Page 19 of The Vow

Fuck. Carmelo had to roll his hips to feel a bit of friction from his too tight trousers now. He wanted to touch himself badly. He wanted to fist himself hard and pump. He wanted her to pump him dry and watch her shocked, pouty face as he came all over himself.

“Princess, say now, I put these handcuffs on you and I’m the bad boy you’ve always dreamed of having.”

She looked up at him. “I’m absolutely not marrying you, we do this, we do only this and then we both walk away.”

“Agreed.” He nodded once.

She put both hands on the bar. “Cuff me, show me just how much of a bad boy you are. Be rough with me, give me the ride of my life, Sergeant,” she purred.

Carmelo needed no further encouragement.

Carmelo

He immediately dragged her by the handcuffs through the bar.

“Oh, God, wait, I wasn’t ready-” She was wearing high top sneakers, bright white designer things that looked as if they had never been worn, so he didn’t worry about her keeping up with his pace.

He got to reception and barged his way up to the front desk. He had no idea if other people were waiting or not.

“I need a private office, right now, for some urgent police business,” he instructed.

The receptionist stared wide eyed at Carmelo, her eyes flashing to his medal then to the handcuffs on Lena, looking angry in her tennis outfit. “I… yes, certainly, I can offer you the manager’s office-”

“I’m going to need the key, I have to make a confidential phone call.”

“Yes, sir.” The receptionist trilled, fumbling about under the desk.

And that is how he found himself dragging her into a smart, tidy room with a huge desk in the middle, pushing her in there, flinging the door shut behind him and locking it.

He had no clue what he was going to do next, but he didn’t need to, it turned out, because she was right onto him the moment the lock clicked on the door. Her body slammed into his and sent them both backing into the door. He turned to face her, she gazed up at him with hunger in her eyes. She parted her lips, expecting a kiss.

“No way Princess, bad boy’s don’t kiss on the mouth,” he rasped, and put one hand on top of her head and pushed her down. “Gonna fill those pretty little lips with something else.” She didn’t resist, she dropped into a wide legged squat position, though. Her eyes widened in surprise and a little gasp from her throat told him she wasn’t used to this kind of treatment.

“Don’t mistake me for a squeaky clean golden boy, because I’m not. I’m going to ruin you, right here, right now.”

Carmelo leaned back against the door, panting, his pants bulging where his cock very obviously begged to be let out. He held her, with both hands on either side of her head, her pony tail rumpled already, and he used his thumb to dip into her lips. Then he smeared her wetness over her lips, loving her little face next to the bulge in his trousers.

“And the best part about it? That’s what you want, too, isn’t it? You want to be ruined by a bad boy like me.” She let out a little whimper. “Get my cock out and suck it like your life depends on it, Princess.” He smiled arrogantly, knowing she’d comply.

And she did. With her eyes alight and alive in a way he hadn’t seen so far, her hands in the handcuffs came up and without any hesitation, pulled down the zipper, popped open the clasp and yanked them and his briefs down from above.

She took a breath. Fuck, he’d forgotten. His piercing. His gaze fixed on her. She looked at him. Like really looked, took in his cock with her gaze. He just about managed to breathe.

Then she smiled up at him, such a fucking pretty, excited smile, eyes alight with mischief, and put her mouth over his head.

“Aww,” he groaned out loud at the rush he felt from her reaction. She liked what she saw and Carmelo wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven.

Her hot, wet mouth provided the relief he’d been craving. His brain was like popping candy in his skull, he had to close his eyes. She sucked, he felt her tongue flicking his head, dipping into his slit, tracing the outline of the barbell he had there. “Yes, fuck, Princess, yes.”

She beamed with pride.

Fuck, he was meant to be treating her roughly, not praising her on a job well done.

He cleared his throat. “Now get to work, suck me off,” he said, using one hand to pull her head towards his hips and take more of him.

She made a noise and spluttered.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear, you choking on my cock, struggling to take it,” he said, drawing her chin back then pushing in again. Thrusting with his hips this time, too, hitting the back on her throat. “Harder, Princess, like this.”

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