Page 51 of King of Justice

“But we already had real conversations,” I protested. “Or did you forget our weekend in the storm?”

Taking the first step upstairs, she chuckled. “I’m serious.”

“Do you have a problem with phones?” I asked as I followed in her steps.

“I have a problem with your face!” she giggled.

Upstairs, I gently grabbed her wrist and tugged, pulling her into my arms. “What about it?” I whispered.

The smile vanished from her face as I pressed her against me, her eyes gazing deep into mine. “I hate it,” she whispered. “It makes me do stupid things.” She paused before nudging her chin up and to the right. “Bedroom’s that way.”

“Oh.” I smiled and leaned in, planting a quick peck on her lips, tasting the familiar peach. “I was gonna forget.”

“What?”

Pulling out the lip balm I had found from my pocket, I held it up between us. “I brought this to give it back to you.”

Grabbing it, she grinned and slid it back into my pocket. “I want you to keep it for when I’m not around.”

Without warning, I picked her up, claiming her lips in another kiss as I led her toward the room. We stepped into the dark, and I noticed that the drapes were closed. “Lights on?” I asked before pulling her to me once more, gentle and unhurried.

Drawing away, she flicked on the light switch and giggled, throwing herself back into my arms. “Why not?”

Wordlessly, I lowered her onto the mattress, my eyes never leaving her face as I hovered on top of her. I wanted to drive her crazy, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Given that she had ignored me for two weeks, avoiding all of my texts and phone calls, I wasn’t about to give in to her.

Not right away at least.

She’d come crawling back more, and I intended to make her wait a little. So, I got up off the bed and ignored her whimper. When I reached into my pocket and took out a pair of handcuffs, her eyes widened in surprise. I jumped back onto the bed and crawled over to her. I pressed a quick kiss to her parted lips and lifted her arms up over her head.

Once the cuffs were secured, I gave them a firm tug and smirked. “Much better.”

Sophie blinked. “This is interesting.”

“I’m just getting started.” With that, I reached into the same pocket and pulled out a blindfold. “You don’t get to come back to me after two weeks and expect me to be waiting for you.”

“Nathan I—”

I pressed a finger to her mouth and shook my head. “I don’t want excuses.”

Wordlessly, I tied the blindfold over her eyes and watched her squirm. Slowly, my hands traveled down her body and stopped at her feet. I kept my eyes on her face as I peeled off her trousers. When I tossed them over my shoulders, my hands moved to her button-down blouse, and her heaving chest.

She was clearly enjoying my punishment.

My fingers moved to the top of her blouse and flicked open a button. Little by little, I undid all of them, her whimpers and moans of protest reverberating inside of my head until I slid the blouse off of her shoulders, revealing the plain, cotton bra underneath. Then my hands moved to the back of her neck. I cupped her face in my hands and lowered my lips to hers, tasting that familiar peach again.

I grabbed the waistband of her cotton panties and Sophie lifted her hips up off the mattress, a low noise escaping from the back of her throat as I pulled them off. I wound my fingers through her hair and tugged on it until it fell in loose curls around her face. When I was done, I stood up and removed her blindfold in one quick move. Through hooded eyes, she watched me kick off my shoes and peel off my socks. Her eyes darted down when my hands went to my belt, and I flicked the buckle open. Slowly, I pushed the trousers down to my feet and kicked them away. Sophie’s tongue darted out to lick her lips when my hands moved to my shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time.

She squirmed and struggled against her binds. “I want to touch you.”

I tossed my shirt over my shoulders and lowered myself onto the mattress. “You will, but not yet. I’m going to have my fun first.”

Using my tongue, I traced her body, starting from her earlobes till I reached her navel. She tried to wrap her legs around my waist, but I stopped her with a chuckle and a wag of my finger. Still, she was persistent. So, I positioned myself in between her legs and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs.

Her heavy breathing echoed in the silence of her room.

When I reached her pussy, I used two fingers to push the folds open and blew. She bucked and gasped, my name escaping her lips. Immediately, I dug my fingers into her sides and pushed my tongue in between her wet folds. She tasted sweet, and all the blood immediately rushed to my groin.

I swiped back and forth, lapping her up and trying to get my fill of her while she writhed under me. She kept calling out my name and begging me for release, and it was like music to my ears. When her pulse quickened, and her breathing changed, my hands moved up to her chest, cupping her breasts over her bra.

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