Page 47 of Lethal Attraction

Praise.

I think I have a praise kink.

Fuck.

“Do you like that?” She asks as she strokes my cheek. “Do you want to be my good boy?”

“Yes,” I growl past the overwhelming need to touch her.

She drags me closer to her, pain licking across my scalp deliciously as her breath fans my lips. “Then get on your knees for me, Reed.”

I sink down without a thought behind my eyes other than to obey the woman before me, like she’s some kind of mythical entity I can’t refuse. All sense of morals and principles is gone as the white tiles below cut into my right knee, then my left. I stare up at the woman looming over me, taking in her smug and empowering expression as she keeps a tight, controlling hand in my hair.

What am I doing?

Why can’t I stop this?

“You’re thinking too hard,” she whispers huskily as her fingers tighten in my strands, sending another arousing wave of pain across my scalp. My cock pulses as an involuntary whimper leaves me.

I’ve never made a sound like that before…

“You don’t think when I’m in control,” Thalia says softly, her voice hypnotizing and tantalizing. “You do as I say and I’ll reward you.”

I turn my face into her thigh, nuzzling into the strong muscle as her natural heat dances across my cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”

She bites her plump bottom lip, shifting her thighs further apart before dragging me so close that my nose bumps against her clit and my eyes flutter at the anticipation. “Help me, Doctor.”

I shove forward, hooking my arms under her knees and shouldering her legs as I devour her with sloppy, enthusiastic movements. My tongue laps across her flesh hungrily, dipping and rubbing against her soaked skin as her sweetness makes my eyes roll. I could fucking suffocate myself with her.

My nose bumps against her clit as I work my way upward and suck her hardened bud teasingly. Her legs jump, nearly clamping over my ears as a silent scream crests past her lips and I bury myself deeper into her perfect pussy.

“Reed!” Thalia begs breathlessly, pulling my hair and creating space between my mouth and pure heaven. “Can you breathe?”

My hand shoots to hers, my fingers curling around her knuckles as I force her to hold me firmer. “Don’t ask if I can fucking breathe, Little Devil. You said you wanted to fuck my face.”

A surprised, delighted giggle escapes her as she stares down at me with wide eyes of wonder. “You were made for me.”

Heat twinges in my stomach, the air between us zaps, and I realize in this moment that we were always meant to end up here. Call me crazy for things moving at lightning speed, but I don’t think I can imagine a future without this woman. My Mystery Girl.

I place a chaste, heated kiss on the inside of her thigh, letting my eyes close as my hands touch and caress every inch of her I can reach. “Talk me through it, Little Devil. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She regains her hold on my strands, dragging me down until my tongue touches her flesh once again. She’s watching me closely as my muscle teases and lavishes her cunt.

“Circle my clit,” she orders, using her hold to show me as she controls my head. “Fuck, Reed.”

I coerce her hips off the table, palming her ass as I help her create a fucking motion, slicking her folds against my face messily. She leans back further, tossing her head back as she fucks my face with abandon. I’m pressed so deeply into her that breathing is nearly impossible, but I want that. I want to pass out in her fucking pussy with the memory of her lingering on my tongue. I want her to have every bit of control she yearns for.

“You’re doing so well,” she commends sweetly as she grinds into my face. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Hearing that does something to me. My hand shoots down to my cock, hoping to relieve some of the pressure, only for Thalia to press her boot into my knuckle, trapping it on my thigh.

“No, you don’t,” she scolds with a delirious smile as a pretty pink blush paints over her chest. “If you’re going to touch yourself, I want to watch.”

Fuck. Me.

I pull back slightly, my lips glistening as desperation grips me. She’s driving me crazy. “Please, Thalia. I need—”

She drags me forward, silencing me as she shoves my face back into her. She giggles at my narrowed eye stare, undulating her hips and using me as she pleases. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m going to fucking explode if I don’t touch myself. I have to keep reminding myself that she’s in control here and I’m just enjoying the ride.