Page 55 of Make Me Whole

I loved when he was blunt about his desire for me. It made me feel powerful. I straightened my back and reached for the zipper on my side. Fire burned in Max’s eyes as I slowly slid it down then removed the dress altogether, revealing the bodysuit I had underneath.

Intricate lace appliques emphasized my curves, and the sheer black fabric showed enough of my nipples and pussy to make Max’s cock almost burst through the crotch of his pants.

“Holly fuck, Sky. You look . . .”

I gave him a coy smile but popped my hip like a hooker. “Wicked?”

He clamped his teeth over his lip and chuckled. “Very. And torturously sexy.”

“Good, because that’s how we take our pleasure in Morticia’s dungeon. Wicked and sexy with a teeny bit of torture.” Max’s eyes burned into mine as I knelt between his feet and undid his belt and zipper. “So tonight, you’ll sit still and keep your bound hands behind your head as I suck your cock until you come in my mouth. Then, I’ll be still while you do whatever you want with me.”

“Fuck . . .” he groaned.

“Precisely.” I winked and finally released his taut cock from its textile prison. It stood proud and thick in front of my face, a bead of pre-cum on the head teasing me for a taste.

Max sucked in a deep breath and leaned back against the couch. He brought his hands to the back of his neck, his thick biceps bulging as he held his elbows in line with his ears and whispered, “Have at it,Cara Mia.”

So I did.

Holding his gaze, I bent forward and rolled my tongue around the swollen head. A salty, tangy taste attacked my tastebuds, making me want more. My juices soaked through the thin fabric of the bodysuit as I sucked him.

Like a good Gomez, Max kept his hands to himself, allowing me to dictate the pace. I sucked him in tiny pulses that made him moan with pleasure. His cock jerked with each gained inch, begging for more, but torture was the game, and it wasn’t just for him.

Going slow was painful for me as well. Still, I took my time and my own torture with the coming pleasure it promised. I focused on the way his girth stretched my mouth wider and on how his groans grew more urgent as the pressure I created increased.

His thighs tensed and his abs tightened with each new inch I swallowed. By the time the head touched the back of my throat, I could tell he was close but holding back for my sake.

As my inner walls tightened with desire, I massaged his balls and sped things up. I pulled back all the way before sinking in as fast as I could to deepthroat him. Max groaned and moaned my name along with several curses—always a good sign—but he still didn’t touch me.

“Can I come, Sky? I don’t think I can hold much longer.”

His voice was measured, and the way he asked for permission was so sexy it almost sent me over the edge. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His face was serious, in control and focused.

Still, he obediently waited. Fuck!

“Fill me up, baby,” I whispered around the tip of his cock. Then, still holding his gaze, I sank down from head to hilt once, twice, three times.

On the fourth, he groaned like a caged animal and filled my mouth with so much cum it nearly overflowed.

Max pulled his hands from the back of his head and did quick work of undoing my attempt at bondage.

“My turn now,” he declared, staring deeply into my eyes. “Whatever way I want?”

“Yep. You’re the boss now, and I trust you.”

Max smiled in a way that made me question whether I had misplaced my trust. “Take off that bodysuit and get on all fours, then. I want the prime view of my cock sliding in your tight little pussy.”

I was all too happy to oblige. He stayed on the couch as I got naked and in position. Then I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

I looked over my shoulder and cocked a brow when I saw him just sitting there, staring at my bare bottom with his cock in his hand. “Torture game?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “Also, I’m thoroughly enjoying the view.”

“At least someone is enjoying something.”

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