Page 52 of Bolted

“Riley, are you ok?” I ask knocking on the bathroom door.

“Umm ya” she says, shutting the shower off. “I actually wanted to umm, talk to you. Could you go sit out on the couch? I’ll be out in a minute.”

My stomach turns. Talk? What does she want to talk about? Fuck, what if she’s going to move out? I stalk out to the couch and sit down, running my hand through my hair when my eye catches on the black silk piece of fabric nicely folded, perfectly centered on my coffee table.

Now I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I definitely put that away the morning after our handcuff endeavors, which means she pulled it back out. She had to have purposely put it out here, right? I hear the bathroom door open and before I can question myself further I grab the blindfold and put it around my head, covering my eyes before leaning back on the couch. I hear her footsteps approach me and a low giggle escapes her.

“What’s so funny?” I ask

“The blindfold was supposed to be for me, Sebastian.” She says as her hand reaches behind my head and unties the fabric. It flutters down to the couch and I’m left staring at Riley standing in front of me wearing a lace red bra and panty set.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, rubbing my hand down my face. “Don’t tease me Riley. I’m trying to give you space but we’re treading a thin line here.”

“I had my therapy session today,” she says.

Well that’s not where I thought this was going, I think to myself.

“I was telling the doctor about some of my concerns. I couldn’t understand how after what my hus…what Nate did to me.” She pauses.

I grab her hand and pull her down. She drops to her knees on the floor in front of me. I tilt her chin up when she doesn’t look right at me.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” I say.

She blows out a breath “I told the therapist about the other day. Not the whole thing,” she rushes out, “just the beginning when you carried me into bed and pinned me there. How the thought of you just taking me against my will made me…” she stops so I nod my head, eager to hear her say it.

“It made me wet, Sebastian. It was different than when he forced himself on me. The thought of you doing it turned me on. I thought there was something wrong with me. After everything that’s happened, how could I feel like that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you Riley” I say quickly.

“I know that now, and I don’t think I’m ready for full on sex yet but I also can’t keep pretending my body doesn’t feel anything when you’re around.” She says as her hands glide up my thighs.

My dick immediately hardens in my pants. Say the words Riley, I think in my head. I sit there silently begging her to say what I hope she is going to say while she stares at me.

“Tell me what to do Sir,” she says, looking up at me and fuck if I don’t have to stop myself from cumming in my pants right then and there.

“Unzip my pants little mouse,” I reply, unbuttoning my shirt.

She eagerly unzips my pants and my dick bursts free. This time I get to see her reaction and watch her as she licks her lips and looks back up at me.

“Lick it like you just licked your lips” I say.

She leans down and takes her tongue, licking from the base of my dick up to the tip and back down again before repeating this on the other side. Her mouth comes back over the tip and she sucks on it, causing me to hiss. I push her hair that has fallen forward out of her face and wrap all of it around my fist gripping it tightly.

“Suck,” I command and she does, moving her mouth up and down, sucking on her way back up. I guide her movements up and down faster, gripping her hair.

“You’re fucking perfect.” I praise her “Your mouth was made for my dick.”

She moans around me, her mouth so full I know she’s probably struggling to catch her breath but she doesn’t try to pull away. She’s so fucking perfect, she really is.

“God, you feel so good,” I groan out. “Hollow your cheeks sweetheart and relax your throat. Let me fuck this pretty little mouth.”

She moans again, relaxing her throat just like I told her to.

I pull out, giving her a chance to catch her breath and ask her, “You ready, baby?”

She nods yes and that’s all the confirmation I need before pushing her head all the way back down on my dick and holding her there while I brace myself with my other hand and thrust up into her mouth from below. Her eyes go wide and tears form in the corners but she doesn't try to pull away. A few pumps is all it takes before I’m spilling my load down her throat. I grab her and quickly pull her onto my lap.

“Did you swallow it all, little mouse?” I ask.

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