“I wish I’d known you earlier, Reagan. None of this would have happened to you.” I barely contain my rage as I remove the third pair of cuffs. She still has one left on her right wrist. The rest of her is free. “You haven’t told me anything about Mason or who Shane really was yet, though.”
“If I tell you, will you uncuff the last wrist?”
She knows I won’t. We’re not there yet. “There’s more trust to be built here first, butterfly.”
“That’s what I thought. Now the clamps.”
Fuck. My cock pulses hard. “You’ll be a good girl and enjoy this as you should?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all I need to hear, darling.” My hands slide up her legs, spreading them wider. I lower my head and let my breath ghost over her inner thigh.
She shivers despite herself. My tongue traces a path from her thigh to her clit. I work her slowly, using everything I’ve learned from her books, every touch that makes her heroines fall apart. Her hips start to move, chasing my mouth.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her new taste. “Take what you need.”
I increase the pressure. Circle her clit. Suck gently. I use my fingers as well. One slides inside her easily. She’s so wet. Two fingers. Curling. Finding that spot that makes her whole body arch.
Her ragged breath goes straight to my balls. “Oh god…”
“That’s right, baby. I’m your god.”
She moans a laugh. “Don’t quote Daddy Furore, asshole.”
“Why, baby girl? It makes you drip like a bitch in heat.”
Another moan. She likes dirty talking, and she likes books with daddy doms like Tino and Laius. What else do you like, my butterfly? I plunge deeper, determined to break through her defenses, to find out all her secrets.
My tongue finds her clit. Licks. Sucks. My fingers push inside. Her legs wrap behind my neck. All I can breathe is her. All I can taste is her. Her insides.
Visions attack again. Reagan’s flesh split in the middle, her insides out for me to see, to crawl under and never come back out.
Even when I’m buried in her essence, in the forbidden I’m only allowed to have, it’s not enough. Nothing will ever be enough. I’ll always need more of her. All of her. Until there’s nothing left.
Fuck.
Her thighs rise and take me in deeper. They lock around me, smothering me in heaven. Is she trying to strangle me? That would be the best way to go.
But my little butterfly should be smarter than that. I’m not the one with one wrist cuffed to the bed or fifty pounds of muscle lighter.
When she rocks against me, I get my answer. My beautiful queen is so smart and so fucking close I feel her clit throbbing.
She makes a sound I’ve never heard before. The most intimate offering she could give. She’s coming and bleeding into my mouth at the same time.
When her trembling comes down, I look at the blood on my fingers and then up at her. Her face is flushed. Her nipples are hard. Her body emanates a new radiant heat that takes over me.
I lick her blood off my fingers and notice how she swallows. “Please let me fuck you. I need to be inside you, Reagan, and I need to feel you take my cock the same way you took my tongue. Willing and enjoying.”
Her pants fill the room for a while. Then she takes off the clamps herself, watching my reaction. I let her. Maybe she likes to be in control. Maybe that’s the barrier that needs to be removed between us to make her fully mine. When the last clamp is off, she says, “Yes.”
With a groan, I push inside her with a slow rock. She’s scalding hot. So wet. The blood makes everything slicker. Feeling her like this is all it takes to remind me why I am here, why I do this, why I’ve done what I’ve done to have her. Why I can’t stop. We fit together in a way that makes me questionmy sanity and every choice I’ve ever made. What was I even doing with my life before her, before being with her in all these incredible ways I’ve only thought possible in my dreams? Anything that exists outside us doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but making her mine.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper between her tits. “Let me make you feel good.”
I find the rhythm that makes her gasp. She moves with me, clenches around me to take even more of me. I’m no longer the man behind the mask. She’s claiming me as much as I’m claiming her.
I am hers.
