Page 89 of See You Sometime
She had to lick her lips. Around them, the opening bars of Hozier’s “Cherry Wine” started. “A knife?”
It was her favorite thing, knife play.
Well, after orgasms.
And after snuggling with him.
Even though he hadn’t brought up the subject of marriage, and she knew his opinion on it from the night he’d freaked out, she was okay with that.
They were together.
Hewantedto be with her.
The hand on her ass dipped, catching the hem of her sundress and lifting it as his nails raked up, hard, through the fresh welts and bruises branding her flesh as his. A hiss of pleasure escaped her and she felt the insides of her thighs grow slick.
“Maaaybe.” The smile widened. He surprised her when he lifted her sundress all the way up, off and over her head, then reached out and discarded it on a nearby lounger. Both hands cupped her ass, nails digging in while she undulated against his denim-clad thigh.
Now she knew she wasn’t getting off any time soon. He would wait and dangle knife play over her head, a literal Sword of Damocles. If she got off now, no knife play.
If she let him tease and torment her until then, he would do that to her.
Now she understood why he hadn’t made her come when he’d paddled and caned her on the bench in the living room.
Bob emerged from the pool house, his arms full with a heavy-looking plastic tote, and headed back into the house.
Axel’s gaze had flicked his way before returning to her.
“How badly do you want it, baby?” he softly asked.
“Badly, Sir.”
He released her ass and pointed at the pool deck. “Show me.”
At first, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly, but there was no mistaking what he wanted.
Practically delirious with need and definitely sinking deep into subspace again, she dropped to her knees right there and unfastened his belt, his jeans, worked the zipper down.
Sought her target.
She swallowed his cock until her face was pressed against his jeans. Her hands slipped behind his thighs, holding on. She softly moaned when he buried his hands in her hair and actually fucked her face. Not a blow job, but a good, hard, deep face-fucking.
One long, continuous happy moan floated from her as she didn’t even try to keep up with him. Eagerly sucking and licking, she closed her eyes and thought maybe she’d died and gone to heaven. He was hard, too, like he always got just before he climaxed, meaning he’d been even hornier than she’d gauged earlier.
Way hornier.
“Take it, girl,” he whispered. A soft, happy squeal escaped her when his fingers dug into her scalp and he buried his cock deep down her throat. She swallowed, the salty-sweet taste of him filling her senses. His body tensed, Axel breathing heavy before he finally eased his grip and started stroking her hair.
His cock softened in her mouth but didn’t get completely soft. A fact she noted as she gently started sucking on him again. If she had even a snowball’s chance at getting a second one out of him, she’d eagerly take it.
“Good girl.” He let her do it for another minute before tapping her on the head. “Enough.”
Reluctantly, she released his cock from her mouth after one last, lingering kiss on the tip. Then she carefully tucked him back into his briefs and refastened his jeans and belt, kneeling, waiting.
* * * *
Axel hadn’t been sure he’d be able to go through with that, but with them virtually alone, he knew he had to try. It was on her list, for him to use her where and how he wanted, even at a party. He had the at-home using down pat, but now he needed to build his confidence away from home.
Baby steps.
