Page 37 of Sold To My Ex's Dad

I stand, feeling his intense gaze on me as I begin to slip out of my clothes. Patrick watches appreciatively, his approval clear as his eyes roam over my body, tracing my figure in a way that I love, with total lust in his eyes.

"Absolutely stunning," he says, and I can't help but preen a little under his gaze. It feels good to be adored like this.

He retrieves another length of soft, silk rope from the drawer—an intimate promise in his hands. This one is a fiery red, quite a stark contrast to the black one he showed me downstairs. "You trust me?" he asks.

"Completely," I assure him, my voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in my stomach. He walks around me and instructs me to put my hands behind my back, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin as he expertly ties the ropes. Each contact sends a jolt of anticipation through me.

Once he’s finished, he locks eyes with me, his look intense. "You’re beautiful like this," he says, reaching around and securing the final knot, "completely open to me, yet still so strong."

I test the bonds, finding them snug but not restrictive—perfect. "Your turn to show me what you've got," I tease, a playful challenge.

He steps back, meeting my challenge with a smirk. "Oh, I plan to, don't worry. But remember," he adds, leaning close, his breath tickling my ear, "we stop at your request. Anytime."

I nod, his serious tone reassuring me further. "I trust you," I whisper back.

Patrick's smile turns tender for a moment before he shifts into a more mischievous mode. "Now, let's see how much fun we can have.”

He takes in a slow breath through his nose. “First. Get down on your knees.”

It’s awkward, but I’m able to do it. Soon, I’m on my knees in front of him, my legs tucked underneath me, my arms behind me. I grin as I stare at his erection, straining the fabric of his slacks.

“Don’t tell me I have to take that out without my hands.”

He grins. “I can help you out. But just a little.”

Patrick undoes his belt and zipper, and I’m practically licking my lips in anticipation. Finally, he reaches into his boxer briefs and pulls out his cock, hard and dripping with precum, ready for me.

I don’t need to be told what to do next. My instinct is to wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him to feel his hot, hard warmth. But I’m bound. Everything has to be done with my mouth.

I lean forward, flashing him a smile before kissing his head. The salty taste of the precum dances on my lips, encouraging me. I tease him a little before opening my mouth and taking his tip inside, wrapping my lips tightly around him.

God, he tastes so fucking good. I make a slow circle around his head with my tongue, and he groans with pleasure, gazing down at me with hungry eyes. When I’m ready to, I venture down further and further, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can.

I travel back up, then repeat, kissing and licking his tip each time I reach the top. It’s so freaking sexy having him stand over me, his powerful body on full display as I bring him close to orgasm. It was a little weird at first not being able to use my hands, but the more I suck him, the hotter it is to think about making him explode with nothing more than my lips and my tongue.

I don’t get the chance, however. Patrick reaches down and guides me over to the bed. When I’m near, he undoes the binding but holds my hands together, tying them to the headboard instead as I lay on my back.

He takes off his clothes, stripping down to nothing, his cock glistening from my work.

“You look so damn sexy like this, bound and ready for me. How do you feel?”

“Like I need you inside me right now.”

He grins, climbing over top of me.

“Not just yet. Not until I taste you.”

With that, he moves to the end of the bed, slipping his arms underneath me and guiding my legs over his shoulders, positioning himself perfectly to please me with his mouth.

He kisses my thighs and then my lips, the pleasure building and building by the second.

Finally, his tongue touches my clit, and I melt.

“Oh … Oh yes …”

He eats me with total relish, licking my clit and sucking my lips. His tongue occasionally moves from my clit, plunging inside of me, giving me just a whisper of a hint at how good his cock will feel.

His attention returns to my clit, and he’s guiding me right to the cusp of orgasm. My back arches and I prepare to let go, prepare to give in. When the orgasm arrives, it’s like a series of crashing waves that overwhelm me, making my whole body feel warm and alive.

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