Page 127 of Illicit Education

Rolling my lips to keep from smiling, I pushed my sweatpants off and stepped out of them.

I’d worn the emerald green bustier and matching panties for him, and the look in his eyes confirmed that I’d made the right choice.

“Now…” I looked around the living room, then met his gaze again. “Do you have a Red Room of Pain, or is that only in fiction?”

He laughed loudly and the sound echoed through the space, warming my veins, but then he quieted, and as he stalked toward me, my body vibrated with desire. The look in his eyes was scrumptiously predatory.

He stopped in front of me, squaring his shoulders and looking down his nose at me.

I shuddered, instantly aroused as soon as this version of Cabot Reed showed up.

“Kneel.”

Yes, Master.I quickly lowered to my knees, looking up at him.

“We’ll have to work on that.”

I frowned. Was I kneeling wrong? Was there even a wrong waytokneel?

The question disappeared into thin air when he unzipped his jeans.

My pulse sped. My mouth watered.

He pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, then wrapped his strong hand around his shaft. He gave it a few slow strokes, then circled me.

I licked my lips in greedy anticipation.

When he stopped in front of me again, he let go, then crooked one finger at me.

I rose and took him in my hands, then ran my tongue in a circle around the tip of his cock. My eyes nearly fluttered closed as his precum hit my tongue.

I slipped my mouth over the end and took him, leaning forward as far as I could before pulling back out.

Reed moaned as I repeated the motion, sliding his hands into my hair to guide my mouth up and down the length of his cock. When I reached his head, I sucked, then circled him with my tongue, and when I moved to bring my mouth back down the length of him, his fingers flexed on my head and I looked up at him.

His eyes were dark, heavily-lidded and full of lust.

I pulled back and licked my lips, then whispered, “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

He groaned and closed his eyes on a long blink. When he opened them again, there was a new fire in those black pools. “Stand up.”

I did so quickly.

He wrapped his hand around the base of my neck and hauled me toward him, crashing his mouth against mine and kissing me hungrily. He thrashed me with his tongue until I was moaning and panting into the kiss, then he pulled me back with just that hand on my neck.

“You,” he growled. “I want you.”

I tried to lunge for his mouth again, but he held me still, immobilized by just that firm hand on the back of my neck.

“Move in with me.”

I sucked in a gasp. “What?”

Was he kidding?

“Move in with me.”

“Cabot…”

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