Page 88 of Fearless Sinner

She’s sitting naked on the bed, blindfolded and her hands bound behind her with a silk scarf. I would normally use chains but because she mentioned Nathan chaining her up, I shoved that idea away. I don’t want to do anything to her that reminds her of that bastard.

I certainly don’t want her thinking about him when she’s with me.

We have two more nights left here in Saint Tropez and I want to make them count.

I saved up this idea for tonight because I wanted to test her throughout the week just to see how freaky she would get with me.

“I want to see you.” She shuffles, trying to look around to see where I am.

I like watching her search around for me and the way her breasts bobble when she moves. I’d do this all over again just to see that.

“You’ll see me soon, lass.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is low and sexy, just the way I like it.

“Whatever I want. You owe me one more favor, wife. I’ve been saving this one up.”

“Okay, then I’m all yours.”

I cup her face and she leans into my hand. Her small face reminds me of a cute little forest creature. Almost like a pet. A very exotic pet in the shape of a beautiful woman who’ll do anything I want and fulfill any desire I crave. Whether she truly wants to or not.

I get the feeling, though, that, like me, she wants what I want and will do what I want because there will come a time when we won’t have this. These moments between us are amplified by that insatiable need we feel for each other.

I kiss her lips when she straightens and feel up her breasts as she presses her body into my chest.

I move down to her legs and spread them apart so I can see her pretty, pink pussy.

I nuzzle my face between her thighs and nibble on the smooth skin there, making her moan. But the true moans come when I start licking her pussy, when all she can do is take what I give her.

She can’t reach for me like she usually does when I eat her out, and she can’t place her hands out to balance herself.

“Oh my God, Cillian. It’s too much.”

“No, that means I need to give you more.”

I do, and Chloe falls back on the bed in a beautiful symphony of pleasure-filled moans, writhing against the sheets and my tongue lapping up her pussy.

She arches her body up and I get the perfect angle to push my tongue deeper. Then I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, my magical move that works like a charm every single time on her. This time is no different to the hundred times I’ve done this to her, so she throws her head back and screams my name.

But this time I know she feels more pleasure because I can see it.

Like a madman obsessed, I’ve memorized her body like I’m studying for the finals of my life. I know every inch of her. What she likes and which special places to touch to bring out the best orgasms.

Now that I have her where I want her, it’s time to play another game where she gets to explore my darker tastes.

While she shudders in my grasp, I pick her up and set her on her knees. I position her hands so that she can balance herself better and she turns her head to face me.

“I think I’m going to fall over.” She bites back a smile.

“Don’t worry. If you fall I’ll make sure it’s on top of me. Then you can fuck me.”

Her little mouth parts and I can imagine her eyes widening like they do whenever I shock her with my dirty words. I get the feeling I corrupted this good girl and pulled her over to the dark side to be with me.

“Ready for me, lass?”

“Yes.”

Always yes for me. I can’t even remember what the word no sounds like on her gorgeous lips.

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