Page 120 of Deacon

I run one hand to the inside of her thighs. Her head falls to the side, her lids closing. Lashes dark as coal rest against her cheeks.

I want her, forever. Nightly, daily. In every way, in every moment.

“Open your legs for me,” I say, voice hushed.

She eases them apart, just enough so I can undo the strap. I set it aside and dip my fingers into her sex. Soft wetness envelopes my fingertips. A moan works its way out of her. I slide in deeper, to my middle knuckle.

And she drips. Fuck, she drips down my hand.

I bend in, drawing my wet hand from her body, and bite her thigh. It sinks beneath my teeth. She gasps, her hand falling on my hair and fisting. I grip her wrists, putting them both behind her back, and hold them there.

I release the soft flesh of her thigh. She whimpers. Head empty, I lick over the mark I left and give her another, biting into the silky skin. It’s not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make my pupils blow and my head buzz. I drag my mouth away from her and pick her up, carrying her to the bed.

She gasps, hair spread out, as she falls back.

This is what I need from her tonight—hot, dark lust.

She cries out when my teeth sink into the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her spine arches off the bed. I keep her down with a hand between her breasts.

“No, you take it,” I breathe. “You wanted it, little whore, you take it.”

She moans, whimpering.

I slap the curve of her ass. “What do you call me?”

Her lips part. “Yes, daddy.”

I drag my tongue over the bite mark, up to her cunt. It’s soaked. I run my nose over it, dipping my tongue into her cunt briefly. She’s sweet, like nothing I’ve ever had before. I need her pussy all over my face, in my skin, running down the back of my throat.

“Take your clothes off and lay in the middle of the bed,” I whisper, mouth still on her pussy. “On your stomach, arms behind your back.”

My tongue drags over her soaked cunt, and I withdraw. I don’t look over my shoulder to make sure she’s obedient. I know she is.

In the dresser, I remove three lengths of soft black rope, shears, and a velvet bag. When I return to the bed, she’s laid out in the center, her curvy ass on display. I take a step to the side, taking in the sight of her cunt tucked between her thighs. It’s bare, lightly flushed, dewy with arousal.

My cock is heavy in my pants, so sensitive that I feel every step I take. When I woke up this morning, I got off in the shower, but seeing her in that slip makes me feel like I haven’t come in weeks.

I brace my knee on the bed. She flips her head to the side, dark eyes wide.

“Will it hurt?” she whispers.

“No,” I say. “Not this.”

I take the rope and start binding her arms behind her back. This is a gentle tie, running up her arms with triple lengths at each anchor point. When it’s done, it crisscrosses down her arms and stabilizes over her chest around her breasts. I slip my hand beneath and ease her up so she’s sitting on her heels. Her soft curls fall down her back,warm in my hands as I gather them up and braid them down her back.

In the velvet bag is a handful of little black roses made of silk. One by one, I work them into her braid, tucking the last behind her ear. She keeps quiet, being such an obedient girl for me. When I’m done, I lean in to kiss her nape. A shiver goes down her spine.

“Why put flowers in my hair?” she whispers.

“Because I’m about to give you the most disrespectful fucking you’ve ever had, and I want you to feel beautiful for it,” I say. “Remember when you’re gasping for air and begging like a whore that I can be gentle.”

A soft blush moves over her cheeks. I kiss the underside of her jaw, where her skin is like silk.

“Stay here,” I say. “Don’t move.”

She nods once, breathless. I go to the fireplace and shut it off, turning the lamp beside it on. Then, I draw the metal cover over it and reach into the opening between it and the wall. When I built this house, my room was designed to turn into a playroom if needed. Tonight, I need it.

I draw the mirrors from both sides and latch them in the middle. They come up to my waist and go all the way to the floor, covering the entire hearth. From the closet, I take a kneeler and set it out.

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