Page 27 of Deadly Little Sparrow

He has the bungee cord around my wrist, and my arm wrenched behind my back before I even have time to make another lunge for him. I grunt as he uses the leverage to bring me to my knees.

“Fuck,” I pant, torn between keeping the game going and begging him to suck me, fuck me, use me, do whatever the fuck he wants with me as long as it ends with his cum all over me and his marks tattooed onto my flesh.

“I win,” he crows, grabbing my other arm roughly and tugging it behind my back while he ghosts his lips over the back of my neck. The light touch of his mouth raises goose bumps over my skin, the hair standing on end and my nerve endings tingling for something more. Something more grounding. It’s as if he can read my mind, trading the barely there kiss for the sharp sting of his teeth.

I hiss and my balls tighten, my body tingling and aching with need from my nipples to my cock. With my hands secured behind my back again, he circles me, towering over me with a frightening amount of power. Not because he has me out here in the woods, tied up, and unarmed. The power he has over me runs so much deeper than that. He was right earlier—there’s no limit to what I would do to please him. He has the power to destroy me. But I don’t think he will.

The same sense of calm that washed over me last time he had me on my knees like this rises up inside of me again. Sparrow cups my jaw and bends down so we’re face to face, bringing his lips to mine in a kiss that’s somehow violent and tender at the same time, and I go slack for him, following his lead, offering him all of me without needing to utter a single word.

His moan vibrates inside my mouth as he kisses me deeper, tangling his tongue with mine as he eases down onto his knees too, carding his fingers through my hair and devouring my lips like both our lives depend on it. My lungs burn and my muscles quake with the suppressed urge to thrust against him, to climb on top of him and rut until we’re both sweaty and spent like two animals in heat.

But I hold myself still, letting go of the daily weight of always needing to know what comes next. Sparrow can jerk us both off or he can get up and leave me bound and alone miles from home, and I’m not worried about which one it will be. The mental release of handing that power over to him is a physical relief too. I sink deeper into him, focusing only on what I can feel. The moisture of the earth beneath my knees making my pants damp, the refreshing breeze rippling against the bare, overheated skin of my chest, the chafing of the bungee cord around my wrists, and the high of his hands and mouth on me.

He sucks and licks my lips, tugging my hair with one hand while the other explores underneath my open shirt. My tie is still around my throat, loose but silky soft in contrast to the sharp bites Sparrow starts to trail from my jaw to my collarbone and back again, drawing strangled gasps from me with each one.

He grabs my tie and tightens it until the knot is snug but not restrictive. The teasing suggestion that it’s even up to him when and how deeply I drag in my breaths is enough to set my insides on fire, whimpers and pleas trapped on my tongue. But why would I beg when I already know that every cell in my body belongs to him in this moment? My pleasure belongs to him, it’s his to give or to keep for as long as he wants.

The release of another weight I’ve been holding shudders through my body. My cock throbs so hard, a hot, sticky burst soaking my briefs, that I’m not sure if I came without meaning to. A moan rattles in my throat and another tremor racks my body.

“Jesus, Xav,” Sparrow murmurs with something jarringly close to reverence in his voice. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He winds my tie around his fist and pushes me onto my back. I topple easily, unbothered by the discomfort in my shoulders with my arms locked behind me in this position. He tugs my pants and underwear down around my thighs and my cock slaps against my belly, hot and hard. Either I didn’t come or even my erection is completely under his control right now, willing to stay hard until he’s had his fill.

The smell of grass and dirt surrounds me, tapping into that primal part of my brain again. But as soon as Sparrow climbs on top of me, his familiar scent drowns out everything else. His bare cock drags against mine and the feeling of his smooth, hot skin has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling inside my shoes.

The parts of my brain that were holding me still at his command are short circuited by the weight of him on top of me and the dizzying feeling of his erection against mine. I writhe and whimper helplessly, bucking to meet his thrusts with wild abandon. Sparrow digs one hand into the soft ground beside my head, panting against my lips as he humps me with the same desperation that’s unraveling me from the inside out. His other hand stays wrapped around my tie, twisting it little by little, tightening it around my throat the same way pleasure is spiraling tighter in the pit of my stomach, clenching around my balls like a vice grip.

I gasp as the silk constricts around my windpipe, each breath a little harder to drag in.

“You’re so perfect,” Sparrow praises me again in between tongue-heavy kisses. “So beautiful, so strong, so fucking good for me.” Each one of his purred words vibrates inside of me. “You’re mine, Xaviaro,” he growls, and stars dance behind my eyelids. He snaps his hips faster, rutting against me harder and more desperately. “And if anyone else ever touches you again, I’ll break their fingers one by one. Mine.”

That final rasped word is more than I can take. My lips part on a silent shout, not enough air in my lungs to actually make a sound as my body convulses and the heat inside of me explodes. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t do anything but look up in awe at Sparrow as the realization punches through me that I absolutely would kill and die for him. Every pulse of my orgasm is so intense it feels like it might actually kill me as I paint his cock with my release.

Sparrow isn’t far behind me, tugging my tie loose so I can suck in a gasping breath and then burying his face in the crook of my neck before he starts to tremble and moan through his own pleasure. Our cum mixes, soaking our skin and the clothing we never bothered to remove, both of us breathing heavily long after we’re drained and exhausted.

He sags against me eventually, his hips still twitching every so often with the aftershocks of his orgasm, while I sink into the soft, hazy place only Sparrow seems to be able to take me to.

I’m not sure how long we lie in the middle of the small forest with his negligible weight pinning me to the ground, letting our breathing slow and the night air cool the sweat on our skin while he presses his lips softly to the tender skin around my throat. All I know is that eventually my senses and my thoughts start to return, and it’s much less jarring than it was last time.

“You okay?” he checks, easing himself off me and helping me sit up.

I nod, unable to find my voice just yet as I continue to muddle through the relaxed, fuzzy feeling clinging around the edges of my mind. He unties my hands and steadies me as I get to my feet. He picks up my gun and tucks it back into its holster for me before leading me through the trees.

It felt like I ran a mile through the woods, but I must have been going in circles because the walk back to my car is a short one. I didn’t take the time to appreciate the view earlier, so I take it in now. Sparrow must have the same thought because instead of ushering me into the car, he nudges me to sit down on the hood.

Even the ability to protest the treatment of my pristine girl is absent for the time being, so I sit down and lean into him, taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with crisp air that doesn’t smell like exhaust fumes and garbage.

“This is my favorite place in Wildcliff,” Sparrow confesses. “Have you ever been up here?”

I shake my head. I’ve lived here my whole life, but I didn’t even know this existed.

“How’d you get up here without a car?” I find my voice to ask.

He chuckles. “Borrowed a neighbor’s.”

The way he says it, it’s obvious it wasn’t something the neighbor had any knowledge of. For some reason, that just makes me like Sparrow even more. He’s a spitfire. He’s unpredictable and exciting. He’s chaos to my order, and maybe I should be worried about how much I already need him, but it’s too late. He’s in my veins and under my skin, and no matter what happens next, I’m already his.

Chapter 10

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