Page 90 of Perfect Praise

High heels clack toward us, and Locke’s eyes flicker over my shoulder where Allie, Lydia, and Locke’s eye-fucker must have appeared.

Maybe she’s eye-fucking him now, but his gaze doesn’t stray from my face for over a second.

He kisses me below my ear. “What’s that about?”

“Nothing,” I say breathily as his tongue swipes over my skin and creates goosebumps down my arms. “Or nothing that I really care about. Besides, I’m happy. You make me happy.”

Fuck, this woman.

I don’t love her… right? But I love her.

She smiles at me deviously, on her knees on the floor, as she knots the rope around my left ankle tight—tighter than I thought she was capable of tying.

Instinctively, I’m fighting and pulling against the restrictiveness of it, but I’m so fucking turned on, and my brain is rolling on Maren ecstasy.

She stands, proud of herself, and lets her eyes rove every inch of my naked body. My cock twitches when Maren bites her lip in thought.

Her green eyes sparkle. “Comfy?”

“Touch me, baby,please,” I plead, jerking my arms against the black ropes tied to this canopy bed that I’m now incredibly thankful for. “Anywhere.”

I’d take my pinky toe right now.

She shakes her head. “Not yet.”

I lift my head as she reaches behind her and slowly unzips her dress. My desperate dick is in the way, so I have to keep craning my neck to watch her undress.

The navy fabric puddles to the floor, and I impossibly get harder at the sight of the purple hickeys dotting her inner thighs.

She rubs a light circle over one with her thumb then trails her fingers up. “These are yours… to ruin over and over.”

“Maren,” I groan when she slips her long legs out of her thong. I’m going to overdose and die on her, tied to a bed and strung out on my own personal drug. “I’ll be lucky if I’m the one who ruins you.”

Because look at her. Russell Ashe sure as hell didn’t.

She holds out her right arm and drops her underwear at her side, then repeats the motion with her bra.

When she’s fully naked, I smile. “Now, be a good girl and come sit on my face.”

Her lips part slightly to suck in a breath. Her abs and thighs contract. My words fluster her, no matter how much she’s trying to hide it, but every millimeter her body moves is like a zap to my nerves. I wouldn’t miss it if her eye twitched.

“Why don’t you be a patient boy,” she coos, climbing onto the bed on her knees. Her index finger lightly traces up my calf. “I’m enjoying that I have Locke Hughes tied to a bed. There’s something about this feeling—having the number one golfer in the world at my mercy.”

“I’ve always been at your mercy, Maren. You can pretend all you want that you haven’t had all the power this entire time. You’re the princess, like I said.”

“Queen,” she corrects me.

“Qu—fuck,” I pant, fighting the restraints when her tongue swipes around the head of my cock just once. This game is everything and more, so I drop my voice and play back. “You’re a slutty tease is what you are.”

Maren grins and breathes on my aching dick, “I think you just bring out a little something extra in me.”

“If I could move my arms,” I say, making the bed creak, “the only sounds you’d be making would be choking on my cock.”

She raises her eyebrows in a challenge. “You’re going to let a little thing like ropes stop you?” Then she climbs off the bed to pick up her thong that I kept wet all night. “Do you want your trophy?”

I nod vigorously, because I already see where she’s going with this, and I want the taste of her on my tongue so fucking bad. Now I wish I would have made her come earlier multiple times, soaking it even more. I’ll remember next time, because whenever she wants to dominate me, I’m all in.

She’s back on the bed, knees between my legs, and stuffing her wet thong into my mouth without a second thought.

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