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She wears flimsy white panties of lace, so when I slide my finger past the fabric and yank them down, threads snap easily, and the only barrier keeping me out surrenders in an instant. “Christabelle? What do you need?”
“I need you to take me.” Her chest heaves, her lungs battling to oxygenate her body. “I need you to make me forget who I am for the night.”
“Done.”
I slide two thick fingers deep in her cunt and reach up with my free hand to tug my tie undone. I pump my fingers, gritting my teeth when her walls clamp around my digits and promise ecstasy, but with my other hand, I fight with my tie, frustration bubbling in my blood and exploding on my lips when I only seem to make the knot worse. “For fuck’s sake.”
Giggling, but panting, Christabelle straightens her neck and opens her doe-like eyes to examine what the fuck I’m doing. So when she takes stock and understands, she rolls her hips, riding my hand, and reaches out to unfasten my tie herself. “You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
“Cute.” I scoff and snatch my tie the second she has the knot open, then I steal my fingers from between her legs and bathe in the cry of protest she releases.
“Felix! No?—”
“Patience.” I grab her hand and slam it down to the armrest of herchair, then wrapping the silk tie over her wrist, I work the fabric into a knot and take perverse pleasure in the way her eyes glitter with feral desire.
She doesn’t dislike being bound.
Fuck, shelikesit.
She just needs to be part of the decision-making process.
“I’m gonna destroy your pretty little pussy, Christabelle.” I finish tying her down and glance around for something to use on her other wrist. Another tie. Hell, the tablecloth will do. So when I spy the napkins folded by our plates, I grab one, roll it up, and capture her unbound hand until she lets out a cry of anticipation. Of daring. Of want.
“Don’t close your legs.” I smack her thigh when she tries to squeeze them together, startling her until they spring open again. “Don’t close me out, Darling.”
Finishing with her second cuff, I shove the pooling lengths of her dress up around her hips and reveal her bare pussy. Clean-shaven and the most perfect shade of pink I’ve ever known.
“I’m gonna own you.” I sweep my left arm around the backs of her knees and yank until she slides to the very edge of her chair, her panic coming out on a squeak, and her desire leaving a trail, staining the fabric so I deem thismychair.
Forever and alwaysmine.
“Does your pussy taste as sweet as your tongue, Ms. Cannon?” I lower to my knees and tuck the long length of her gown up behind her ass, then leaning in closer and crushing my palm to her thigh to keep her still, I slide my tongue along her slit and wrap myself in her devastating cry of pleasure.
I pin her legs in place and make it impossible for her to move. Then I eat her pussy until she bursts all over my lips. I fuck her with my tongue, sliding my fingers in second and curling them back until she fills my palm with her delicious nectar, her body shaking from the shock of coming so soon.
“I want all of you, Christabelle.” I pull her clit between my lips and suckle until she groans, her thighs squeezing my shoulders and her nails digging into the ancient wood she’s bound to. “I want to keep you. But ifI can’t have you forever, I’ll have all of you tonight.” I place my hands beneath her thighs and lift until she sets all of her weight on her feet, then I force her to turn until her arms cross and her back arches.
She presents her perfect backside and whimpers when I remain on my knees. The firm globes, daring me to take a bite. Her puckered asshole, begging me to fill it.
I grab her in my hands and spread her cheeks until I see all of her. Until the only thing she can do to keep me away is to shoutstop.
And even then, it would kill me to do so.
I bury my face in her ass and dig my tongue in until she bursts a second time, sobbing in pleasure and soaking her thighs with her delicious juices.
“Felix! Oh god.” She fights for breath, her body lifting and falling, and the entirety of her weight, perched on her strong, twisted arms that will buckle the moment I decide I want them to. “Oh god.”
“You want this.” I reach between her legs and coat my fingers in her desire, drawing a whimper of desperation from deep in her psyche when I skim over her slit anddon’tfill her pussy. “How much do you want this, Darling?”
“So bad,” she pants, shoving back against me and attempting to take more. “Please, Felix.”
“Please, what?”
My phone trills, that annoying, incessant demand that sends me insane even when Idon’thave the sweetest pussy coating my lips.
“Beg me, Christabelle. I need you to beg me.”
“Felix!” Her breath comes out on a sob. Her chest heaving, and her head dropping. “Please!”
