Page 17 of Sinners Retreat

His hands find my hips. He grips my love handles as he guides me backward until my legs meet the edge of the bed. I sit, and only then does he pull his mouth from mine so that he can kneel in front of me. He lifts the hem of my shirt, nipping and licking the sensitive strip of skin just above the waistband of my shorts.

“Let me grab a condom,” he whispers over my skin.

“I’m allergic to latex,” I say. “If you’re worried about kids, I have an implant. If you’re worried about STDs, I suggest not seducing random women you meet at airports.”

A low laugh rumbles out of him. “Fair point.”

His fingers work to unfasten my shorts, and I’m glad I chose to venture out sans belt tonight. Every second without his mouth on my skin is torture.

He slides my shorts down my legs and gazes at my black lace panties with a look that turns my insides to molten lava.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers against my thigh.

Men often say these things in the heat of the moment, but it’s usually a desperate attempt to keep the woman engaged so that they can get off and get out. But Ezra’s voice drips with sincerity and awe.

“Are you leaving your glasses on?” I ask.

“Take them off and miss seeing any of this? Absolutely not.” He adjusts the tilted frames until they’re situated back in their rightful place.

Yeah, it’s a very good thing I’ll never see him again after tonight, because I could see him becoming a big problem for me.

“Take off your shirt,” he commands. “I want to see more of you.”

Happy to oblige, I grip the hem of my top and pull it over my head. A low groan of approval rumbles from his chest as he eyes my nearly naked body.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he says as he leans forward and bites my inner thigh. He uses just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasurable pain through my body. Then he stills and gazes up at me. “Can I tie you up?”

I’ve always been curious about bondage, but it’s not something I’ve ever tried. Considering my line of work, warning sirens should be howling in my head, but my pussy has turned off the alarm system.

I nod.

He stands, putting me at eye level with his erection. I didn’t feel any fear when he asked to tie me up, but seeing that thing up close has me a little nervous. I worry I’ll be forced to tap out the moment he puts more than half of that monster inside me.

I don’t have time to think about that, though, because he’s brought a bag to the bed, and now he’s binding my wrists above my head. Why does this man have a bag of ropes, and why do I hardly give a fuck as to why? He could be a fellow serial killer for all I know, and I’m his most willing victim.

“I can’t wait to play with you,” he says as he attaches the red rope to the post on the headboard. “You’re going to be my little toy tonight. Are you okay with that?”

“What does that entail?” I ask.

He grips my hips and pushes me up the bed so that he can crawl between my legs. “It means I’ll do whatever I want with your body. I’ll give you pain, but I’ll also give you pleasure. Can you trust me with that?”

I don’t imagine I have much of a choice, now that I’m bound to the bed, but honestly, the hint of danger is turning me on more than I could have imagined.

“I trust you,” I say as he drags his tongue across my thin panties.

“Good girl.”

Without warning, he grabs me and flips me onto my stomach. His arm slides under my hips, and he raises me until my ass is in the air. He pulls my panties to the side and bites my ass cheek, alternating between painful nips and gentle licks. I squirm against the restraints.

“Be still or I’ll have to punish you,” he growls.

His palm cracks against my ass, and I cry out. I feel the sting of his strike long after his hand moves away, but he soothes the pain by rubbing the warm skin. Fabric rips as he tears my panties away, and I’m almost upset that he’s just destroyed an expensive undergarment.

Then his head is beneath me. His glasses land on the bed, and all is forgiven when he says, “Sit on my face.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I lower my hips, trying to give him some breathing room so that he doesn’t suffocate, but it’s not enough for him. His arms band around my thighs, pulling me down until my pussy creates a vacuum seal with his mouth.

My mind goes blank as he laves my clit with warmth and pressure. An occasional groan leaves his lips as he devours me, sending heavenly vibrations through my core. I fight the urge to grind on his face, because I fear he’ll stop as punishment. The spanking I could handle, but I’ll die if he pulls his mouth from me.

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