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It’s a heady thing, to have absolute control over someone, and to know that it doesn’t make them fear you.
My heart pounds in my chest as she touches me, and I groan when her fingers skate over my nipples through my shirt. Willow picks up on that, of course, and she teases with them a bit more, pushing my shirt up so she can have unfettered access.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I didn’t think this was going to be so intense so soon.”
Her eyes flash to my face, like she’s trying to check in and make sure I’m alright, and I nod to let her know I am.
“Don’t stop.”
“Does it feel good?” she asks, and although her voice is soft, there’s something ravenous in her eyes.
I grit my teeth, tugging on the ropes a little.
“It feels so fucking good,” I rasp. “Your hands on me are the best thing I’ve ever felt. You make me feel… god, butterfly, you make me want…”
“What?” Willow breathes. “Tell me.”
“More,” I manage to say. “Give me more. Keep touching me. Fuck, don’t ever stop.”
“I never want to.”
As if to prove the truth of her words, she drops her head, letting her mouth follow where her hands just were. They start at my neck, and she licks and sucks there, her teeth nipping lightly at sensitive spots.
Andeveryspot seems sensitive right now. My entire body is primed to react to her touch, and to want so much more. Every brush of her lips or scrape of her teeth just adds to the desire building up in me, and I have to remind myself to breathe as she moves down to my chest, counting upward slowly in my head.
Her eyes flash up to meet mine as she drags her tongue down my sternum, her hands holding on to my hips, and I groan her name, my jaw clenching.
“Fuck, that’s so good. Your mouth, butterfly. What are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel good,” she murmurs back. “It’s one of my favorite things in the entire world, Vic. I love making you come undone for me. Love when you lose all that control you hold on to so tightly, just for me. Just so you can fuck me the way you want, holding nothing back.”
Her tongue dips and swirls around my nipple, and I hiss as pleasure shoots through me. My cock is fully hard now, pressed painfully against the inside of my jeans, but Willow seems to be taking her time getting there.
And even though it’s pure torture, part of me doesn’t even mind. I don’t want to rush her as she explores my entire torso with her lips and tongue, tracing my tattoos, my ribs, the muscles of my pecs and abs.
“I can never get enough of you,” I mutter breathlessly. The words just spill out of me, and I don’t bother to hold them back. “Never enough. Everything you do just makes me want you more. I want to feel you, butterfly.Always. I want to be buried inside you so deep that I can’t feel anything other than you.”
Willow moans softly from the torrent of words, her eyes darkening with arousal. She reaches over to grab the knife that Malice keeps on the bedside table and uses it to cut my shirt all the way off, getting it out of the way.
I can’t even be upset about the waste of clothes or the fact that she tosses the scraps onto the floor rather than folding them up neatly. Right now, the only thing I can focus on is how much I want her. How good this feels.
She kisses her way down to my stomach, and once she’s there, she finally stops teasing. Her hand presses against the bulge in my pants, and I grunt in pleasure, arching up to try to rub against her small, soft palm, wanting more friction.
Willow allows it, her pupils blown wide as she watches me move, practically humping her hand.
“You want me so much,” she whispers. “Don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” I tell her. “I don’t just want. I need you, butterfly.”
She licks her lips and removes her hand, but just long enough to get my pants undone. With quick movements, she drags them and my boxers down, tossing them off to the side with the remnants of my shirt.
My cock springs up, hard and flushed, already damp at the tip. It’s not so much different from when she was tattooing me. Something about this beautiful, soft, incredible woman affects me like nothing else ever has. I never really watched porn, never really even thought about sex that much until I met Willow. I would take care of my needs when they built up quickly and perfunctorily, only jerking off on set days of the week as a way of keeping my body regulated.
Willow is the only person who has ever made meneed. Who’s made me need something so much that I would break every single one of my habits and rules.
Only for her. And I prefer it that way.
I want her to be the only one who can make me like this.
