Page 15 of Crazed

"Yes."

"But you still taste me on you?" I question.

She nods. "Yes."

"Lick," I order.

She takes a long swipe, and heat ignites my blood. Her tongue swirls the ball then traces over my fingers.

I start to slide it in her mouth, saying, "Open."

She obeys, widening her lips. The ball goes all the way in and then a panicked expression takes over. Her eyes glisten.

I hold one hand over the ball so she can't spit it out. With the other, I caress her cheek with the back of my knuckles and instruct, "Breathe through your nose while sucking on the ball. Let's do it together, dolce."

She blinks a few times, mimicking the deep inhales and exhales I make through my nostrils. Her body relaxes, and her expression calms.

"Good girl. You don't need to be scared of this, okay?"

She nods, and an uninterpretable sound fills the air.

I kiss her forehead then roll next to her, demanding, "Hold the gag and sit up."

She places her hand over it and sits with her back to me.

I secure the black leather strap then kiss the back of her head. I jump up and pull her on her feet.

She's a magnificent piece of art. Her blue eyes and pink cheeks, and those red lips around the black gag, are priceless. Tingles flicker in my cells, and I wonder for a moment how I'm going to hold back releasing inside of her.

Stay focused,I reprimand myself.

She waits patiently, not moving or taking her gaze off mine.

Something in me switches. It's like a light flicking on. Or maybe in my case, it's off.

All the things I want to do to her that others think belong in the dark.

But they don't.

And they're wrong.

My warped, sexually-deviant self takes over. I steer her toward the window and position her in front of it. The blinds are half-open, letting in bright lights from the midmorning sun.

I open the slats all the way then glance down at the sidewalk. It's a busy weekday. The city is bustling like normal. I let my eyes roam over the buildings across the street.

I turn toward Katiya and point at the window. "If anyone went to the glass, they could see us standing here right now."

She tilts her head. I don't miss the fear mixed with excitement glowing in her orbs. It would be the first time there was any possibility of anyone seeing us while doing anything sexual.

I cup her chin. I tease, "I'd have you face the window, but then I'd miss all the fun, wouldn't I?"

A mumbled noise that sounds like agreement fills the air.

"Then again, we have the hook I installed, don't we? I can turn you if I use that," I state.

A muffled, "Mm-hmm," comes from her.

I kiss her forehead, guide her a few steps back, then sling the rope in the air. It catches on the large hook I attached to the ceiling over a month ago.

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