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I let out a soft gasp and my eyes unfocused. I’d never felt a sensation like that. Like it tickled but it had also pressed a button that ignited an ache between my thighs.
He freed my breasts from the tank top, and then he raised my hands above my head, sliding the shirt over my face and all the way to my wrists. With a deft movement I couldn’t begin to understand, he twisted the shirt and it tightened almost to the point of pain.
I craned my neck up to see what he’d done, but I didn’t get a good look because he lifted me suddenly, sliding me so my head rested on pillows and my hands met cold wrought iron. With another practiced tug, he secured them to the bars. I gaped at him, equal parts thrilled and nervous as fuck.
“I seem to remember,” he said, sitting back on his heels and drinking in the image of my naked torso displayed on the bed, “that I had promised to torture you.” Amos leaned forward, arms on either side of my breasts, and he whispered a kiss just under the curve of one. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
“And you desperately want me to finish that, don’t you, June?” he asked, kissing just outside my nipple.
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.
“Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say.”
I obeyed, shutting out the dim light from the bedside tables. The bed dipped as he moved off it, and then a squeak of the mattress accompanied his return. I felt his knees straddle me like he had when he’d trapped me with the honey. The pop of a chocolate syrup cap made me jump. “How did you do during spelling bees, Cupcake?” he asked.
“Uh… not great.”
“Oh dear,” he clicked his tongue. “You really are in for torture, then.”
A cold droplet of syrup landed on my nipple, and I let out a little gasp. When his tongue lapped it up, the electric current of desire went straight to my clit. I moaned again.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed. Having my arms tied above my head and Amos straddling my hips recalled all the forbidden, dirty thoughts I’d had after our honey episode. It was almost more than I could take.
“That’s your prize if you win. I’m going to spell a word all over your luscious body. It might be on your tits. It might be going straight down to your clit. It might be on your thigh or your stomach. If you guess the word, I clean you with my tongue.”
“Oh my God,” I groaned. So hot. He was so,sohot.
“If you lose,” he added with a hard edge. “My cock gets to clean up the mess. And who do you think is going to lick off my cock, Cupcake?”
“Me?” I squeaked out.
“You,” he agreed. “Best of three is the winner. Do you agree to the rules?”
I’d never seen a penis, let alone put one in my mouth. But this was no time to cry uncle. Or “syrup.” I wanted to know what it felt like to have a dick fill my mouth. Would it be hard? Soft? Would it taste like his skin smelled? I wanted desperately to find out. “I agree.”
“Good. Here’s your first word.” Cold syrup surprised me as it looped over my breasts and nipples, and I was so shocked by the sensation, I forgot to pay attention to the letters. The cap snapped closed. “Well?” Amos prompted.
Oh my God. I’m about to suck a dick. This is crazy.“I-I didn’t catch it.”
He tutted. “Pity. I like the way you taste, June. Do better next time.” His hands covered my breasts, kneading them together deliciously. Every time he touched me, I wanted to burst into flames. Then something hard and straight—hissomething hard and straight— slipped between my breasts, rubbing and dipping in and out of the cleft. “Open your mouth.”
Heart hammering, I opened my mouth, making sure to cover my teeth with my tongue. I knew that much, at least, from what I’d read.
Amos shifted on the bed to my right side. He turned my head to face him with his fingers in my hair, then pried my mouth open wider with a thumb to my chin. His cock, harder than I imagined it would be, probed at the entrance of my mouth. Desire roared in my ears. Shit, this was amazing. He tasted like chocolate syrup and salt, and as he pushed further into my mouth, I tilted my head to take him easier.
Amos groaned, his fingers gripping my hair tightly. He pulsed further down my throat, and I swirled my tongue to lap up the chocolate. “All of it,” he said roughly. I sucked and licked, pulling chocolate and droplets of cum down my throat. He pulled out with a pop, and even with my eyes closed, I could tell he was breathing heavily. “Fuck, June,” he growled.
I grinned, cleaning chocolate off my lips with my tongue.I think I can take that to mean I did that right.
Slightly breathless, then, he said, “Okay, minx. Next word.”
I braced myself, trying to clear my head to guess correctly. But before he poured the syrup, Amos slipped his strong fingers beneath the waistband of my bottoms and tugged them down my legs until they were all the way off. He pried my legs apart. “Here it comes,” he warned. Chocolate drizzled from my navel and heading down to my pussy.
H-O-?-E-Y
