Page 98 of Ward Willing
Fuck. Because of her parents.
“Of course.”
“That’s it,” she says. “I enjoy being tied up, restrained, and rope play. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Any sort of restraint,” she adds. I nod, taking in all of this information.
“Good to know,” I murmur, urging my hands to stay put on the bed. “And what about exclusivity? Are wehanging out?” I ask, my tone slightly too biting to be casual.
Zoe looks over at me. “That’s entirely up to you.”
I let out a long, slow breath. “As long as we’re doing this together, we’re exclusive. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“So, are we done, then?” I ask.
She shrugs. “What are your limits?”
“Same as yours, I think.”
“And what do you enjoy?”
The corner of my lips curve into a smile. “Making you come. Forcing orgasms out of you. Watching you come undone before my eyes and on my tongue,” I add, thinking back to the night in Catalina as I stand up.
“That’s it? You don’t want me to cage your cock, or fist your ass?—”
She stops talking immediately as I drop down to my knees and push her legs apart.
Fucking brat.
“Yes, that’s it,” I murmur. “I get off watching you get off,” I tell her, running my hands up her calves. “And controlling how many orgasms you have. I find my pleasure when and only when you’re completely and utterly spent from what I’ve done to you.” Gripping the flesh of her inner thighs, my cock twitches when she lets out a breathy gasp. “Once I’m satisfied, I’ll fuck you until you come again. Maybe twice or three times, until you can’t move. Is that understood?” She nods, panting as my thumb grazes the white lace of her panties.
“Can I ask one more question?” she breathes, and I grin at the way she feels the need to ask me. I nod once. “What do you want me to call you? Daddy?”
I grunt, hooking my thumb underneath the delicate white lace. “You enjoy pushing my buttons, don’t you?” She lifts her chin slightly, eyes twinkling with mirth. “You can call me Liam,” I growl, and then I roughly twist the fabric and quickly pull on them until they tear away from her.
“Hey!” she cries out. “Those were expensive.”
But I can’t look away from her exposed cunt. It’s glistening, and pink, andso fucking perfect. Dark, trimmed curls frame the prettiest fucking clit, still swollen and red from earlier.
However, that’s not what has me hardly breathing.
A small, cursive tattoo sits on her upper thigh at the junction of her pubic bone. I didn’t notice it earlier.
LR
I don’t move. I can’t.
She must notice my hesitation because she chuckles. “Oh. I forgot to tell you. I had that done after Catalina.”
I lift my eyes to hers, scowling. “What does it mean?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“Originally I got it for my nickname. Little Rebel. But… it’s not a coincidence that they’re also your initials.”
LR
Liam Ravage.
Fuuuuck.
