Page 50 of Sinful Skulls
I latch the leash to the collar, and gently tug upward on it, forcing her to look at me. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Am I going to find you wet?”
Her breathing picks up, but this time she answers instantly. “Yes.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.”
She blinks rapidly as she analyzes the determined smile on my face.
Oh, I’m gonna make you come.
I drop the leash between her breasts, then I fall to my knees to strap her ankles and her wrists. When I strap the vibrator to the chair, pressing it firmly against her perfect pussy, she tries to push against it, silently begging me to turn it on.
“So impatient,” I scold, palming her breasts roughly in my hands. She winces but her head falls back, and it’s clear she’s enjoying it.
When I stand, her eyes trail me.
“Did you enjoy sucking my cock this morning?” I ask, staring down at her.
It’s just like turning on a light switch. “Yes, sir.”
A rush of pleasure zips up my spine. She submits to me so fucking beautifully, that for the first time I know what the phrase “made for me” really means. Daisy was definitely made for me.
When I bend forward and reach between her legs to turn it on, she sucks in a breath, bracing herself. “Don’t forget to use your safe word if you need it.”
She looks confused. I’m sure she can’t imagine why she would need her safe word for this, but she’s about to find out. Her eyes drop to the vibrator placed perfectly between her gorgeous thighs.
“What’s your safe word?” I turn it on low.
“Apple,” she whispers.
Within seconds, she comes.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, turning it off.
She’s breathing fast and heavy as I grab a chair and place it in front of her. I lower myself onto it, and then click the power button again, but this time I turn it up a notch … or three.
Her head falls back, and her muscles tighten as she comes again.
I rub my hands over her spread legs, watching as she struggles to catch her breath, but I don’t turn it off. She stares at me, and I know it won’t be long before she comes again.
“You’re trying so hard to control it, aren’t you?”
Her eyes narrow, and it makes me chuckle.
“When we play, I’m the one who controls your orgasms.”
Her eyelashes begin to flutter, and I know she’s so fucking close. I shut it off right before she gets there.
A groan leaves her throat, and fuck if I don’t love it. I reach for the leash and wrap it around my fist, then I turn the vibrator on high.
“Oh fuck,” she says, squeezing her eyes closed.
When the vibrations don’t stop, her eyes fly open. Those beautiful hazel orbs beg me to shut it off, but I don’t. I won’t. I want to watch her fall apart before my eyes.
