Page 85 of So Wild

She was aware of her own irritation, her desire to tell him to fuck off, but the desire to do what he wanted, to pleasure him, was so much more powerful. She parted her lips and he slid into her mouth, hot and smooth. She moaned as she felt him against her tongue, clean and hard. Without prompting, she sucked him deep. After a few seconds, Scott gripped her hair and eased himself out of her mouth. “Steady on, darling, don’t go too hard, too fast. I’m pleased with you, though. You do that so well.”

A warm glow of pleasure washed over her, followed by the prickle of embarrassment. Who was she to get so turned on by this degrading bullshit? For a moment she considered saying ‘windowsill,’ but the call of her body was too strong. Scott moved down her body again, sliding his tongue between her legs and lapping at her with delicate purpose that said he was trying to get her off. She cried out, needing the pleasure to crescendo, but just as she was close, he pulled away, wiping his mouth. “I think we’re almost ready to go for it, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” Sam said, because she knew ‘oh my god, please just do me already, Galahad’ would just result in more edging.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Scott said. He knelt beside her again, stroking a hand over her hair. “There’s just one thing I need to know first.”

Christ, what fresh hell was this? Unless he wanted her to know he was a spanking fanatic, she was going to chew through her restraints and launch herself at him. “What do you want to know?”

Scott leaned back so that she could see the whole of his face and he could see hers. “I climbed through your window to see you tonight. Our lives and our past is complicated. I want to make love to you, more than anything, but only if you say you trust me to have sex with you right now.”

Sam’s stomach plummeted. Not thisagain? She opened her mouth to say yes, she trusted him for fuck’s sake, but something turned her words into, “Are yousureyou’re not a virgin, Galahad?”

Scott’s eyes were like black holes boring into hers. “I’m not joking, Samantha. I want you to say you trust me. I need to know you trust me before we do this.”

It was so easy. Three little words; ‘I trust you.’ She’d said sillier things than that. She’d told her high school boyfriend she loved him because she wanted to be mature enough for love. She’d told Nicole she wasn’t doing burlesque only for her to see an online flier a week later. She could trust Scott, he was funny and smart, he was nice. She liked him. She didn’t want this to be awkward. But when she opened her mouth, all that came out was, “I want you to fuck me.”

Her almost-lover lowered his gaze. “You can’t say it, can you?”

The hurt in his voice tugged at her insides, but it didn’t matter. She still couldn’t say it. “Sorry, Galahad. Maybe I’m just not the trusting kind?”

Scott ran a hand through his thick hair, making it stand on end. “I don’t believe you, but that’s fine. There’ll be no sex tonight.”

“Whoa, I wouldn’t go that far! What about—”

But her proposed work-arounds never had a chance to surface. Scott climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply as his fingers sought her nipples and tugged hard. She arched her back, trying to coax Scott’s cock to press harder against her pussy, but he pulled away. “You won’t get me like that, Samantha. I won’t make love to you until you can say you trust me.”

“Then let me go!” she demanded, knowing she was being petty but unable to contain her frustration. “Get out of here!”

“Not until I’m done.” Scott’s slid two fingers inside her, his pinky slipping down to toy with her ass. Sam gasped. She’d been so distracted by his impromptu trust-exercise that she’d forgotten how close to orgasm she was. As his hand moved faster, his thumb brushing over her clit, she pressed against him, enjoying the sensation of being bound and pleasured. “Scott, fuck me? Please?”

“Not now. I want you to come like this.”

“But sex?” Sam said, struggling weakly against his hold. “Please?”

“Not this time, Samantha. But there’s plenty of other things we can do. Matter of fact…” Scott got up and, to her surprise, pulled open her bedside drawer. He rummaged through it, shoving aside panties and odd socks. Sam watched, too surprised to say anything before he pulled out her dildo and held it to the candlelight. “Pink. And big.”

He didn’t seem at all daunted by that fact—if anything, he looked amused. Sam’s face burned. “Put that back!”

“No, I don’t think I will. You wanted sex, I’ll give you sex.” Scott knelt between her legs and held her toy inches from her mouth. “Get it wet for me, Samantha.”

A sharp pang of arousal turned her abdomen to stone. In that moment she wanted to be drunk, she wanted to be numbed so the sight of Scott Sanderson holding her dildo to her lips wasn’t so fuckingsurreal. She’d never believed you could be too aroused or too attracted to someone, but this was exactly that. She didn’t want everything to be so stupidly in focus. If she had to stay in it for much longer, she’d explode.

“Samantha,” Scott said, his voice low and calm. “I know you want to.”

She shook her head.

“You do. Your cheeks are flushed, your lips are swollen and your nipples are hard. You’re turned on by the idea but it’s embarrassing and maybe a little humiliating, but that’s okay. It’s just the two of us here.” He brushed the head of the toy over her lips, a touch of cool silicone. “Now, Mr Pink wants you to make him feel good and so do I, so just open your mouth andsuck.”

A clear path seemed to open in Sam’s mind, a way to see through the fog of all-too-realness. Feeling hypnotized, she opened her mouth, and when she sucked the ridged toy it still felt insanely, stupidly surreal. She sucked slow and steady, her eyes on him. She willed him to feel the pull of her lips on his own cock, even though he’d tucked it back behind his tracksuit pants.

At first Scott’s face was impassive, but he couldn’t maintain his disinterest for long. After a couple of pulls he withdrew the toy from her mouth, running the head of the fake-cock between her legs. “Do you think that if I hadn’t come to your window tonight, Mr Pink would have gotten a workout?”

“No,” Sam lied.

“I disagree. I think you would have fucked yourself, but you wouldn’t have been able to do it as good as I can.”

“I—”

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