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“You don’t know me or what I do with the shit I learn.”
“I know you well enough. Don’t tell me you haven’t tried to find info on me.”
He doesn’t answer, just looks away. “Of course I did. I’d be an idiot not to. And the fact that you don’t have anything out there makes me so damn suspicious about you.”
I need him to stop, to be quiet. To stop making me feel bad for not divulging my life to someone I work for. I don’t share personal stuff with my clients. I don’t tie them up and spank them. And I most certainly don’t sleep in the same bed as them.
So I do the only thing I know will get him to shut up.
I tug his boxers down, exposing his leaking shaft to me. It’s hard and dark purple, straining up toward me. It tells me that he likes all of this despite pretending to be upset earlier. He likes verbally sparring with me. He likes being tied up. But maybe, what he really likes, is me.
And I really fucking like that. It makes my chest grow ten sizes too big. Makes me puff out like a peacock. If I start growing feathers and preening, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“How about you stop talking.”
“You can’t make me do that. I can talk for days. It’s a skill I’ve honed for years. You can’t fucking make me, Skylar.”
Sitting up, I let my legs straddle his, taking a position of dominance over him. It’s one I like far too much.
His breath stutters out of him, and I see his chest rise and fall in quick succession. Fuck, but he looks so damn edible right now. I could eat him. Could lick him from naval to neck.
“What are you going to do?” he bites out, his voice raspy, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He looks so damn vulnerable. I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.
“How about you shut up and find out.”
My finger snakes down from his collarbone to his happy trail, my fingers sliding between the light brown hair there. I have seen this far too often, my mind wondering what it led to. And now I know.
I know what lies beneath.
“Oh, fuck this,” he moans as I shift down his legs, dragging my nose around his naval and straight to his dick.
“You better not be teasing me, or I will cut your dick off. I will just chop it off with one of my saws…”
My mouth engulfs his cock, taking him into the back of my throat without hesitation. His words morph into moans as I swallow around his shaft. A perfect fit.
The headboard creaks as he tugs on his restraints, his hips shifting up, trying to work himself even further into my throat.
My hands are splayed across his hips, holding on to him tightly, feeling the warm flush of his skin beneath my palms. I want to do this for a while. Want to bring him to the edge over and over, as punishment. That’s the only reason. It’s not because I’m addicted to those little noises he’s making or the way he’s writhing beneath me. It’s punishment, pure and simple.
And my jaw can take it.
I’m not sure he can, though. Not with the way he’s moaning beneath me.
“Fuck you, you suck at this. You are the fucking worst,” he manages to mumble as I drag my tongue across his shaft and swirl it around his leaking head.
My eyes slide up and clash with his. And there it is. The need, the desperation. He wants to come so damn bad.
“Beg me and I’ll let you come.”
He shakes his head and yanks on the ropes around his wrists. That’s going to leave bruises if he keeps it up. I like the idea of it, knowing that his black and blue skin is from me. It’s a weird kind of possessiveness that I’ve never felt before.
I’m not sure if I’ve lost my mind completely or if he’s cast some sort of evil spell on me.
“Beg me, Diablo.”
“It will be a cold fucking day in hell before that happens.”
I don’t know what that means, but I suck him down, teasing him endlessly until he’s writhing beneath me. This is too fucking fun. I’m deriving too much pleasure from this.
