Page 149 of My Sweetest Temptation

I placed my face against the scanner. The moment my eyes met the lens, a soft beep echoed through the hallway, and the door clicked open.

“Come on,” I said, stepping inside and motioning for her to follow, my pulse quickening.

As she crossed the threshold, Winter’s breath caught in her throat. The room was dimly lit, with rich, dark fabrics draping the walls. In the center of the room stood a sex swing, suspended from the ceiling. Surrounding it were various pieces of equipment and toys for pleasure. A king-size bed was positioned against the back wall.

“Oh… my God,” she whispered, taking it all in as she moved further into the room. “You have a sex room?”

I chuckled. “I haven’t used it in years, but I thought it was time to bring it back to life.”

Winter turned to me. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.” I stepped closer, our eyes locking. “And I want to share it with you.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I said, lowering my voice to a seductive whisper, “I want to remind you how exhilarating it can be to let go of all inhibitions.”

Winter bit her lip. “And the swing? Are you going to show me how it works?” The swing had a padded headrest for comfort and secure straps to bind her wrists and ankles. Beside it stood a sturdy stool, perfectly positioned for me. I intended to savor every moment and feast on her like my favorite buffet.

I stepped back, giving her a teasing grin. “Only if you’re willing to try it.”

She hesitated for a brief moment until she responded, “Okay. I’ll try it.”

Fuck yes!

“Good.” I walked over to the swing, gesturing for her to join me. “Just relax and trust me.”

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

“Get naked,” I told her as I unbuttoned my top, keeping my eyes on her.

“Wh-what? Oh, we’re doing this now?” she stammered, but underneath all that fear was curiosity and desire. She wanted a taste of my demon blood, and I wasn’t going to deny her.

“Take your clothes off, Winter. I’m going to fuck you on that swing.”

“Wow.” She rolled her eyes. There was my little firecracker. “How romantic.”

“I don’t do romantic,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, I know,” she muttered.

“Winter. Clothes off now. Or I’ll do it for you. I’m not a patient man,” I rasped, horny as fuck.

She looked up at me and slowly lifted her sweater over her head, exposing her white lacy bra. I groaned at the sight of her amazing breasts. She had a good C-cup going on. After tossing the sweater and bra to the floor, she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs, along with her white lacy panties. She tossed the jeans and sweater aside.

My dick grew harder as I raked my eyes up and down her body. Her olive skin was begging to be bitten and licked. I licked my lips, salivating at the sight in front of me. She was fucking gorgeous, and she belonged to me.

Her chest heaved up and down as I made my way toward her.

My hands moved to her waist, guiding her back as I secured the straps around her ankles and writs. I made sure she was comfortable, adjusting the swing to a perfect height.

“How does it feel?” I asked, stepping back to admire her legs spread wide and her pussy on display.

Winter looked up at me. “It feels…weird.” She chuckled with a hint of desire in her laugh.

I approached her again, my hands brushing against her skin as I leaned in closer. “Just relax and let the swing do the work,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”

Only wearing my slacks, I positioned myself beside her and wrapped one arm around her back and rested the other on her thigh.

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