Page 3 of Playing Dirty

SYLVIE

“I’m here for whatever you wish.”

This man . . . he definitely does an ego good.

Now, let’s see if we can both make each other feel good. Not that I hate giving a man a blowjob, they serve their purpose, but there are just so many other mutually fun things two people can do together. It’s time for the two-way reward part of the evening.

Admiring the defined muscles of his chest, I decide to get a little better acquainted with his skin. Starting at his hips, I lick up the left side of his Adonis muscle—the V, as some people call it. Many men who are in shape have them, and they seem to make women go wild. I definitely see the appeal, but it’s what’s above the V that really gets my engine running . . . abdominal muscles. A six pack of abs, exactly like the one this man is rocking, is my kryptonite. It takes hard work and dedication to build and maintain a physique like his, and I appreciate his hard work.

Trailing my tongue up the ridges, I take extra time to nip at each one. Short, frustrated grunts fill the room with each bite, but I don’t stop until I reach his sternum. That’s where my tongue begins its journey again, first circling his left nipple, then the right, before heading north again.

It’s now that I’m braced completely full out on top of him that I feel his whole body tremble in need. It’s a powerful feeling. He’s completely at my mercy.

“Mistress?” I hear the frustration and need in his voice.

“Yes, pet?” My question is whispered in his ear before I nibble on it.

“Can you please take the blindfold off? I need to see you.”

“Oh, you do?” I trace my lips over his forehead, just above the blindfold. “What will I get in return for taking it off?”

“I want you to smother me.”

Well, that’s not what I was expecting, but who am I to deny this pony ride?

Shimmying up so my butt is resting on his rock-hard stomach, I reach forward and gently slide the blindfold up and off his head, careful not to pull his long beautiful hair. I toss it off the side of the bed, letting it land who knows where, and give all my attention to the Herculean man underneath me.

Bright blue eyes blink up at me as they adjust to the dim lighting. I can feel the heat and hunger coming off him in waves as he takes in my nude body. “Well, beautiful, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“I bet you say that to all the ladies,” I say with a chuckle as I roll my eyes. But it’s not until I meet his eyes again that I see anger reflecting back at me. “What?”

“Don’t let me hear you say that again, ever,” he growls—yes, growls—like a lion in heat. I feel the rumble of his chest below in my core. “While I’m with you, the only lady who is important is you.”

“Excuse me?” I crook an eyebrow up as I lean over him, hands at either side of his head, caging him in under my heat. “Who’s in charge here?”

“It doesn’t matter to me who is handcuffed to this bed. When you’re sitting on me, with your ass inches from my dick,” he emphasizes his words by rocking his hips, pressing that same dick against my ass, “I don’t want to hear you brush off my compliments. I said you were beautiful and I meant it.”

I feel myself blush under his scrutiny—or is it above since I’m on top of him? Either way, his words make me feel good. “Thank you.”

I gently press my lips to his, and he devours me. He’s a lion in heat for sure! His tongue invades my mouth, and I fight him for the power. This is my night, I have the control, and I’m running this show. I think it’s time to remind him of that.

Pressing up to sitting again, I brace my hands on his shoulders as I stare him down. Both our eyes are filled with anger and greed and need. “I think it’s time for your smothering.”

“Get your fine ass up on my face.” He’s growling again, but this time deeper, and panting to catch his breath from our angry lip-lock.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Crawling up his torso, careful of the fact that he’s still handcuffed to the headboard, I adjust myself so my knees are beside his ears while my legs fold underneath his slightly elevated arms. I lower myself directly onto his face, shivering when his tongue flicks against my folds.

“Lower,” he mumbles as he nips my inner thigh. “If I can’t fuck you with my tongue, you’re not close enough.”

“Oh, God.” Gripping his loose, long blonde wavy locks, I lift his head to meet my center and a jolt overtakes my body. “Oh, God. Oh. OH!”

His lips close over my clit, teeth pinching the very sensitive bundle of nerves, and he sucks, pulling almost all of my energy out. Momentarily, my vision starts to fade, and I know if I pass out, this evening will end way too quickly, so I slam my right hand against the wall. I do it to both zap me back to the land of the living and to make my body feel something other than the journey to heaven it’s experiencing as his tongue explores me from the inside out.

The sharp pain of my palm hitting the drywall, along with the pleasure sizzling through my body, snaps my whole body into focus and I explode.

I’m in heaven. This man’s tongue is a gift from the gods. Somehow, by any means necessary, I’m going to need him to do that to me again before the sun comes up. One time was not enough.

CHAPTER FOUR

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