Page 93 of Whistleblower

Bunching up the tie of her robe, I hold it to her mouth and she immediately clamps down with her teeth. “There you go,” I say. This time it’s a wet smack between her thighs, and she whimpers into the cloth when my fingers contact her clit. “Too much? Say the word.”

She spits out the gag. “What word?”

“You know the word, baby,” I say with a smile on my face because I know without a doubt, Eden’s not even close to calling, “Whistleblower.”

“Oh, that word,” she moans. “Again.”

“Stubborn girl,” I say as I smack her pussy again, this time I follow up by slipping my finger into her dripping slit. Throwing her hips backward, she tries to pull me deeper. She’s unsatisfied, so I give her another finger and fuck her with my hand with primal aggression. I can feel her walls clenching around my fingers trying to hold them tightly in place.

“I’m so close… Please.”

There it is—my favorite part. I could take or leave the spanking and the angsty fucking, but the begging gets me. Fuck, I love her begging for me. Her pleasure is mine now. It comes from me—only me. Only when I give the command.

Facing her headboard on her hands and knees, she can’t see me shake my head. Her overflowing arousal causes a squelching sound as I rip my hand away. “Not yet.”

“Liiiiinc,” she whines as she slams her fist against the mattress.

Grabbing her by the hips, I flip her over and spread her thighs, allowing my tip to slide across her swollen clit. Sick of the teasing, she tries to grab my cock but I’m too quick. I grab her wrists in one hand and pin them over her head before dragging my tongue all the way from her neck, over her left tit and nipple, down the divot in her abdomen. “All you have to do is say the safe word and I’ll make you explode.” I blow on the wet trail I left, enjoying how she shudders.

She brushes her hair out of her face. Her long hair is wild and frayed, damp from sweat. I’m really impressed, for nearly an hour now, Eden’s let me drive her to the edge and dangle there. She’s a feisty little thing, forfeiting her relief because she refuses to throw in the towel. She’s stronger than I am. If the roles were reversed, I’d be bellowing “whistleblower” at the top of my lungs while drenching her chest with my cum.

She shakes her head at me with a sexy smile, but I know I’m slowly wearing her down. Releasing her wrists and hooking my hands under her knees, I push her hips up so I can wedge my tongue between her ass cheeks and drag my saliva all the way to her clit. I suck on her little button until she’s writhing like she’s in agony.

“Just say it. Say the word and you can come all over my tongue, baby.”

“I don’t need the safe word,” she wails. “Just your permission.”

Trailing kisses up her belly, then nibbling at her nipples one at a time, I finally make it to her lips. I stare at her, my eyes level with hers.

“Why are we doing this, Eden? Why do you like when men are rough and controlling with you?”

Wrapping her small hand around the back of my neck, she pulls me closer. “Not men, just you.”

“Why?”

“Am I safe with you?”

“Of course you are.” I stroke the top of her hair with a tender touch. “I wouldn’t just kill for you, Precious, I’d die for you too.”

Grabbing my hand, she places it against her chest so I can feel the rough thuds of her heartbeat. “That’s why. Because it’s easy to be brave when I feel safe.” She bridges her hips so I feel her wetness along my length. “Now, I’m not saying the safe word. But I want to come, so tell me what you want in exchange.”

She tries to wedge her hand between our sweaty sandwiched bodies, headed for my cock again, but I stop her. I pull her hand to my chest so she can feel that our hearts are beating the same way—wild and erratic. She’s still as I stare into her glossy brown eyes, feeling a medley of emotions that shouldn’t mix together.

Rage-inducing jealousy over every man who had her before me.

A possessive ache for her to fully belong to me.

A desperate need to come already, and yet, a more urgent need to please her first.

“Eden, the closer we get, the more you’ll learn about me. I want to know that when you see the worst in me, you’re not going to run. I want you to stay with me.” Kiss. “Let me keep you safe.” Kiss. “Miss me when I’m gone.” Kiss. “Need me.”

She dodges my next kiss, her wide eyes unblinking. “Are you asking me to fall in love with you, Linc?”

“Maybe,” I admit, as the vulnerability washes over me like a blanket of worries. Is that what this feeling is? Love? This woman has no idea the power she holds because I’m completely at her mercy.

She shakes her head against the pillow and it tears me apart. I wish I could say that her flawless naked body, at my beck and call, is enough to satiate my craving. But it’s not. Fuck. Honestly? For the first time in my life, I wanted a woman’s heart too.

But what did I expect? I don’t have a heart to give her. How can I ask for hers?

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