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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - SULLIVAN

Her expression is calm. Serene almost. Until she realizes I’ve got her tied to a bed.

“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting her head up to try to see what’s going on.

“Shhh,” I say, petting her hair. “Just enjoy it.”

I get a chuckle for that answer. “Sullivan…”

“No, really,” I say. “You liked it last time.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I put up a hand. “Don’t bother denying it. You’ve got some kink in you, Sadie Scott. I knew that the first time I tied you up. But…” I almost growl, that’s how turned on it makes me. “The way you got off.”

Sadie lets out a small, whimpering moan.

My dick grows in my jeans. The thick, hard shaft presses up against the fabric, begging me to set it free. It wants to be in her mouth. It wants to be in her pussy.

“Just enjoy it, Sadie. Relish it. I have a feeling you haven’t had many enjoyable moments lately. Let me give you this one night, at least.”

She stares at me for a few seconds. Wiggles her body. Tugs on the soft silk bindings on her wrists and ankles holding her captive on the bed, like she wants to reach for me.

“Sullivan… I haven’t…”

“Shhh,” I say. I’m not sure what she’s about to tell me. Hasn’t had sex in forever, maybe. But I don’t care. “I know just what to do.”

She holds my gaze just a little longer. Her eyes searching mine for encouragement. It scares her a little. To be tied up like this. To be out of control. To be powerless.

She’s not powerless. One word would make me stop and she has to know that. She could say no. And if she did I’d be disappointed, for sure. But I’d stop. I’d untie her. I’d fuck her whatever way she wants or not at all. It’s up to her.

I say all that with my eyes and she gets it. We’re linked. She knows me. I know her. We’re already a team, whether she knows it or not. Partners.

Her whole body relaxes. Her breathing softens, her heart rate slows.

“Good girl,” I say, enjoying her young, nubile body as I take her in. Her skin is so soft I just want to stroke it.

So I do.

One fingertip touches her lips. Her eyes are locked on mine as she opens her mouth. She sucks on my finger and it takes every ounce of willpower not to close my eyes and moan. Her mouth sucks on me and my dick grows to its full length inside my jeans.

Not yet though. Not yet. Not until she’s ready to beg me.

And she will beg.

I give her two fingers in her mouth as I massage her nipple with my other hand. Her eyes close—briefly—but fly open again, like she’s been commanded to look at me.

I smile. She continues to suck. Her mouth is so wet it coats my fingers and begins to drip down her chin.

Good God. I have to take a deep breath. My cock wants to be inside that wet mouth. Wants to push its way down her throat. Wants to come inside her and feel her tremble with pleasure.

I pinch her nipple to break her building ecstasy. She whimpers, “Sullivan,” around my insistent fingers.

I grip her breast firmly, making her back arch up a little off the bed. But my mouth is there on her nipple, sucking on her the way she’s sucking on me. It’s just a little teaser for what’s to come next.

My grip relaxes and I let my fingertips wander down to her rib cage. My touch is soft, gentle, light. Her skin prickles from her shiver. She wants more.

I continue to learn the curves of her body with my hand. Across each rib. Down to her hip where I trace small circles on the soft flesh with my thumb. Her back arches again. She wants me between her legs. And I’ll get there eventually. But not yet. I’m not done exploring her.

I take my kiss to her stomach, licking the skin around her belly button. Kissing her, then nipping until she has to draw in a deep breath. It comes out in a gasp when I continue, my mouth making its way towards her pussy. But I go slow. Agonizingly slow. I want my fingers in her first. I want to know she’s wet for me. And when they find her entrance and push inside—she gushes. She coats me with her want.

Goddamn. I might die.