Page 113 of Drowning in Darkness

Images of her on her knees, exactly as she’s describing, assault my mind.

“And? Is that something you’d want?”

“I’m not sure. I think yes.”

How is she this perfect for me? It’s something I should be running from, because she is going to ruin me.

“She’s choking a little.”

I kiss along her jaw and press the heel of my palm against her clit.

“Her eyes are watering, but she’s restless on her knees, and now she’s touching herself like she can’t help it.”

“How could you do that if your hands are bound?”

Her head snaps around, and her lips press against mine. My eyes fly open in surprise and meet her victorious ones. I push her panties to the side and plunge two fingers inside her channel. She’s so fucking wet I can hear it. I love it.

She pushes toward me, causing the belt to tighten. Fuck. I’m going to need the world’s coldest shower. Her hands are in my hair, tugging, demanding, pleading for me to push her over. When the first ripples of her impending orgasm clench around my fingers, I withdraw them, and she whimpers into my mouth.

I pull away and slide my fingers, coated with her juices, into her mouth. Her tongue slips around them, and her eyes, hazy with pleasure, flick to the laptop. I’ve kept my promise not to look at the screen, but I’m powerless to drag myself away from her eyes.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I murmur as I go back to teasing her entrance with small circles, never slipping more than the tip of my fingers inside her. “What’s happening now?”

She sucks in a breath. Stephanie on the edge is going to play on repeat in my mind for the rest of my short life.

“He’s picked her up, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and is playing with her ass.”

“With his fingers or his cock?”

“Fingers. Shit, he’s just thrust into her.”

“Belt on or off?”

“On. He’s got one hand on the base of her spine to keep her in place and the other keeping tension on the belt.”

“Do you see yourself doing that?”

“With someone I trust? Yes.” She focuses on me. “With you, absolutely.” Her eyes flutter closed.

“Are your hands still bound in this position?” I check.

“Absolutely. I want to give you complete control.”

And I need to teach her that giving complete control means that you are the one in control, always, and if she’s with someone who tries to tell her otherwise, they are the wrong partner. It’s so easy to fall in with someone who takes advantage and twists this kind of desire.

Her spine arches, and she squirms to try to get me to sink deeper. My cock throbs, and precum leaks from the end. Coming in my pants is going to be a first for me.

“Please,” she whispers, staring straight into my eyes. “Please make me come.”

My lips press against hers, our tongues sweeping together, and then I give her everything she needs, pushing three fingers inside in a fast rhythm. She groans low and falls apart on my fingers while I explode in my pants like a teenager.

My vision blacks out for a moment. Fuck, that’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. Just imagine what it would be like inside her…

Nope. Don’t do it to yourself. You can’t have her.

Her body melts beneath my hands, and she sighs into my mouth as we both settle down.

She pulls back and grins. “Now I have just one question.”