Page 48 of Twisted Tate

I pull my belt free and double it in my hand. Her eyes go wide, but not with fear. It’s anticipation. She trusts me. After everything she’s been through, after every man who’s used and hurt her, she trusts me to bind her wrists and not break her.

“Give me your wrists.”

She holds them out with no hesitation, and I wrap the leather around them, binding them together in front of her. I test the tightness to make sure it won’t hurt her, then lift her bound hands above her head.

“Keep them there.” I press a kiss to the inside of her wrist, right where her pulse is racing. “You don’t move them unless I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” I drag my mouth down her arm, across her shoulder, along the curve of her neck. She arches into me, a soft moan escaping her lips. “I’m going to worship every inch of this body tonight. And then I’m going to fuck away every scary thought in your head.”

I mean it. I want to erase every hand that ever touched her. I want to replace every bad memory with the feel of my mouth, my hands, my cock. I will work at it for the rest of my life to be the only man she sees when she closes her eyes.

Fuck. I’m so fucking lost to this girl, and she doesn’t even realize it.

I kiss my way down her chest, stopping to pull one nipple into my mouth. She gasps and her bound hands twitch above her head, but she keeps them where I put them. I suck and lick until she’s squirming, then move to the other breast and give it the same attention.

“Tate,” she moans. Her hips are rocking, searching for friction.

“Such a needy girl. I know what you need.”

I kiss down her stomach, my lips brushing the soft skin below her belly button.

“Yes.” The word comes out over a moan. “Please, Tate.”

“Anything for my baby girl.” I settle between her spread thighs and look up at her. Her wrists are bound above her head, her chest is heaving, and she’s looking at me in a way that’s going to split me wide open. “This is mine.”

I lower my mouth to her and drag my tongue through her slit in one long, slow stroke. She cries out, her thighs tensing around my head. She tastes fucking incredible. I’m an asshole who rarely bothered to eat much pussy, but with Reese, my mouth is going to live between her thighs.

“You taste so good, baby girl.” I circle her clit with my tongue, then pull back to look at her. “This pretty little pussy is going to be my favorite meal. I’m going to eat you every fucking day.”

I bury my face in her and devour her like I’m starving. I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me, her bound hands fisting above her head, desperate sounds falling from her lips.

“Fuck, Tate.” She’s panting now. “Please don’t stop. Please let me come.”

I pull back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against her swollen clit. “Not yet. I’m not done tasting you.”

God, I don’t think there is ever going to be such a thing as enough. I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach in one swift motion. She gasps as I lift her hips, positioning her on her knees with her face pressed into the mattress and her ass in the air. Her bound hands are stretched out in front of her, and the sight of her like this, surrendering herself to me, makes my dick throb and my chest ache.

“This ass.” I run my hands over the curves of her, squeezing, spreading her open so I can see everything. “This perfect fucking ass belongs to me too.”

I drag my tongue from her pussy all the way up to her tight little hole. She jerks beneath me, a shocked moan escaping her throat.

“Did you know that this is mine, too?” I circle her rim with the tip of my tongue.

“Yes.” Her moan is muffled by the pillow.

“Good.” I press my tongue against her, feeling her tense and then slowly relax. “Because every hole you have belongs to me now. And I’m going to claim all of them.”

Mine. The word keeps echoing in my head. I’ve called women mine before, but it never meant anything. It was just dirty talk, just part of the game. But with her, it means something. It means everything.

I eat her ass while I slide two fingers into her pussy, fucking her slowly while my tongue works her open. She’s making sounds I’ve never heard before, desperate and needy and completely overwhelmed.

“Not tonight, but soon, I’m going to fuck this tight little ass.” I push my tongue inside her and she keens. “I’m going to stretch you open on my cock and fill you up until you’re crying and begging me for more. Would you like that, baby girl?”

“Yes.” She’s trembling now. “God, yes. I want you everywhere. I want you to own every part of me.”

“I already do.” I move my fingers faster. “But I’m going to remind you over and over anyway.”