Page 10 of Possession

Maybe even how much I could.

She wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue and pulled the ends of the tie tighter, picking up speed as she went. I sucked in a breath and linked my hands behind my neck. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been yanking her closer and shoving my way inside. I was viciously aroused, the head of my dick a deep red bordering on purple, a drop of pre-cum hovering at the tip. It lingered there, so near her lips that I was a twitch away from orgasm. But she didn’t ease my torment. The balm of her mouth wasn’t what she had in mind.

Instead, she tied the tie in a loose knot at the base of my cock, shutting off the blood flow and making me growl.

“Nothing fancy today.” She sounded breathless. “Just an easy way to keep you from coming.” Her lashes lifted and fell a couple of times in quick succession as she eyed my hard-on. “You were too close, and I want a show.”

“You want me to masturbate for you,” I gritted out.

She nodded and slid back under the bubbles. Then she lifted one foot and braced it on the edge of the tub. “I’ll return the favor.”

“But I can’t fucking see. All the goddamn bubbles.”

“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Carson. Such language.” She trailed a hand over one of her breasts, traveling lower to pinch one rosy nipple so it poked through the water. “You have an imagination, don’t you?” Her other hand disappeared under the water, and I bit back a groan. “Use it.”

I stroked myself because I had no choice. That restrictive band was staving off my climax as she’d planned, but it was also ratcheting up the pressure to the point of insanity. My balls felt full and tight, and every jerk of my hand slicked my own wetness over my thick shaft. I hissed as she cupped her breast, bringing it out of the water just enough for me to salivate at the sight of her taut nipple, peeking through her fingers while she squeezed.

Over and over.

The water sloshed gently between her thighs from her hand’s movements and the rush of the jets. Now and then I’d glimpse a slice of skin or a flash of her thin bracelet, letting me know she was keeping her end of the bargain. Not that it even mattered. I was in such agony from just the sight of her touching her breast and my impending orgasm that imagining her with her fingers inside her pussy was too much. Sensory overload.

“I’m close,” I warned.

Some part of me was already starting to retreat.

This was a kind of vulnerability I hadn’t expected. I couldn’t even fully see her bringing herself pleasure, and here I was trussed up, on display.

Athermercy.

My hands weren’t bound, and I definitely had full range of motion, but being so close to release when she hadn’t had one—and when she could watch me so carefully, like a scientist with a lab rat—made me want to rip off the tie and plunge into the slick heat between her legs. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. I didn’t do this kind of thing for anyone.

I was in control at all times.

Except I wasn’t. Not with her. And now she’d proven it.

Then she flexed the foot still propped on the edge of the tub and lifted up again, sloshing through the bubbles until I saw her fingers disappearing into the recesses of her body. Her lashes fluttered and her lips parted, offering me a look at her pink tongue caught between her teeth.

I recognized her expressions when she was close to climaxing, and she was almost there. A deep pink hue darkened her cleavage and the apples of her cheeks, and her hand was working hard.

I wanted to lap up the wetness she’d made. Totasteit.

But if I couldn’t, she could.

“Put your finger in your mouth,” I grated, my voice a rumble that competed with the jets. Her eyes popped open, sleepy and bright with impending orgasm, and she withdrew her fingers, trailing them up her torso to her mouth. Playing up the moment to the hilt, she slipped two inside and sucked.

The shaky hold I’d had on my release shattered.

My hand pumped, so fast that groans tumbled from my throat. One after the other, tangling together. I sounded like a wounded animal as I jacked myself to completion. Even the constriction of the tie was no match.

With my other hand, I tugged the knot free just as the dam burst. Hot ropes of liquid shot over my flexing fingers. I couldn’t contain it all and didn’t even try. I just grabbed hold of the edge of the counter and tried to hold on while my body erupted.

As soon as I finished, I reached for Grace, hauling her out of the tub. “Mine,” I growled, shoving her hand away from her pussy. “I make you come. No one else. Not even you.”

She started to argue, and I clamped my mouth down on hers to cut her off. I hoisted her legs around my waist and turned us toward the bedroom, not caring one bit that she was dripping all over the floor. That kind of thing only mattered when I didn’t have a warm, willing woman in my arms, writhing against me as our mouths fought for dominance. The damp ends of her hair tickled my shoulders, and her mouth was a fever on mine. Her nails scraped the tops of my arms, scoring through my shirt, and the hot press of her breasts was mind-erasing, I’d never known such want.

Grace. All Grace.

I strode across the large master suite and dumped her on the precisely made bed. The sheets rucked up around her hips as she scrambled for purchase. I grabbed a pillow and lightly pinched her hip. “On your stomach.”

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