Page 68 of Stutter

The freshly tatted image of me, head bowed, hands bound above my head, black wings on, breasts out and nipples hard, kneeling before him on his chest gleams at me from above. I can see the faint lines of my usual fishnets and I know that’s what I must have looked like the night he took me to Room Seven at Inferno. I soared when I saw it, honored he chose me to be inked on him forever, wanting to kiss all over it, but afraid to mess up the healing process.

This must be what it felt like for Jonas when he saw his number tatted on my ribcage. He wanted to touch it so badly, but I kept pushing his finger down, shooing him away. Now, he always rubs his thumb against it before playing with my breasts and always kisses it before going down on me.

“What is it you need from me for you tojustbe a good girl and warm my cock, Siren? Hmm? It’s a simple task - I feed you my cock and you keep it warm like the perfect littlecocksleeveI know you can be.” The aggravation in his voice makes my heart plunge.

I want to tell him to fuck my face. To please,pleasefor the love of God to fuck my face. I whimper around his length instead.

He bucks his hips, slowly, letting me take more of him in until he softly hits the back of my throat and I swear I feel it like he’s in my pussy. My clit tingles and I’m aching to play with myself. But I’m not allowed. Something he’s been doing since our night at Inferno is he ties my wrists behind my back and then gives me a task to focus on to keep from freaking out. I also know he’s doing this to keep my mind off Jonas. He retreats, settling again and I follow, laying my head on his thigh. He pets my hair, and I promise myself to do better…

But then I swallow again and keep my smirk to myself.

He slams his book shut then places it on the end table and puts both hands on either side of my temples, fingertips in my hair, lightly pulling. It almost feels like a scalpel massage, sending tingles everywhere and pumps his hips once, twice, so irritatingly slow, I have to clamp my thighs together. My eyes involuntarily close and I moan. Angry, brutal Maverick is to die for but Maverick slowly teasing me is like the eye before the storm.

“My greedy girl. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, my cock past your tongue and in your throat?”

I’m afraid to nod but I do it anyway.

He pulls out of my mouth, and I whimper again at the loss of him. “Stand, Siren.”

I do. I’m naked, save my knee-high socks and his silk tie around my wrists. I need to buy him more of these. He leansforward, hands on the back of my thighs, my sex now at eye-level to him but he pushes his nose into the trimmed curls of my mound and inhales. I watch a shiver race through him as he sits straight, hands curling in on the fleshy part of my inner thighs and he pulls outward, spreading me open from behind.

“I cansmellhow wet you are. Is that what holding my cock in your pretty mouth does to you?”

“Yes… sir.”

He hums pensively, looking at me over the frame of his glasses that sit on the end of his nose. “Do you think, you could warm me with your slick pussy and not move an inch?” he pulls back, letting go of my thighs and sitting back, a king of torment on his throne.

“Yes.” It’s a lie.

We both know it.

One large hand grips his length, jutting it out toward me. It’s so thick and beautiful and veiny and it looks so fucking strong. I almost too quickly climb into his lap. He brushes the fattest part of him across my wet clit over and over again until I quiver and then he gently guides me down. I moan happily, practically keening at how fucking good he feels stretching me.

“Shhh, Siren. Rest your head on my shoulder and relax your gorgeous pussy around me… That’s my sweet girl. All the way down,” he growls when I’m fully seated to the hilt, his balls are firm against my ass, and I purr for him. His arms go around my waist and he lifts his book and opens it again. “Now, the plot is…thickening. I need you to be very still while I finish this chapter. For every chapter I read without you squirming, I’ll give you one fuck.”

I sigh, annoyed but content to play his game.

“Don’t give me that. You know why I do this, don’t you?”

I shrug against him, snuggling my face deeper into his neck, one of his warm hands on my back as he rubs soothing circles up and down to the small of my back, then down my ass, caressing in the best ways, kneading my cheeks, growing harder inside me.

“Because I’m the only one allowed to clip your wings.” He rasps.

It’s an ominous feeling, one smoothed away by a kiss to my shoulder before he leans back further into the cushion. I feel so safe.

As safe as one could feel with their hands tied behind their back and a dick stretching their pussy, anyway.

Minutes pass by, with my professor deep in my cunt, his scent in my lungs, his warmth radiating through me and I’m floating away into sleep, feeling so weightless when I feel this first pump of his hips retract then push into me.

Yesssss.

Soon it’s another thrust along with another kiss to my shoulder.

On the third, he licks my clavicle and sucks, licking away the tenderness, eyes still on his page.

On the fourth, the hand on my ass finds purchase around to my other hip, pushing me down when he goes up. I squirm with that one and it earns me a spank. I spread my thighs a little farther, hoping my needy clit will rub against him, getting friction and he figures out what I’m doing all too soon. A dark chuckle escapes him.

“Smart girl.”

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