Page 30 of Cookies and Control

“Perfect,” Rocky breathes. “Every part of you.”

“And mostly, your heart.” Bull’s fingers trace down my spine. “We’ve been fools, fighting this for so long.”

A metallic clink catches my attention—not sleigh bells. My eyes dart to Rocky as he reaches beneath one of the throw pillows on the couch and keeps the item he retrieves out of sight.

He takes my wrists. Cold metal and fur draw my attention as he binds me with handcuffs.

“You said you wanted handcuffs.” Rocky has a wicked grin.

Bull grabs something else from under the cushion—black satin. A blindfold. He positions it over my eyes, tenderly tying it behind my head. “I said I’d be the fantasy man you deserve.”

I’m guided gently onto the soft blankets. My heart races as I try to anticipate their next move. My trust is fully in them as I’m laid down.

Rocky’s hands, firm and confident, lift my arms above my head. Meanwhile, Bull’s strong grip spreads my legs, his body settling between them. The warmth of his breath tickles my inner thighs, sending a wave of anticipation through me.

There’s nothing I love more than being at their mercy. Didn’t I say something to that effect when I was teasing them at the sex club?I want someone who will take total control.

The sudden hiss of an aerosol can makes me flinch. A cool, foamy substance lands on my belly and is promptly licked off as the scent of sweet cream fills the air. Spray cream.

Bull sprays me again—this time my collarbone. It tickles.

“She’s already wiggling,” Rocky says, his voice laced with amusement.

Bull chuckles, his hands tracing patterns in the whipped cream he sprays on my chest. “Wait till she feels what’s next.”

Rocky leans in, his breath hot on my skin. His mouth closes over one breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple, licking off the cream. I gasp, arching my back as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.

“Even sweeter than I imagined,” Rocky murmurs, moving to the other breast.

Bull’s hands caress up and down my thighs. “Look at this Christmas feast.”

Rocky hums in agreement, his mouth still busy with my breasts.

The impossibility of knowing where they’ll touch next leaves my skin practically on fire.

Bull drags his finger through my wetness, a slow, deliberate tease that makes my hips buck. The slurp explains why he takes his finger away, leaving me wanting even more.

“I’ve gotta get undressed, make sure this slut’s greedy little pussy is ready for me to stuff it full of cock.”

His words are crude, degrading, and they take my breath away as he plays out the fantasies I asked for. A surge of heat rushes through me, pooling in my core and between my spread legs.

Rocky shifts, pinning my cuffed hands between his knees. He leans down, planting soft kisses on my forehead, trailing them down my neck. Each touch of his lips sends a spark of electricity through me. He takes his time moving lower, kissing each breast reverently.

I arch into him, desperate for more. He chuckles and moves onto my belly.

When he finally reaches my sex, he doesn’t hold back. He devours me, his tongue lapping up my wetness and flicking my clit.

The sensation is overwhelming, pushing me to the edge almost instantly. I buck against his face.

The room fills with the sound of my ragged breaths and the wet, sloppy noises Rocky makes no attempt to quiet as he eats me out. It’s filthy and raw, and I love every second.

Not being able to see heightens the sounds, the heat of his body over mine, and his masculine scent.

An orgasm coils tightly, threatening to snap. I want to savor every sensation, but I can’t. I tremble under the assault of his tongue, the gentle brush of his clothes over my hardened nipples, and I splinter like never before.

I see stars. I hear angels.

What the heck? He’s gone. “Wait! Don’t stop.”

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