Page 46 of Falling

“I’m telling you,” she says between bites, “there’s no way that something that contains carrots and nuts can have this many calories.”

“Keep dreaming, Randolph.” I’m one to talk. I chose a fat piece of chocolate pie for dessert.

“I don’t care what you say; this stuff is to die for. Besides, why eat salad if it’s not so you can have cake after? I mean, no one voluntarily lives on roughage.” She pops another bite in her mouth. She clamps her lips around the fork and pulls it slowly out of her mouth. I’m at half-mast just watching the show. “What time do we need to leave tomorrow?”

I calculate the time in my head. It’s a solid ten-and-a-half-hour drive to Austin from here. The snow started again a little while ago, so I doubt we’ll make great time getting there. If we can get somewhere that is about halfway, I’ll be happy. There are only two ways to get there. Either way, we should be good.

“How about we aim for seven? The sun should be up by the time we’re done with breakfast.”

“Perfect,” she says, pushing away from the table. “That gives me just enough time to do very nasty things to you and still get plenty of sleep.”

“Very nasty, huh?” I just went to full mast.

“You heard me, Winsloe. Now get on the bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I don’t have to be told twice. Pushing away from the table, I head to the bedroom. I sit on the end of the bed to wait for further instructions.

I used to tease Rand that his sister would make an amazing dominatrix. He was never amused by that observation. It still made for an amazing fantasy. Hopefully, that fantasy is about to become reality. What can I say? I like a woman who takes what she wants.

“Let’s see what you have in this thing,” she says, carrying my duffel into the bedroom. “Take off the shirt,” she adds. I pull it over my head and toss it on the floor. She digs through the bag. “Rope!” Her eyes gleam with glee. “Lay down with your arms over your head.”

I lay back and raise my arms over my head. No one has ever tied me to a bed before. Trust was never a thing with a one-night stand. The last thing I wanted was for housekeeping to find me the next morning naked in a bed.

Truth is, I bought the rope with Geneva in mind. She pulls out a length of yellow. With surprising proficiency, she has my arms secured to the headboard in minutes. I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Rand taught me all his sailing knots. I practice when I get bored.” She shrugs. “Now, what to do with Peter Winsloe.” Her nails stroke down my chest to my abs. I can’t stop the shiver that races up my spine. “He’s been such a bad boy teasing me all these years.” I might be in over my head.

Her hands land on my waist. Slowly, she unhooks my belt and pulls it from my belt loops. When it’s free, she loops it so the ends are in one hand. I watch in fascination as her other hand traces the leather to the looped end. Then she cracks it. The noise echoes around the room.

“Geneva,” I warn.

“Did I say you could talk?” The belt slaps gently against my chest, but I jump anyway. She drags it down until it snakes between my legs. Her fingers pop the button of my jeans open. I hear every tooth of my zipper unlock one by one. “Shall we see whose name is on your cock tonight?” My jeans are slid from my legs.

“Yours. Always yours,” I groan.

“Do I take your word for it, or do I find out for myself?” She eases my boxer briefs from my body. “Geneva. Very nice. You need a reward for being such a good boy.” Her lips close around the head of my cock, and my breath catches in my chest. “Mmm,” she hums. The vibration goes straight to my balls.

My belt is looped over my cock. I close my eyes, waiting for whatever sweet agony she has in store for me. I’m wrong. Her mouth draws on my cock as she pulls the belt slowly. When the end hits the floor, she slides until I’m pressing the back of her throat.

The tingling in my spine begins. I focus on tamping down the need to come back down. It’s no use with her pouty mouth working me.

“I’m going to come,” I warn. Her lips pop when they pull off me.

“No, you’re not,” she says, stabbing me with her emerald gaze. “Not until I tell you to.” She stands to pull something from the bag. As hard as I strain, I can’t lift my head far enough to see what it is. The bed dips, and she’s straddling me. “How bad do you want me?” she asks.

“Fuck, Geneva,” I moan. “I can’t think of anything I want more than that sweet little pussy. It consumes me.” I’m rewarded with a smile as she slides the belt around my throat. I don’t even care anymore if she kills me with it. I just need to feel her fucking me more than I need air.

“Beg, my dirty boy,” she purrs.

“Please, Geneva.” The belt tightens as she rises to her knees. Inch by inch, she sinks until she impales herself on me. She takes a couple of trial bounces. Then I realize what she’s had in her hand this whole time. It’s the small bullet vibrator I bought her. It presses against my rim as she leans back on top of me.

“Geneva,” I beg again. My body sizzles as she seats the vibrator where she wants it. “I’m not going to last.”

“You’ll last until I say differently,” she snaps. The belt tightens a little more. I can breathe, but I’m starting to feel a little light-headed. Her hips grind up and back as she rides me.

I can hear myself whimpering, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. There’s nothing I’d want to do anyway. I’ve never been brought to the edge like this.

Her breathing becomes shallow as she chases her orgasm. I’m teetering on the brink of oblivion when she shouts at me. “Now, Peter.” I come harder than I ever have. Somehow, I’m still on the bed but also floating above it. Geneva looks like an angel and temptress rolled into one as her head snaps back in ecstasy.

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