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Holding the base of his erection, I take him into my mouth. He’s always come whenever he’s wanted to. I want to see if I can make him come onmytimeline. I bob my head up and down, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft with each rise. Grunting, he seems content to let me blow him.
Intent on giving the best fellatio that I can, I take him deep and suck hard. His hips start to move. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs me up, but I’m determined to make him come. I quicken my motions, stifling my gag reflex as I allow him entry into my throat. He grunts louder.
“Priscilla, you’re going to make me come.”
That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. My cheeks are sore, but I continue until he arches his hips forward. With a roar, he releases into me. I taste the tang of his cum and swallow its thickness. His legs quiver as I drain every last drop.
Sitting down, I smile triumphantly at him. In the moonlight, he looks glassy-eyed and beautiful. He leans over and kisses me. I wonder if he can taste himself in my mouth.
Getting up, he pulls me to my feet and has me sit in the chair. Using the sash of my robe, he ties my wrists to the arms of the chair. He takes off his shirt and, tying off one end, uses it as a makeshift hood that he slips over my head. Next, he ties my ankles to the hind legs of the chair, with what might be the sleeves of my robe. Standing behind me, he grabs both my breasts and pulls. Next, he plays with my nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. He pinches one, making me cry out, but, to my relief, doesn’t torment them further. Deprived of my sight, everything he does, I feel it more.
He reaches between my thighs to find my clit and strokes it until I whimper and moan.
“You shouldn’t have come outside,” he murmurs in my ear. “I was trying to do you a favor. I wasn’t going to come to you tonight, or ever...but you just had to put your pretty little mouth around me. Not too smart, Priscilla.”
“Didn’t it feel good?” I ask.
“That’s the problem. It felt good. Too good.”
His fondling has me gushing till I’m sitting in a puddle of my own desire.
“If it felt good, then what’s the problem?” I challenge.
He curls his finger inside me. My breath trembles. “The problem is, I’m going to want more.”
The ominous tone of his words don’t register to me because the pleasure blossoming in my loins has my attention.
“I can blow you again,” I murmur.
“You think once more is going to be enough?”
I barely hear him over the squishing sounds of his fingers in my wet flesh. “I can do more,” I say.
He withdraws his fingers. “You’ve offered me a lot today. You might want to rethink it. I’ll be back.”
I hear him walk away. He’s leaving me here—outside, naked, and tied to a chair? I just gave him a great blowjob and this is what I get in return? My body hums with arousal and unrest. I want desperately to touch myself, the next best thing to his caress, but the bonds at my wrists hold tight. My pussy throbs with need. How long is he going to be gone?
He’s just teasing me. He’ll be back soon.
But after several minutes, I’m not so sure, though it’s hard to tell how much time has actually passed. It just may seem long because my body is so anxious to come. Was he upset that I went down on him? He said it wasn’t smart, had said I needed to reconsider my offer, but I don’t really want to do any thinking right now. All I want to do is come, at his hand, on his cock, however he wants me to come. And if I have to give him a dozen blowjobs, then that’s what I’ll do.
I hear footsteps.
“Rafe?”
No answer.
“Rafe, is that you?”
No answer again. Oh God, I hope it’s not Chung or one of the other bodyguards. I don’t get what upset Rafe. And even if I did offend him somehow, he didn’t have to leave me helpless and naked for anyone to see.
The steps retreat, but I can’t be sure I’m alone. For a while, all I hear are the ocean waves. I test my bonds again, but they remain secure.
I hear footsteps again and the clink of a drink with ice cubes. The footsteps stop behind me. I hope it’s Rafe.
I gasp when a drop of something cold falls onto my chest. A few more drops land on my thigh. An ice cube circles my nipple. Not a huge fan of cold things—it takes me forever to finish a scoop of ice cream—I tense. The ice cube presses down on my nipple. I draw in several sharp breaths.
“Do I have a safe word?” I ask, assuming Rafe is the one wielding the ice cube.
