Page 104 of What About Love

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good. Kneel.”

Awkwardly, she lowered herself to the floor, not realizing until now how much her arms played a role in balance. The hardwood was cold, not heated like the main club floor. She heard his footsteps as he moved again and sensed that he now stood in front before his hand curled beneath her jaw.

“There is the matter of repayment.” He slipped off the blindfold.

Angie blinked, squinting a little as her eyes adjusted to the light. T stood close, blocking the rest of the room. He’d stripped off his shirt at some point after entering the room. Bare from the waist up, his broad shoulders, brawny arms, and magnificent chest were on display. To say nothing of his abs, which were so close, she only had to lean forward an inch or two and she could lick every sexy ridge. T was all she could see, and all she wanted to at the moment.

He shifted slightly and something cool touched her nipple. Glancing down, she sucked in a ragged breath as she watched him circle the taut tip with a wooden nightstick. Having carried one exactly like it during her stint as a beat cop, she knew it to be a formidable weapon of self-defense. Like the handcuffs, as a prop in a scene at a sex club, her increasingly active and dirty imagination thought up all sorts of uses for it.

When he crouched, bringing his face level with hers, the stick moved as he did, gliding down the midline of her body, the destination now unmistakable. Her tongue came out and licked her dry lips.

Their eyes clashed, his watching her response as he moved the baton into the dampness between her thighs. As it rode along her slit, parting her lower lips ever so slightly, Angie’s mouth fell open on a gasp.

“Are you ready to pay up?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“It seems, ah—” The wood hit a particularly sensitive spot, and she stopped, having to swallow in order to continue. “It seems I have little choice.”

“There’s where you’re wrong, my gorgeous prisoner. You always have a choice.” The wand slid farther inward until the handle and the backs of his fingers bumped against her mound. He began a slow, teasing glide backward along the same seductive path. “Do you recall your options?”

“Yes, sir. Submit—” The torment continued as he reversed course once again, applying more pressure, creating such a delicious friction against her tender parts that she forgot what she was saying.

“And the other choice?” he prompted.

Surely, he didn’t expect her to answer when he changed the angle and the tip glided with excruciating slowness over and around her clit. She moaned, swaying a bit at the pleasure, then it abruptly went away. Angie caught the scent of her arousal on the polished stick when he placed it beneath her chin and used it to tilt her face up to his.

“No rewards if you don’t cooperate. Answer my question.”

Her sluggish brain replayed their disjointed conversation—pay up, choices, submit, or—

“Safewords,” she blurted out as it came to her. “I can submit or use my safewords, sir.”

“That’s right. The choice is yours, always.” He rose and unzipped his fly. With avid interest, she watched as he released his rigid cock and held it to her lips. “Suck me,” he ordered in a low growl.

Eagerly, her mouth opened, and she tasted his subtle saltiness as the smooth head of his cock glided along her tongue. Her lips closed around his steely hardness, applying suction like he ordered. “Damn, baby, your mouth feels fucking fantastic.”

His fervent moans thrilled her, elated he derived as much pleasure from their play as she did. He was a lot to take, but knowing it would please him, she relaxed her throat so he could slide in deeper. When her lips bumped against his hand that still gripped the base, her eyes popped open and rose to his.

“We’ll work up to it,” he assured her. “For now, focus on what I give you while I fuck that luscious mouth.”

She sensed his constrained energy, his free hand threading into her hair, holding her steady as he pumped his hips slowly. That he was being careful with her, controlling the pace, going deep without gagging, allowed her to relax and take more. She was soon humming as he unhurriedly possessed her mouth, finding pleasure by giving him pleasure.

Much too soon, he withdrew with a shuddering breath and tucked himself away. Her whimpers of disappointment filled the room.

“Impatient girl,” he chided gently, as with his hands under her arms, he brought her to her feet. “The fireworks come at the end of the show.”

T pulled her against his chest and claimed her mouth in a voracious kiss. As his tongue plunged inside, reminiscent of his cock’s recent possession, Angie clung to him. The intensity of his kiss didn’t lessen as he opened his lips wider, sucking her tongue into the warm recesses of his mouth one minute and delving hotly into hers the next.

Consumed by his kisses, she didn’t realize he had maneuvered her into position for the next part of the scene until cold, hard metal pressed against her bare back. She ignored it, greedy for more of his kisses. When he shifted, as though he might end it, she sank her fingers into his hair to keep him close, barely registering that at some point he had freed her, just glad that he had.

Without releasing her mouth, he captured one wrist and extended it upward, restraining her again with a clank. He repeated the process with the other wrist, Angie only mildly curious because, still, the kiss went on.

His mouth moved away but didn’t disappoint, spreading kisses along her cheek and down her throat. With her arms above her head, leaving her upper body vulnerable, she knew without asking where he headed and was fully on board with the plan. Her nipples ached for attention, hard and tight and neglected for far too long. T took care of them, sucking and nibbling then licking, until she was crying out for him to fuck her.

“Tsk, tsk. I reserved the room for an hour and you want the grand finale only ten minutes in? We’re going to have to work on your long game, impulsive girl.”

When he moved on from her breasts, his lips grazing her belly, Angie hoped, no she prayed, he’d continue his downward trek. But he stopped well shy of her goal. He also stood and moved away, leaving her frustrated.

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