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“Bring your knees up.”
She does, opening her legs, and I step between them. I lean over and grip the sides of her throat. Her breath catches as I slide three fingers back into her.
“Another one.”
Her cheeks flush as I keep pumping my hand. Her back arches off the bed and her juices smother my palm. It doesn’t take long to have her balancing on the edge again.
“Look at me.”
Her hooded green eyes meet mine.
“Look at the man who owns you as you come.”
She opens her mouth, and I add the fourth finger to stop her speaking.
“Oh my god.” She lets out a muffled cry.
Her pulse hammers against my grip, so I squeeze it tighter.
Before she can finish on my fingers, I drop down and hook her legs over my shoulders, tugging her body towards my face. I don’t waste any time and start fucking her with my tongue, rubbing her clit with my fingers at the same time. Letting her completely soak my beard.
She erupts around me and I take everything from her, her hips bucking, her legs shaking next to my face.
“Frankie!” she cries out; it only spurs me on more. I hold her thighs down and keep thrusting with my tongue.
“I-I can’t,” she sobs.
Reluctantly, I inch my face back away from her.
“Yes, you can,” I say and lightly slap her pussy, making her scream.
I feast on her like my life depends on it, sucking, licking and biting. Her legs start to close around my head and I push them apart again.
I’m desperate for my own release. I want to sink inside of her and fuck her until she can’t see.
As soon as she is close again, I drive a finger back into her ass. She squeezes her eyes shut.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous.”
I want to witness her fall apart. Over and over again.
She sits herself up on her forearms and does as I say, her green eyes glistening. With a suck on her clit, her gaze pinned on me, she lets loose. Her plump lips open and she screams my name. It is a fucking sight to behold.
She flops herself back onto the bed as I stand. We are far from done here. She watches me as I slide my belt from my pants, tossing it onto the bed.
“Pick a number.”
“One,” she replies, biting down on her lip.
I lean over her and tilt her chin up.
“Wrong answer.” I shake my head.
I pull open the drawer, taking out a set of cuffs connected to metal chains and clip them onto the hoops on the headboard.
She doesn’t move a muscle as I position her in the center of the bed and buckle her wrists into the leather.
Yes, I want to punish her for running from me. It’s more than that. I want to show her how fucking freeing it can be, letting me take control. For once in her life, she can stop that brain from overthinking everything.
