Page 31 of Devoted
“Follow,” I command, using the leather like a leash, tugging him with me.
I walk him over to the maroon and gold chaise lounge in the corner of the room, mentally patting myself on the back for having the foresight to make him lock the door earlier. Guiding him to sit on the soft velvet, I cup the back of his head with my hands and pull him toward my body until his chin makes contact with my chest.
From this position, Knight’s slightly glazed slate-colored eyes are all I can see.
“Do you want to undress me?”
“Yes, please.” He nods, and I can feel the stubble on his chin shift the fabric of my shirt and the thin bralette I’ve got on underneath.
“Untie my pants, pet,” I whisper.
His hands are on my hips, scrambling for the waistband of my pants when I order him to stop.
“No, no,” I tsk, shaking my head in disapproval. “With your teeth.”
A noise that starts as an exhale of breath but quickly becomes a deep growl leaves Knight’s lips as he breaks away and bends to tear at the drawstring of my sweats. His movements are frenzied. Forehead bumping into the underside of my tits and his nose smashing into my soft belly, Knight manages to unknot the string in a matter of seconds.
He cranes his head to smile at me with the tip of my drawstring between his teeth. How can this man be so fucking sexy and cute at the same time?
“Good boy. Now you can use your hands.”
Fingers inch into the top of my pants, a slow drag exposes parts of my thighs to the chill air of the room, but a lucky few spots on my belly and thighs are heated by Knight’s breath.
As he reaches my calves, I grab onto the hem of my crop top and lift it off my head. A laugh almost escapes me when I hear Knight mutter curses he thinks I can’t hear as he struggles to remove my pants and shoes. At least he’ll have a nice little surprise when he looks up and sees me in a bralette and panty set similar to the one I was wearing last night.
Finally getting me untangled, Knight tosses the offending pants, glaring at them like they’re his archnemesis. The angry look on his face quickly turns into an open-mouthed appraisal of my body when he looks my way.
“Fuck. Me.” He palms his cock.
“That’s the intent, yeah,” I snicker, resting my hands on my hips and giving him some time to take me in.
“Do I get to touch you?” he asks, and I can see the hopeful twitching of his fingers in his lap.
“Eventually. You need to answer a question first.”
“Anything,” he replies, but we both know that’s not the truth. There are things he’s hiding from me that I’m sure will come tolight one way or another. But right now isn’t the time to think about that, not when we’re at least making some kind of progress in truth-telling.
“Have you thought about eating my pussy?” Hooking a thumb into the fabric of my panties, I lower one side of the lace teasingly.
He tracks the movement like a starving animal hunting for its next meal.
“Daily, ever since I first laid my eyes on you. I dream about your cunt,” Knight admits, his voice lowering to a barely audible throaty sound. “Would you deprive me of my dreams, my queen?”
Stepping into his open legs, I crash my mouth onto his and take his bottom lip between my teeth with a rough bite. Knight whimpers into my mouth, and I swallow the sound before I soothingly lick the bitten flesh.
“Down,” I purr into his mouth as my hand lies flat on his chest, pushing him to lie down on the chaise lounge. Knowing he has enough mass and height on me that he wouldn’t normally budge with such a small push, yet he allows me to maneuver him so easily, has me growing slick between my thighs.
Once he’s lying down, I trail my nails along the side of his body, up his shoulder, and across his neck until I’m standing by the side of his head. I feel the heat coming off his stare as he looks at the wet little triangle of lace a few inches from his face.
Swinging a leg over his shoulders, I settle my ass on his chest as I sit, my thighs on either side of his face acting like earmuffs. Knight looks smug and relieved all at once, a man ready to accept his fate if my thighs were to smother him.
“Can I tell you something, pet?” I ask, playing with the lacy cups of my bra, exposing my pebbled nipples.
“Can you say it while your cunt is on my face?” Knight tries to lunge at my panties, but I’m quick to grip his hair and thrust his head back into the seat cushion.
“Be patient,” I command, keeping my hold tight on his hair. “Listen to what I have to say, and then I’ll feed you my pussy.”
His eyes twitch like he’s about to roll them at me, but he catches himself last minute.
