe word. What’s it gonna be, honey?”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“Pick something. Anything,” I encouraged.
“Harry Potter,” she blurted.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Seriously?”
“It just popped into my head.”
“Fine. You say, Harry Potter, I stop and move away. Take that seriously because if you’re not sure and use the safe word, it could delay pleasure. But also, don’t hesitate to use it if you feel unsafe or scared.”
“Okay. I understand.”
Dropping to my knees, I settled in front of her, noticing the wet spot over her slit, soaking the white material of her panties. “You thinkin’ about me fucking you? Because you’re all wet, Skyla.”
She squirmed as I reached through the bar and ripped away the cloth, exposing her pussy for the first time.
Completely bare. Soft, pink lips. Arousal glistening.
Fuck. I needed to slow this down, or I’d take her hard and fast, and it would be over too quickly.
It had been far too long since I ate pussy, and I couldn’t resist going in for a taste.
Every woman had a unique musk. Some seemed almost sweeter than others, and that was Skyla.
She smelled clean and something else I instantly wanted to devour—ripe, like a peach, perfectly bloomed under the sun. My tongue flicked out, swiping up the length of her slit.
Holy. Fuck.
My Reaper nearly burst to the surface, immediately taking notice.Mine.
Not so fast. This was just sex.
Sardonic laughter burst inside my head. He was amused, slightly retreating, allowing my control. For now.
A slightly salty, warm, intoxicating elixir I could gorge on to the point of overindulgence exploded across my tastebuds. I needed more of it, sliding a finger inside Skyla’s tight channel, curling upward as she gasped.