Page 121 of Enticing the Fixer

“Yes, Sir.” She giggles and runs to the bed. After she crawls into the middle of the mattress with her ass wiggling high in the air, I sigh.

Jax. Thank you. I love the open crotch of the costume. I owe you one.

When we get done. That’s the first message I’m sending out. I climb onto the bed. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Safe word. If you feel uncomfortable, I want you to say it.”

“My safe word is red. Now get on with it.” Her pupils are so large that I can hardly see the colors of her irises.

I position her arms and legs on the bed. Her hands slide over her thighs and into her apex.

“Wench.” I grab the offending hands and wrap them into leather straps.

“It’s about time.” She rubs her thighs together.

“Not so fast, love.” I snatch her by the ankles and fasten them down as well. Her eyes widen as her nostrils flare. Fear or passion?

“Please.” The whimper in her voice reassures me that she’s still enjoying the game.

When she’s splayed in front of me, I crawl up her body. “This we can’t have.” I grab both sides of her top and rip the center apart. “Such beautiful breasts. All tight and swollen. Ready to be sucked.”

I place my lips over one and cup the other. She whimpers and strains against the restraints. Now, this is better. I can drive her to distraction, and she can’t do anything about it.

“Leo,” she moans my name. “Don’t stop.”

“We’re just getting started.” I clasp the blindfold over her eyes and slip between her thighs. The sweet scent of her sex makes my mouth water. I could spend the rest of my life ravishing her. And I might. It’s not like I need to make more money. I have enough. I could spend all day eating her out.

I twirl my tongue over the tight nub, and her fingers curl into fists. “Please….”

“Please, what?”

“Please make me come. I ache so bad. It feels like I’m on fire.”

I slip my tongue along the seam of her lips, and her shoulders quake. “That’s it, Baby.” I want her to come undone. With each flick of my tongue, her moisture floods my mouth, and I’m not stopping until the mattress is coated in her juices.

“God, yes!” She cries out as the first wave of orgasm hits.

I slip two fingers inside of her sex and press down on her abdomen while striking her G spot.

“Oh, my God… Yes. Please, don’t stop.” With each lash of my fingertips along her tight muscles, her walls convulse over me. Each quake is music to my ears. But it’s not enough.

I reach over and snatch the dual stimulation vibrator off the end table and turn it on.

“What are you doing?”

“Flying you around the world.”

“Oh, God,” she moans as if she’s resigning herself to a night of endless pleasure.

I smile and slide the dildo end of the sex toy into her pussy until the puffs of air are blowing against her clit, and the vibrations pulsate against her G spot.

“Oh, God, no,” she whimpers, and all her muscles tense.

“Oh, God, yes.” I trail my fingertips up her abdomen and pinch her nipples, tugging on the tight, round nubs.

“Fuuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes. Oh, God, yes.” Her body bucks and strains against the restraints.

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