Page 92 of Lethal Attraction

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” I pant. “So fucking good.”

His hands flex behind his back, the ropes creaking as he strains against them. I can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding back, desperate to touch me and take control. But he won’t. Not yet.

I finish the first mark and move to the next; this one on his inner thigh, close enough to his cock that the needle’s buzz makes him twitch. His tongue works faster, harder, like he’s trying to distract himself from the pain. It’s working. My clit throbs, my orgasm building like a storm inside me.

“Oh god,” I whimper, my hips stuttering. “I’m gonna cum, Reed. Gonna cum all over your fucking face.”

He growls, the sound muffled against my pussy, and that’s all it takes. My back arches, my body shuddering as pleasure crashes over me in wave after wave. I grind down onto his mouth, my juices coating his chin, his lips, his tongue. He licks me through it, drinking me down like he’s starving.

When I finally do recover from my earth-shattering climax, tears are running down my face as I suck in a ragged breath. My thighs are fucking trembling with every pass of his eager tongue over my sensitive flesh.

“Stop,” I whimper.

He doesn’t. He continues to suck and lap at me as if I’m life-sustaining. My eyes roll as another orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath and my sanity. I scream out, tipping my head back as I abandon my arts and crafts and ride his face so hard I’m positive he can’t breathe.

“Fuck,” I curse, my voice wavering and scratchy. My whole body sags, spent with post-clarity as I finally lift my hips a little.

“Sit down, Thalia,” Reed growls.

“Nooo,” I elongate, shaking my head as my limbs quiver.

“Sit on my fucking face,” he orders. “I’m so close. I need you.”

He’s going to cum from eating me out…

That’s the hottest thing ever.

I lower myself back down, my thighs twitching at the first touch of his tongue as he nuzzles into me. His nose bumps against my flesh as I drip onto him. I’m becoming an incoherent mess as I try to focus on the tattoos I’m peppering along his body.

The needle buzzes with every pass, and my lines come out far better than I anticipated they would, considering how much I’m shaking. Reed’s cock is only inches from my face, and my cheek brushes against velvet steel as I lean forward to tattoo another bite on the inside of his muscular thigh.

I kiss his length; the heady scent mixed with his enthusiasm are making me drunk with him. His shaft twitches, his balls drawing up as he groans from beneath me, sending the vibration through my core.

An idea strikes, and I don’t hesitate. I raise the gun to his aching cock and press the needle into the base. He groans, his legs shaking as his climax rips through him. Cum spurts, painting across my face in hot jets as I take my time inking my initials into his skin.

This belongs to me.

Every part of him.

His release drips from my chin and past my lips as I run my tongue over them to collect it. Salt explodes across my senses as I continue to use him like my own personal canvas. I eventually lift off him, allowing him to get some air while I work my way around his body.

By the time I’m done, he has a solid eight new tattoos, all of which show some mark of ownership I hold over him. I cut the gun before tossing it aside and grabbing Reed’s face.

He’s flushed, his chest heaving with his pants and his eyes glossy with lust as he obeys. He smells like me.

I fucking love it.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” I praise.

His eyes flutter. “Kiss me, please.”

I press my lips to his in a sensual, slow kiss. We taste each other on our tongues, sharing everything between us as we rest on the floor of my shed. When I pull away, he tries to chase after me for more, and I stop him.

“Aht, aht,” I tut as I shake my head. “Don’t make me punish you already. You take what I give you, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He breathes.

I tilt my head as I brush my thumb over his cheek. “I’m going to let you sleep inside tonight, but you have to wear a collar, okay?”