Page 99 of Reckless King

With a desperate little cry, she splays her hands on my chest to push herself upright, forcing me to release my hold on her. “I’m going to come, Tate,” she says, rolling her hips. “I’m so close.”

The sight of her—cheeks pink, lips parted—makes every one of my nerve endings coil tight. “Make a mess of me, Violet. I want to be covered in you.”

With a final erratic jerk, she starts to tremble. She screws her eyelids shut, but I’m not having that. I grip her hair at the back of her head, startling her eyes open again.

“Look at me, butterfly. Look me in the eye as you come rubbing your needy little clit all over my cock.”

Her pupils blow wide, and her mouth drops open on a long moan as her body shudders against me. She keeps going as she rides out her orgasm. When it finally wanes, she sags against me.

I take her mouth again, demanding, claiming. But I need more. Heart pounding, I grip her hips and pull her up until she’s hovering over my mouth. Her pussy is soaked from rubbing against me and from her orgasm. Fuck. I want every last drop.

“What are you doing?” Her breathy question is almost inaudible over my pulse pounding in my ears.

“I want all of you tonight.” I lick my lips and drag her down.

“Oh my god, Tate,” she cries out as I press my tongue against her clit. When I flick it, her body jerks. “I can’t. It’s too soon.”

She should know better by now. I flick again, then suck. Despite her protest, she clutches the headboard and widens her legs to allow me greater access. There’s my good girl. She trusts me. Knows I’ll always look after her. Give her what she needs.

She whimpers as I drag the flat of my tongue slowly up her sex. When I reach the swollen bundle of nerves at the top, I give it a flick. Then I start over. It only takes a few more swipes before she starts to tremble. When I draw her clit into my mouth and stroke it hard and fast, she sucks in a harsh breath and her thighs shake. An instant later, her arousal coats my lips and chin.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I pull her down and roll out from under her so she’s sprawled, boneless, on her stomach. One hand splays across her back, then smooths down over the mounds of her ass. There’s no stopping the urge to give one ofher cheeks a sharp slap. She moans in response, and my cock grows even harder as her skin turns pink.

With both hands, I spread her, being sure to brush my thumbs against the tight little pucker. “I’m going to fuck you here one day, butterfly. I’ll fill both holes. One with my cock and one with a toy. Make you come so hard you’ll pass out. I’m going to claim you everywhere, beautiful. But not tonight.” I drag my thumbs farther down, spreading the lips of her sex to reveal her dripping entrance. On a groan, I dip the tips of both of my thumbs into her. “Tonight, I’m going to fill this beautiful little cunt up.”

She turns her head to the side so she can watch me over her shoulder. “Yes,” she hisses. And fuck if it doesn’t drive me crazy that she wants that too.

I want one more thing from her tonight. I haven’t asked before because, although I love pinning her down and fucking her, I love her hands on me even more. But tonight, pure primal desire pumps through my veins. “Can I restrain you, butterfly?”

She blinks at me, a sweep of dark lashes over pools of blue. “Do you mean sh-shibari?”

I smile, even through the need that’s threatening to drown me, as an image of that first night at Onyx flits through my mind. “No, not shibari. I want to tie your arms. Just with neckties. No ropes, no restraints. Just enough that you can’t make the pleasure stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispers.

My heart swells at her trust in me. I get off the bed and grab two ties. If I had proper restraints, I could tie her legs as well. But this will be more than enough.

“Don’t move.” I wind one of the ties around her right wrist. It’s just tight enough to hold if she tugs a little. Then I wrap the other end around her left wrist. I make quick work of using asecond tie to loop around the one stretching between her wrists, then I tie it to the headboard.

Her breaths are coming deeper now.

“Still okay, butterfly?” I ask.

She nods, her eyes fixed on me. “Do I need a safe word?”

I lower my head until my lips hover over hers. “It’s stop, butterfly. The word is stop.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be something I won’t accidentally say?”

“Not for this. The minute you say stop, that’s what I’ll do. Got it?”

After she’s given me another nod of understanding, I trail my finger down the dip of her spine and over her ass, closing my eyes and inhaling sharply as her muscles tremble under my touch.

Then I open my nightstand and pull out an item I bought just for her. A magic wand, like the one she seemed intrigued by as she walked past the windows at Onyx.

I switch it on, then slide my arm under her hips and pull her up so she’s on her knees, with her ass in the air. With her arms stretched out in front of her, she’s forced to keep her chest flat on the bed. Like this, her beautiful pussy is bared and open for me.

I run the buzzing head of the toy over her swollen flesh, eliciting a startled gasp from her. Her thighs tremble as I move it back and forth, getting it slick with her arousal.

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