Page 49 of Hell and High Water

“You mentioned ‘punishment’ before.”

“Yeah.”

“How would you punish yourself?”

“I mean, sometimes, it was just scouring my skin to wash off the feeling of the world. I don’t know. Sometimes, it translated into... other tastes.”

“Like sexual tastes?” I raise an eyebrow, running my nails sharply down his side, making him gasp.

“Yeah. Maybe…”

“Hmm. Like this?” I circle my finger around one of his nipples, pinching hard.

Tell’s eyes bug out for a second. “Yes.”

His voice is tight, clipped.

With a little laugh, I lean down, swirling my tongue around it, biting down suddenly, hard, then licking in the wake of the shocking pain.

“Fuck… more like that!”

His eyes darken, his voice going husky as he shoves me down onto the bed, pinning my wrists above my head in one swift movement.

My chest heaves with my sudden quickening breath, my pulse skyrocketing.

He eases down, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he mimics what I did, licking, swirling, then biting down, unexpectedly, just hard enough to make me cry out softly.

Pulling back, he stares at me, a question in his eyes.

“More,” is all I can whisper, arching my back and pressing my breasts up toward him. He does it again, taking my other nipple, ravaging me with a sharp bite, sending shockwaves down my legs.

“Mmm, what else?”

With a wicked grin, he lifts one of my thighs up along his side, bending it back until he can see my ass. Lighting fast, he lashes out with one hand, leaving a bright red mark on my ass cheek, the shining glow rippling through me.

“Yes… YES.” I lunge for him, trying to kiss him, to bite his lip. But he’s too strong, keeping me pinned at the wrists.

With a little growl of frustration, I twist in his arms, flipping over onto my stomach, shoving my hips up, wiggling my ass in the air. Suddenly, he’s up, off the bed, gone.

Before I can ask, he circles around, looping a silk tie around one wrist, lashing it to the bed frame, then the other side.

“Where did you…?

“Evan’s safehouse, remember?”

“He’s going to kill you for wrinkling his ties.” But it comes out as a laugh, a humming moan.

Without warning, Tell slaps my ass again, making me flex, clenching up and shivering through my core as I writhe on my knees.

Closing my eyes, it makes it more intense, never knowing when he’ll strike, never knowing where he is. Another. Another.

My aching middle is trembling, feeling the slick of my arousal soaking into my panties with every squirm. I’m about to start begging, desperate for him to touch me, when he tears my ruined underwear down, immediately replacing the fabric with his tongue along the folds of my aching sex.

“Oh, Tell!” I scream, nearly collapsing in ecstasy.

His tongue is fire on my skin, exploring my lips from behind, circling my apex and teasing my entrance with his fingers.

Tucking my knees in tighter, I spread myself for him, arching my back, pressing my chest into the mattress to give him better access to the place where I need him most. He laughs, that deeper, huskier laugh that makes my legs quiver, right before he slides one finger into me, bracing his thumb higher up, pressing against my star, making me tighten nervously.

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