Page 101 of Vicious Deception

I hum. Maybe I need this more than I realize.

Rhett’s hands squeeze my hips before he slides my pants and briefs down my legs. Once I’ve stepped out of them, he reaches around me and strokes my cock once, twice, before pulling away. I bite my lip to stop myself from begging for more.

“Turn around and face me,” Rhett says.

Slowly, I do.

“Open your eyes.”

He’s smiling at me, his expression soft. “Take off my shirt.”

Stepping close to him, I reach for him, my fingers curling around the black fabric. I pull it up, and he lifts his arms so I can get it over his head. As I do, I press small kisses to his chest and shoulders, unable to stop myself.

He picks up a length of chain from his bedside table and attaches it to the metal ring on the front of my collar. Gently, he tugs, and I have no choice but to step forward.

His smirk is wide, his eyes dark. “Good boy. Now undo my pants.”

I reach for him, but he shakes his head.

“On your knees.”

As I lower myself to the floor, I trail my hands down his thighs. He’s towering above me and holding onto my leash, and it makes my stomach flip with excitement. When we’re like this, I can breathe easier. Rhett will take care of every need I have, so this acts as a temporary reprieve from my anxiety.

Slowly, I unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. The whole time, I stare up at him, watching as his eyes grow even darker with want. When I pull his pants down, taking his briefs too, he steps out of them.

“Good boy,” he tells me lowly.

My eyes are on his cock. I reach for it without permission, wrapping my fingers around it and moving my hand up and down. His dick hardens under my touch, and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“I had other plans, but . . .” He slides his hand up the chain so I can only move a couple inches, and then he gently pulls me closer. “This is fine for now.”

With a groan, I lick the underside of his cock from base to tip before taking it into my mouth. I suck on the head and stroke with my hand, falling into a pattern I know he likes.

Rhett groans, staring down at me as I pick up my pace. I’ve missed his taste—missed the way he feels in my mouth. But more than that, I’ve missed the way he can never take his eyes off me when we’re together.

“You feel so goddamn good, O.” As he says it, Rhett strokes his free hand over my hair and cups the back of my head. He thrusts into my mouth, holding me to him. “Fuck.”

As he drives into my mouth, I caress his dick with my tongue. He’s not too rough, but it’s controlling enough that I wouldn’t be able to pull away if I wanted to. It’s exactly what I like, and I grip the back of one of his thighs, silently urging him on.

“Sometimes, you’re just as greedy as Wren,” he says. “I bet you’re rock hard right now, aren’t you? Bet you want me to suck your cock the way you’re sucking mine.”

I moan and move my hand more enthusiastically, following with my mouth. I’ll always enjoy having all my attention on him, but god, I want him to touch me, too.

Holding my head in place, Rhett pulls out of my mouth. When I look up at him, his eyes are half-closed, a lazy smile on his face.

“Up,” he tells me.

I scramble to my feet, grinning when he tugs me toward the bed using the leash. With a heated gaze, Rhett tugs it again until I’m stumbling into him. His hand cups my cheek before gripping my chin and tipping my face up.

“I love that you have no choice but to obey me,” he says, tightening his hold on the leash. “I can do whatever I want to you, and you just have to take it.”

An unbidden whimper escapes me just as Rhett fits his mouth to mine. He holds me in place, one hand keeping the length of chain tight, the other gripping the hair at the back of my head. When his tongue delves into my mouth, I suck on it, craning my neck upward. I don’t want him to pull away.

He does, though, spitting into my open mouth and watching as I swallow. When he leans in again, his lips brush over my cheekbone, and then he nips at my earlobe. “Mine,” he says, his voice almost a growl. “You’re fucking mine, O.”

“Always,” I whisper.

As Rhett crawls onto the bed, he pulls me with him. He lies down on his back, his head propped up on the pillows, and he guides me so I’m straddling him. Once I’m in position, my dick rubs against his. I begin wrapping my fingers around both of them, but Rhett knocks my hand away.

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