Page 88 of Serving the Maestro

“You’re supposed to tell me if you want me to hold off.”

“Hmmm.” She pursed her lips and pretended to consider that. “Maybe. Still...”

I swore as she picked up one of the strawberries, my entire body going tight as she let it hover above my skin. But instead of stroking it over me, she took a bite of it, then dipped it in whipped cream and brought the sweet fruit to the swollen tip of her nipple.

Eyes locked on her hand now, I stared, enraptured, as she circled the hard point, over and over.

“Let me go,” I demanded.

“No...that’s not how this works.”

“Will you let me go?” I tried. “Please?”

“No.” She ate the rest of the berry, selected another, and treated her other nipple in the same delicious manner.

“You look like the best damn dessert I’ve ever seen,” I said, my mouth watering to taste her. “Let me lick you.”

“You’re not very good at following orders, Trent.” She licked her fingers, one by one, then reached for another berry.

“Oh.” Her lower lip pushed out in a fake pout. “All gone. None left for you.”

“You’re the dessert I want. Let me have you.” I looked at her eyes first, then slowly, deliberately, and lowered my gaze to her cream-slicked nipples, then lower. “I want to lick up all that whipped cream...everywhere.”

Her breath hitched, but she still gave me a teasing smile. “I’m not ready to untie you, though.”

“Then bend over me and let me do it that way. You can straddle my face, and I’ll eat your pussy like that. Just come here.”

A noise that might have been a whimper, might have been a moan escaped her, but then she was bending over me, hands braced on the headboard as she let me taste her nipples, the cream adding to the sweetness.

But I wanted more, wanted to feel her shuddering with climax. “Let me lick your pussy, Jazz. Climb up here...please, baby, let me.”

She whimpered, body shaking. But she did it, and the taste of her was addictive. She shoved her fingers into my hair, rocking against me as I licked and sucked. Instinctively, I pulled against the bonds, wanting my hands on her, but the restraints didn’t give. It didn’t matter because she was already trembling, already on the verge of climax, and I’d barely touched her.

Her thighs tightened. Her body shuddered.

My cock pulsed, aching to be inside her.

But this, licking her as she rocked against my face and took her pleasure? It was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.

And when she came, then collapsed against me, the only downside was that she still had me restrained, so I couldn’t hug her against me the way I wanted.

Fuck. I was starting to need her in a permanent kind of way.

THIRTY-TWO

JAZZ

“What?”

Trent shook his head, but he was still watching me with that smile on his face, a large mug of coffee cradled in his hands.

“You’re going to make me self-conscious if you keep staring at me like that,” I said. When he chuckled, I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out. That got me another laugh.

“You’re lucky I have to head into the studio today,” he said, finishing up his coffee. As he slid from the stool, he checked the time. “Otherwise, I might spend all day sitting here and staring at you.”

“You lead the most fascinating life, Trent.”

“I know. Staring at this gorgeous woman I’m seeing.” He winked at me. “She’s amazing. She’s got this...glow to her. I think I want to write sonnets about how beautiful she is.”

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