He growled.
I caught his eyes in the mirror and gasped.
His lips were parted. His pupils were blown wide. His cock was rock-hard against the seam of my ass, and it was twitching, heavy, and aching to be buried. He was close to snapping. I saw it.
His control was splintering.
And it turned me on even more.
“Come for me, baby,” he hissed.
That was all it took.
I shattered, and I came hard around his fingers, my muscles clenching as I collapsed forward against the vanity.
***
KESTER.
I had planned to carry her to the bed. That had been my only thought as we left the bathroom.
I wasn’t sure she’d be okay with me fucking her tonight.
She was breathless, and her body was trembling from the multiple releases I gave her. She needed to rest and sleep.
I might just jerk off using my hands when I put her to sleep because my cock was still pulsing with the kind of urgency that bordered on pain.
She was soft in my arms, pliant and spent. But to my surprise, when turned us toward the bed, her hand slid down my chest and stopped me.
Then she gestured to the chair by my vanity.
I raised a brow. “The bed’s right-“
She didn’t let me finish.
She dropped down from my arms and stepped ahead, water still glistening on her skin. Her hips swayed as she moved to the chair. Then she turned, met my eyes with a glint I hadn’t seen before-and pulled me by the wrist.
Without a word, she guided me down into the chair.
I was still naked and still burning for her.
She slowly placed my hands on the armrests. The muscles in my forearms flexed, instinctively resisting. What was she doing?
“Mine,” I murmured, “What is this?”
She only smiled. And fuck, that smile looked sinful.
Then she walked to the closet.
I tilted my head, curious, “Baby?”
She returned holding two of her lingerie pieces.
She leaned in with her face so close to mine that her breath feathered over my jaw as she began to tie one of the flimsy straps around my right wrist, looping it tightly around the armrest, then securing the knot with a pull that told me she’d thought about this.
“Kasmine…” I warned, but she only hummed in response.
Then, she did the Jame to my left wrist. My both arms were spread out, and my hands were tied down. My chest rose with a shallow breath as the realization of what she was doing settled in.
I wasn’t in control anymore.
She knelt between my legs.
Her lips, soft as silk, brushed my inner thigh, and then she whispered, “You punished me in the bathroom. Her breath ghosted over the head of my cock. “Now I’m going to return the favor.”
KESTER.
I clenched my fists against the bindings.
I could break them easily.
But I didn’t.
Because then her mouth was on me.
Fuck.
Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, warm and wet and slow-too fucking slow-and I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as she slid down just enough to make me want more, then pulled back.
She was… Teasing. Tempting. Torturing.
Her tongue flicked over the slit, then circled the head again, and I hissed.
She looked up through her lashes, her eyes gleaming, while her lips were slick and parted. Then she took me deeper, her hands stroking my thighs as she worked me in a slow rhythm.
I tried to thrust up, but the bindings held me firm.
“Kasmine,” I growled.
She pulled back with a wet sound.
“You didn’t let me cum when I begged,” she said softly. “Now it’s your turn to beg.”
She devoured me with a need that made my breath stutter in my chest. Her mouth was hot, wet, and punishing, with a perfect rhythm of suction, swirl, and pressure.
Her tongue flicked the sensitive underside, while her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper and deeper until I could feel the back of her throat tighten around me.
“Fucking hell, Kasmine.”
My hands twisted against the restraints as a low, broken groan tore from my chest. God-
I looked down and that vision burned itself into my soul: her on her knees, mouth stretched around my cock, eyes locked onto mine… Fuck.
She moaned around me. The vibrations rattled my bones, sending lightning up my spine.
My hips bucked instinctively, but she pushed me back down, her fingers digging into my thighs..
“Kasmine-please, choked out. “Let me cum.”
She sucked harder but stopped abruptly.
Her lips just sat there around my cock, sucking on just the tip like it was a straw.
Her tongue twirled around the head occasionally, and fuck, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
She was building that rhythm and friction, that unbearable heat rising up my spine.
Just when my thighs started to shake-
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