Page 54 of Butcher

I fucking loved hearing her panting my name. “Yes, Terror?”

“Please,” she whimpered.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Eh,” I said in a condescending tone. “Not quite what I’m looking for.”

She dropped her head back, staring at the ceiling. “Butcher,” she snapped, her voice hard, “you’re torturing me.”

“What an odd way to say keep going,” I teased. When she didn’t respond, I asked, “You really want me to stop?”

“I want to come!” she cried out when I brought the vibrator against her pussy again.

I paused, meeting her eyes. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!”

“Beg,” I said, grinning, “and I’ll make sure you do.”

She groaned. “Please make me come.”

“With my name.”

She gritted her teeth then muttered, “Please, Butcher, make me come.”

“That’s my girl.” I grinned at her. I pulled her nipple into my mouth again as I thrust my fingers into her pussy. Her sigh of pleasure was all I needed to know she was close. I slid my fingers in and out of her a few times before I bit down on her nipple at the same time that I clicked the vibrator to a higher setting. Her scream rattled the walls. It was a damn good thing Lock had made sure this building was insulated as hell or that might’ve woken up some of our neighbors.

Her legs trembled on either side of my arms. “Too much,” she moaned.

I eased the vibrator down to a lower setting. Once her breathing evened out, I pulled my fingers out, licked them clean, then gave her a wicked smile. “My turn.”

Her eyelids were half-lowered and I decided I liked this messy, just fucked, satisfied look she was wearing.

Standing, I moved between her splayed thighs and my hands went to my belt to unbuckle it. “Ready?”

“How am I supposed to do anything if I’m still tied up?” she countered.

“I only need your mouth.”

She shook her head, but a smile played over her lips and her eyes were glued to where I was pulling my dick out of my jeans. She was a woman after my own heart.

“Yes,” she breathed, and that one word had pre-cum spurting from my tip.

“Open,” I growled, and when she did, I slipped inside. My hand went to the back of her head so I could control the depth and pace. I had to be careful not to yank her too far forward because I didn’t want to dislocate her arms since her hands were still secured behind her. “Fuck baby,” I groaned. Her mouth was so hot and wet and damn, “you suck me so fucking good.”

She looked up at me, her gray eyes full of desire and I was a goner.

“Shit,” I hissed as I pulled out. I wasn’t going to come down her throat. Not this time. I needed to be buried inside her. This need to connect us together right before we went off to do something dangerous as fuck was building inside of me. I just didn’t know how to ease it other than sex. What else was there? I wasn’t normal. Not like the other guys. No woman would be my old lady. So this was all I had, but I’d take it.

I stood up and lifted her from the chair. “Gonna fuck you now,” I muttered as dropped her on the bed then climbed on, my knees straddling her.

“Untie me,” she pleaded.

“No. I like having you at my mercy.” I moved off her enough to flip her, grinning at where her hands were bound at the small of her back. Her ass was up in the air and she wiggled it, inviting me in.

“Goddamn,” I breathed. My dick was throbbing, and it was hard to think. I lined up, and in one thrust, sank deep.

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