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“I’m still not having sex with you,” she said, glaring at him through narrowed eyelids. “Until you eat your soup.”
She grinned, and his entire world brightened.
“And go rinse that soap off,” she added. “You’re all sticky.”
“Yes, my lady.”
After claiming a lengthy kiss from her pliant lips, he returned to the bathroom to rinse off. He even turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He vowed to be on his best behavior until his soup was gone, and then they were going to dig into the contents of the big black box still sitting on his dresser. When he returned to the bedroom, he discovered that Roux was of the same mind. She was already wearing the black crotchless, braless leotard and was slipping her shapely leg into a leather boot. His dick decided his thighs were a bit overwarm and lifted the front of his towel.
“The faster you eat your soup, the faster I can begin your punishment,” she said, not bothering to look at him as she reached for her second boot. “That is, if you think you’re up for it.”
“Oh, I’m up,” he said. He hurried to the covered dish on the table in the corner. He lifted the lid and tilted the bowl to his mouth, downing the entire contents in several deep gulps.
“I guess you’re feeling better,” Roux said, an amused smile twisting her lush lips.
“I am now that you’re wearing that.”
“Not sure what to do now that I have it on.”
She rose to her feet and planted a fist on either hip, staring down at her body as if it belonged to someone else. Her tits looked fantastic, her waist appeared exceptionally tiny in the clinging black leotard, her clean-shaven pussy was exposed just enough to tease, and the few inches of her thighs that showed above those boots made him incapable of speech. He stared with mouth-watering anticipation.
“You’re not much help,” she said with a disarming grin.
His heart skipped a beat, probably because it was overstrained from pumping all the blood in his body into his painfully engorged cock.
God, he was in love with her. He prayed the feeling lasted forever.
“Have you been naughty?” she asked.
“No more than usual,” he said, surprised he’d strung a coherent sentence together.
She approached him, and his legs trembled as if he’d just done ten thousand squats at the gym. An aftereffect of his binge drinking? Or did this woman make him weak in the knees?
“A simple yes will suffice,” she said, her normally soft voice laced with an iciness that made him shiver.
“Yes.”
She took his hand and tugged him toward the bed. “Come with me.”
“I love to come with you.”
“Not tonight. You’re being punished.” She fastened a restraint around his wrist and pushed him to sit on the bed.
“I have the feeling that you’re a particularly vicious mistress.”
She smiled an evil little grin. Lord, what it did to him.
“You have no idea. Your safety phrase is I’m coming.”
“That’s not a very good one. I’ll probably say it when I don’t want you to stop, not when I do want you to.”
She didn’t respond, just fastened a restraint around his other wrist. He scrutinized the headboard and found it was one of those fake padded things designers anchored to walls. Damn. Hotel rooms should be required to have headboards with sturdy rails. He’d request such from Butch for the remaining stops of the tour. Luckily for him, his woman was as smart as she was talented and beautiful. She took a flat sheet from the pile the cleaning crew had left behind—presumably in case he had another vomiting incident or two in the night—and slid one diagonally under the mattress at the head of the bed and the second under the mattress at the foot. This gave her four sheet corners to tie him down spread-eagle. He probably could have ripped himself free if he tried hard enough, but he had no plans to struggle.
She tossed aside the towel that was crumpled around his hips, leaving him naked and ready for whatever she had in store for him. He was sort of surprised that she hadn’t tied him facedown so that she could paddle his ass. It could use a good paddling. He hoped she didn’t get too rough with his more vulnerable front side, though he was already seeping precum at the thought of her hurting him.
“Remember your safety phrase,” she said.
“I’m coming.”
She nodded and climbed onto the bed between his open thighs. “Thank you for spoiling me with all those gifts while we were apart,” she said, looking so sweet—even in her devilish attire—that it made his teeth and his heart ache. “It helped me realize that you were thinking of me as much as I was thinking of you. I’ve been trying to come up with a way to repay you.”
“You already have.”
She shook her head slightly and then lowered her face. When her first soft kiss pressed against his inner thigh, he jerked, pulling against his restraints. They held easily, and he wondered if he actually could get away if he needed to. He was in an awfully vulnerable position and . . . Dear God, what was she doing with her tongue?
She kissed and sucked and licked the insides of his upper thighs until he thought he’d die from unfulfilled desire. His hips thrust gently in an instinctual rhythm as his cock was given none of the attention it deserved. If this was her idea of repaying him . . . Her mouth moved to his balls. He groaned, head pressing back against the mattress, every muscle in his body tight. Her tongue was gentle as she sucked and licked every inch of his sac. His toes curled, and his hands fisted around the sheet attached to his wrist cuffs.
“Dear God,” he moaned.
She nibbled his taint, and if he hadn’t been restrained, he would have launched off the bed and through the ceiling. When her hand circled his shaft, a violent shudder ripped through his entire body. She didn’t stroke his length the way he craved, just held her hand around the base of his cock while she continued to pleasure his balls. She was getting precariously close to his asshole with that tongue of hers. God, how it made him twitch.
“Wha-what are y-you . . . What are you doing to me?” he asked, his breath hitching.
“Punishing you for being so, so good to me,” she said.
“I promise I’ll never do it again.”
“You don’t like this?”
The uncertainty in her tone tore at him. “Of course I do,” he said. “It’s the best torture I’ve ever endured.”
She giggled, and her breath tickled against his wet balls. Oh fuck, he couldn’t take much more.
“Suck my dick now. Please.”
She lifted onto her elbows, and her lovely face came into view. Unfortunately, she was scowling. “Did you just tell me to suck your dick?”
“I said please!”
“Not yet.”
She resumed torturing him with more pleasure than he could stand. He thrust his hips, trying to get that hand circling the base of his cock to brush the head. Just a little, and he could endure more of those maddeningly soft kisses and licks of hers, but no. Her hand followed the movement of his hips and didn’t slide up his length even a centimeter.
“Please, Roux. Please. I can’t take— I can’t take it anymore.”
“You will. Because I’m giving you more.”
More?
Her tongue swirled over his asshole, and his mouth dropped open. He went completely still. It wasn’t his first rim job, but by God, in his current overexcited state, it was by far the best. She retreated quickly.
“I hope th
at was okay,” she said. “I’ve never had the courage to try it before.”
“A-OK,” he said, more than willing to be her test subject in anything she wanted to try. “Have you ever tried . . . sucking my dick?”
She laughed. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
“Not yet.”
Fuck! What else could she possibly do to him that— His breath caught as she stuck her finger in her mouth.
“I heard that you can make a guy come by massaging his prostate. Is it true?”
“I’m guessing you’re about to find out.”
She grinned. “Is it okay?”
“You have me tied down. You can pretty much do whatever you want to me.”
“But I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to.”
“Yet you won’t do the thing I really want you to.”
“Suck your dick?”
He nodded eagerly.
“Not yet.”
Damn! “You’re an evil, torturing brat.”
And then her finger was in his ass.
“What am I feeling for?”
“Deeper.” He shuddered when she complied. “Forward. Toward the front.” She followed his instructions, and blinding pleasure shot straight up his dick. “Holy fuck!”
“Found it.” She had the gall to suck his balls while she rubbed his prostate until he had no choice but to come.
“I’m coming,” he groaned.
Her lips released the nut she was kissing, and she said, “Finally,” before she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
She’d been waiting for the safety phrase? He’d have yelled it twenty minutes ago if . . . Oh fuck, he really was coming. She fingered his ass perfectly as she swallowed his load down her throat, wringing out every ounce of release his body had to give. When he went still, completely spent and unable to move, she climbed up to straddle his hips and pressed his still-hard cock inside her. He forced his eyes to stay open as she leaned back, giving him a perfect view of her cock-filled pussy as she rubbed her clit, bringing herself to orgasm. She rode him as she came, still stroking her clit and straining for more stimulation as her inner walls tightened around him in hard spasms.
