Page 75 of Vow to Hate You

“Talie,” I murmured, attempting to keep my voice steady, “as much as I want a taste of you, I’m not doing anything until you let me go.”

Her eyes flashed with surprise before she covered it. With a shrug, she slid off me, getting comfortable on the mattress next to me. I brushed my fingers across the rope, snagging the end while resisting the urge to look up. I might be able to get myself out of this if she didn’t tie off the rope good enough.

“I’m not leaving this bed until I get what I want. Even if I have to do it myself.” She spun around until her legs were closer to my chest before spreading them, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. The thong was a scrap of fabric, barely covering anything, and a second later, she pushed it to the side.

I bit my tongue, my jaw ticking. No fucking way I was going to last with her touching herself in front of me. I continued messing with the rope while keeping my attention on her. She didn’t look away from me as she circled her clit slowly before pushing one finger into her pussy. A strangled groan left me, and I yanked again, not giving a shit that I was probably giving myself rope burn.

“Don’t you want me to untie you?” she taunted as she slowly rubbed her clit. “All you have to do is get me off.”

I muttered a curse, my eyes staying locked on her wet pussy. My trapped cock swelled painfully against the metal, yet I still couldn’t look away from her. Her finger was slowly circling her clit, and when a soft moan escaped from her lips, I lost any shred of control.

“Get your ass over here,” I demanded, desperation coating my voice.

She giggled breathlessly, continuing to touch herself. “Why?”

“Fuck, Natalia,” I grated out, jerking against the rope. “Sit on my fucking face.”

“That’s not asking nicely.”

I stared at her, my heart hammering. “You really don’t want to push me right now.”

Her eyes flashed with heated amusement. “Say please, Damian.”

She kept fingering herself, absolutely knowing she was driving me crazy. I shifted, the movement doing nothing to ease the pressure of my trapped dick. My stubbornness usually rivaled hers. But right now? There was nothing on my mind except tasting her.

I let out a gruff chuckle. “Pleasesit on me, wife. I promise I won’t come up for air until you’re soaking my face.”

She narrowed her eyes, hearing the promise of payback in my voice. But it wasn’t enough for her to stop all this. A second later, she sat up, and I clenched my jaw as she scooted up my chest. Just feeling her on top of me was enough for my hormones to go fucking haywire.

I sucked in a breath when she climbed on top of me, hovering right over my face. Fuck me, her scent had my cock straining painfully against the damn cage.

She situated herself around my bound arms, making herself comfortable before lowering herself down. A groan tore from my throat when my tongue met her already wet pussy.

One taste.

That was all it took. There was no other woman on this fucking planet who compared to her in any way. Something I’d already known. Tasting her only cemented the fact even more.

“I want you to suck on my clit,” she demanded, smugness in her tone. “You’ve already proven you know what you’re doing in the bedroom. Don’t disappoint me, Damian.”

I chuckled against her pussy. The way she challenged me in every aspect of our marriage only made my obsession with her grow.

My lips locked around her clit, and I sucked while swirling my tongue. Her moan cut through the silence as I writhed under her, my dick swelling against the cage. I wasn’t sure I’d fucking survive this. Her noises and taste were already driving me crazy, and she wasn’t even close to coming yet.

I sucked and licked until her legs tightened around my head. As much as I wanted to draw this out longer, there was no way I would last. My cock was already throbbing painfully. Once I had this damn cage off, I’d have her sit on my face again when I could take my time.

“Yes,” she breathed out, her hips rocking. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Her command had defiance bristling through me. This was the first time I’d ever been in a position where I wasn’t in charge. My emotions were far more mixed than I wanted to admit. I would never do this with anyone else, but this was Talie. If she wanted to be in control, then I’d let her. Not that I had much of a choice at the moment. I would do whatever she fucking asked when she was holding the key to my freedom. Now, I had first-hand knowledge on how my teasing must drive her crazy.

I grazed my teeth over her clit, earning a pleasure-filled cry from her. Twisting my wrists in the rope, my heart jumped whenit loosened slightly. Talie didn’t seem to notice as she continued to ride my face.

Studying her body language, I quickly found the pace she needed to climb to the edge. Each stroke of my tongue over her pussy only added to my torture. My body was desperately clawing for a release, and nothing I did was relieving it.

“Oh my God,” she screamed hoarsely.

Her thighs squeezed the life out of me as she came hard. I jerked against the rope, licking her pussy, relishing in her taste. It was fucking torture. The cage and being tied up. All I wanted was to bury myself inside of her. To make her scream even louder.

She scooted back until she was straddling my hips, her chest still heaving. My eyes trailed down her flushed face, halting on her pebbled nipples that were pushing against the sheer fabric of the lingerie. I bit my tongue, yanking against the ropes harder.

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