Page 66 of The Shadows We Keep

Her chest heaves, approval coming with a quick nod.

Threading the tail back through the buckle, my fingers race through the intricate steps to get her cuffs ready, but my patience snaps when her thighs rubs together. The shift grazes her thighs ever so slightly against the rough material of my jeans.

Fuck, this is taking too long.

I should have just grabbed the cuffs from the closet. Her small needy whimper breaks the little concentration I have left. Flinging the belt across the room, my eyes swing back to the vixen in my bed.

My hand shoots out across the intimate space between us, grasping her lowering wrists and shoving them back above her head, pinning them tightly to the headboard.

“Stay,” I growl into her neck, biting down carelessly before coating it with a with a warm lick to ease the sting. A hiss of pain pushes through her lips as her body trembles under me. My cock strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans, more than ready to slide between her slick folds. But that’ll have to wait; I don’t think she’s suffered enough for her teasing.

I’d never been jealous of an inanimate object before. That fucking pink vibrator she keeps buried in her nightstand almost went missing after the first time I caught her on camera with it. But the way she writhed against it with her hand between her thighs and the other tweaking her pierced nipples... I couldn’t steal it. The visual was better than any porn I could find on the internet.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen, little one?” I ask, my voice laced with craving. Though something deep in the recesses of my mind hopes she says no.

Her fingers tighten against the lip of the headboard, turning white at the knuckles.

I don’t wait for an answer. Quickly dropping to the mattress between her legs, I shove them wider. The scent of her arousal washes over me and I drive forward, the tip of my tongue running against the drenched fabric concealing her cunt. We moan in unison. If the day ever comes when I’m offered my last meal, I’d request Keira on a silver platter.

Rolling to the side, my fingers make quick work of sliding her panties off before pocketing them in my jeans. A small noise of protest comes from deep in her throat, but no words accompany it.

“Mmm, so wet for me, sweetness. Do you drip like this for your plastic toys?” I ask before giving a quick nip to her clit. A mousey squeak escapes her lips, followed by a quick shake of her head.

I didn’t think so.

I run the flat of my tongue from the tight ring of muscle we’ve yet to explore back to her swollen bud. Her hips jerk up and recede, warring between seeking more pleasure and running from it when it becomes too intense. I drop a heavy hand to her lower stomach and press two fingers against her weeping entrance.

Her groans of pleasure spur my fingers on as they work her cunt faster and deeper. My tongue doesn’t let up and I can feel her pussy gripping me, that orgasm she was so desperate for earlier climbing again. I shove my hips into the mattress, my cock hard as steel. My balls tighten but there’s no way I’m going to come in my pants like I’m tasting pussy for the first time.

Casting my eyes slowly up her naked body, I stop at those hands again, not where they’re supposed to be. I tsk at my sweet girl and pull away quickly, leaving her teetering the edge. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine with heated furry.

“What am I going to do with you, little one. You said you could listen and follow directions, but here we are again.”

Her nostrils flare with indignation, but that gleam in her eyes softens when she comes to terms with the fact I’m right.

“I’m sorry, it just—I just felt so good,” she pleads.

“I know baby and you were doing so well.” My hands brush softly up her calves to the back of her knees. I pull roughly, her light weight sliding down the mattress with ease until her center meets the bulge in my jeans. The little minx grinds against my shaft, and I swallow down the moan her heat easily pulls from me.

Our eyes lock and the corner of her mouth tugs slightly, she knows she’s playing with fire, but my girl isn’t a natural born submissive. She’s obstinate at every turn, but I can’t say I don’t like the challenge.

My lips descend, closing the space between us. Her neck falls back like I knew it would, granting me better access. “But you see, little one, only good girls get to come on my tongue. Bad girls who don’t listen, get stuffed full of my cock, and fucked hard for my pleasure and my pleasure only.”

She mewls at my threat.

She was seconds away from falling off that cliff and if I fuck her as rough and fast as I need right now, she won’t be able to stop herself from coming all over my dick. And she’s far from deserving that right now.

I reach between our bodies popping the button of my jeans and her eyes zone in on my fingers. Dropping the zipper slowly, allows my throbbing cock reprieve from its tight confines. Our bodies are so close my knuckle glides against her slick slit, the deep intake of air she just sucked in confirming how sensitive her pussy is.

“Take it,” I demand.

Her eyes fly back to mine confusion setting in.

“Put those pretty little hands on my cock, sweetness, and make me come all over that needy pussy.”

She doesn’t hesitate, using one hand to stroke me. The other disappears lower, finding my heavy sack.

“Harder,” I growl, and this time she listens. Taking a quick beat to gather her juices on her own fingers before coating my shaft and doubling her efforts.

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