“Are you okay, baby? I didn’t hit you too hard, did I?” Her mellow voice is the embodiment of taunting.
“Oh, you little—” She cuts me off, pushing a pill into my mouth, which I spit out. Does she want to drug me now?
“A little blue pill so you will perform better,” Summer says, and I’m sure she catches mywhat the fuckexpression before she snorts out a laugh. “I’m just messin’ with you. See?” Leaning to the side without getting off my lap, she picks up a pack of Advil liquid gel tablets from the nightstand, which are indeed blue. “That’s in case you have a headache.”
“I do have one, thanks to you,” I snarl, but my tone levels up her cheerful spirits.
“Well, what can I say? You probably came here in hopes of getting head, and gotahead... ache, instead.” She laughs again, and I struggle to hold my amusement at bay. “Come on, baby! That was funny.”
Another pill is slid past my lips, and this time I take it.
“Now swallow!” Summer eyes me, and I comply. “I bet you thought you’d be the one saying that to me.” She scrunches her nose while delivering the salty comment, looking fuckin’ adorable like this.
“Ha ha!You’re hilarious,” I say, masking the fact she indeed is.
“I know. But do you know what I don’t know?”
I try to decipher what comes next. With her, that’s always mission impossible.
“Where’s the big bad wolf now?”
My little Succubus wants to play?
I tug on my restraints hard in an attempt to break her bed frame, but it’s a pointless endeavor. When did my muscles become a mere decoration, too weak to wreck the damn thing? I zero back on the zip ties, noticing metal plates on the outer side of those headboard wooden slats.
For fuck’s sake, she had it reinforced?
Seems like breaking her bed won’t be happening today. All I can do now is bare my teeth at her in the most vicious way possible.
“Nope.” She boops my nose with her index finger, absolutelyunbothered by the maniacal look I offer. “I don’t see a wolf here. More like a helpless, tied-down puppy. Will you stop barking up my tree, puppy?” She smirks.
“Will you start climbing mine, Succubus?”
Her hand darts for my throat, but to my surprise, unlike last night when she tried to strangle me to death, now she doesn’t squeeze. She shows dominance, without hurting me. At least for now.
“I’ll fuck you so hard I’ll destroy that tight cunt of yours,” I bark out that threat, but it’s one that doesn’t touch her, let alone faze her.
“Careful how you talk to me! I’m in control now. You didn’t expect that, did you?”
She did catch me with my pants off. Or more like she took them off. But this isn’t even the most exciting fact. It’s the bravery to do so—to plan it, to execute it, and have a man like me here, tied to her bed, talking to me in such a reckless manner. I have no idea which of the above turns me on more. Or maybe it’s the fact she’s straddling me with only a T-shirt on. I’m hard in an instant at the sight of those perfect tits, unrestrained by a bra underneath her loose top. I’m certain her ass sitting atop my erection is receiving the message.
“If you’re trying to get rid of me, your plan backfired miserably. Now my obsession with you is through the roof.”
“Then maybe I’ll simply kill you and be done with it.”
The look she shoots me is like the most dangerous predator is lurking behind her eyes, ready to rip me to shreds on a whim. Why does my brain register that as the most electrifying thing I’ve ever come across?
“The best part is I believe there’s a killer behind those pretty eyes, and you have no idea what that does to me.”
“Well, I have asolididea.” Her gaze drops to my harder-than-ever dick pressing against her ass. “But feel free to elaborate further. Tell me... You wanna fuck me? You wanna date me? You wanna take me to your parents and fall on one knee? What do you want,puppy?”
You!All of you.
“Whatever I want, I’ll take it from you, Succubus,” I say, like I have some form of control at the moment.
“Tonight, you’re only getting what I allow,” Summer all but whispers in my ear when she leans forward, her sweet scent teasing me more than her words do.
Fingertips glide over my chest, paying special attention to each line the ink paints. Does she like my tats? She glances at me before shifting her gaze back to my chest, and her palms drift down the muscles of my stomach. I can’t honestly say which one of us is enjoying the experience more.
