It takes me a second to catch on.
“It complements the outfit,” I offer a one-shoulder shrug.
“Liar. You want me to tie you up again.”
This wasn’t premeditated, but I’m proud of my wardrobe selection.
“Maybe.”
“Tsk. You begged so beautifully the other night. Why the sudden shyness?”
“It’s a lot to take in.”
“What is?” he coaxes.
“For one, I’ve never had sex outside of the bedroom––”
“Remember, I said we’d avoid polo boy’s predictability at all cost.”
I can’t help but laugh.
“This is definitely not part of his repertoire.”
“Good. Anything else worrying your pretty little mind?”
I nod. “You tying me up a few nights ago was so sexy.” I pause. “It feels a little strange now.”
“Why’s that?”
“I could chalk off our first hookup as a passing thing between two people. Some might call it attraction––”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“True.”
“That’s exactly what it was for me.”
I fold my bottom lip between my teeth. “It was for me as well,” I confirm. It was more like an overwhelming desire, but he doesn’t need to know that. “Having you standing here… I guess it’s surreal.”
Sure, I was expecting him. But there’s a vast difference between fantasy and reality.
He wraps me in his arms. “There’s nothing surreal about it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day.” His voice is strained and his breath is hot against my hair.
“Your words are making me dizzy.”
My plea does little to deter him. “I want you, Everly. And I want you to surrender to me. You do it so well.”
I don’t even know how to answer that.
“Let me have my way with you again tonight, precious,” he says.
I look up at him and nod.
“I want to hear it.”
“Tie me up.”
“Is that how a good girl asks for something?” His domineering side is back in full force.
“Tie me up, please.”
“With pleasure.”
Holt turns me around so I’m facing the counter.
“Hands behind your back, precious,” he commands.
I obey.
He grabs my wrists and pulls them closer together. I let out a shuddering moan. He then wraps my silk scarf around my wrists before tightening it.
“Too tight?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.”
“You’re sure?” he presses. “This is a very different position from the other night.”
“I’m okay,” I confirm.
“If it hurts, you tell me. Got that, precious?”
“Got it.”
“I guess you’re ready to play.”
“I’m ready for you.”
Where does that cocksureness come from? I haven’t got a clue. This guy does things to me.
“Look at you eager for me to fuck you in the most deviant way. Next time, we should take it one step further.”
“What do you mean?” I pant.
“I should fuck you in public.”
His words send a chill down my spine.
A sound I don’t even recognize rumbles from the back of my throat.
I know this street is deserted because all the shops are closed, but still, the idea of someone catching me in a compromising position is so arousing.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he presses.
“I don’t know. The things that come out of your mouth are potent. I’m in no position to think straight,” I say, caught up in the dizzy haze.
“There’s still time for me to convince you.”
Dear God.
Holt presses his chest to my back and I whimper. He lowers his mouth to my shoulder and drops a series of soft kisses against my skin. Yes. The tenderness only lasts a few long seconds, but it’s enough to turn me into putty under his touch. As I lose myself in him, he becomes more forceful.
“Ahhh,” I choke. I stop breathing when I feel his teeth sinking into my skin.
He drags his teeth from one shoulder to the other while his hand kneads at my breasts.
I moan for him.
My legs are shaking so much I can barely hold myself up.
“Jesus,” I sob.
I guess Holt feels me slipping because he wraps one strong arm around my waist, preventing me from collapsing to my knees.
“Do you have any idea how hard I’m going to fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
The hand that was teasing my breast grips my hip. I feel him positioning himself so that his very hard cock rests between the crevice of my ass cheeks. Needing more, I get on my toes and wiggle against him, feeling every inch of him.
“My dirty little dominatrix is too eager for her own good.”
Mother of God. I’m so turned on.
His hand runs down my stomach and rests between my legs. His long fingers part my pussy lips before his thumb starts rolling against my clit.
Fuck, that feels amazing.
With each revolution, he presses his erection more urgently against my ass.
“You’re completely soaked,” his breath hitches near my ear. “So very ready for me.”
Don’t ask me why, but I feel more exposed by him knowing how much I want him than just being naked in the middle of my shop.
“Holt,” I pant, turning my head around, intent to lock eyes with him.
“You can’t touch me. You can only take what I give you.”
“Give it to me good, then.”
“That’s a promise.”
Damn, I hate it when my inner voice speaks out.
“No!” I shout my discontentment when I feel him pulling away from me.
“You’re a greedy little thing,” he chuckles.
I laugh.
“Patience,” he says. “You know I’ll make it good for you. But before, there’s something I need.”
“What?”
“I’ve been dying to taste you. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since I left the hotel room.” He has? “My hot little donut dominatrix liked being tied up so much, I wasn’t able to make her come with my tongue. That’s wrong.”
“That’s very wrong,” I echo.
“We need to remediate the situation.”
“I agree. Preferably immediately.” You bet I’m eager.
“We’re on the same page then.”
“I believe we are,” I sass.
I gasp when Holt brushes up against me again. He rubs my ass in a slow sensual motion and I wiggle it against his palm, needing more. His hands grip my hips, controlling my movements as he trails light kisses down my back all the way down to my calves. I tremble.
“The outfit from this morning had me so fucking wound up and then you greet me with another cock-hardening number. What are you doing to me?”
“Holt, you keep talking like that and I’m going to come without you touching me.”
“What’s that expression again? If you can’t take the heat…”
Okay, that was a little cliché, but so sexy.
“Funny.”
“Slide down. I need my mouth on you,” he laughs against my skin.
Yes, sir.
I don’t need convincing.
“Eager, much?” he breathes the words against my pussy. A small pleading moan escapes my lips.
I let out a muffled guttural cry when Holt’s mouth touches my pussy. He growls and the reverberation only adds to this mind-blowing sensation. Dear God. I buck into his face, wanting more. Holt’s first lick is like a shockwave to my system. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
Finally.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“Ohhhhhh.” I groan loudly.
He’s at it slow and steady, ending with a sharp fli
ck of my clit and causing an involuntary tremble of my body against his mouth. His tongue swirls deliciously around my clit.
The man has skills.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins like the world’s fastest high-speed train.
“Oh, my God, you’re so good at that,” I purr.
He hums his response.
The more he brushes against my needy clit and pulls it into his mouth, sucking relentlessly, the more my body shakes under his sweet assault. He gorges on my pussy in the most immodest way and I love every second of it.
“Ha!” I shout when he pokes his tongue inside me and fucks me with it as his hands palm my ass. Holt devours me with so much fervor, I can’t remember my own name. “Dear God!” I cry out, tightening every muscle in my body.
I’m still teetering between bliss and Nirvana when two fingers replace his tongue as he bites my ass cheeks.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Soon, his mouth is on me again and without an ounce of prudishness, I begin to gyrate my hips in circular motions against his face.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. I’m one breath away from combusting.
Holt laps, laps and laps. The sound is intoxicating. Each revolution of his tongue sends me higher.
Two and a half years of celibacy and I win the jackpot.
Holt’s tongue performs a slow torturous dance, taking me down a road I’ve never been down before.
Good Lord.
The buildup starts slow, but quickly shoots through me like a rocket. My orgasm hits me so hard I fear it’ll knock me off my high heels. In my descent into an abyss of pleasure, I scream his name. “Holt!”
Thank you, God.
My sexy rocker god doesn’t rush me. He allows me to come down from my pinnacle.
“Mmm, you do taste so good. So sweet,” he says after a few long beats.
I’m too exhausted to lift my head up, but it’s clear from the noises he’s making that he’s licking my juices off his fingers.
And just like that, I’m wet again.
I feel him stand up. “You okay?” he asks.
“That was… that was… you’re…”
My breathing is so strained I struggle to string together a cohesive sentence.
“That good?”
You’re quickly becoming a drug.
“I can’t believe it took me this long to discover how amazing that was.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dalton hated going down on me. It was his modus operandi. He professed his six-inch cock was sufficient to keep me satisfied.”
Like so many other things, he knew shit.
“What a fool. His loss. We’re adding another one to the list. Along with avoiding the missionary position like the plague, I’m going to have my mouth on you as often as I can,” he declares.
I laugh.
“I could feed off your sweet juices for days, but I’m becoming addicted to you coming while clenching my cock,” he changes the subject.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I tell him.
“I bet you can,” he challenges.
Since I’m still hunched over the counter with my arms tied behind me, I have limited range of motion. I may not be able to see him, but I feel him undress. I hear a crinkling sound and a few seconds later I feel the warmth of his bare chest against my skin.
Yes.
“You still think you can’t come again?” he whispers.
“Maybe I misspoke.”
He chuckles.
It isn’t easy, but I manage to get up on my toes to entice him. Alas, he doesn’t give me what I want. Holt pulls the scarf up, forcing my arms to lift behind my back.
“Oh,” I pant.
“Did that hurt?” he asks.
I didn’t expect that.
“You caught me off guard. I’m okay. Please don't stop.”
Thank God he doesn’t.
The head of his cock caresses my pussy and teases my clit over and over again. After a few languorous seconds, he positions the tip of his cock at my slippery entrance, fists my hair—forcing my head off the counter—and pushes into me like an animal.
“Holy shit.”
“Fuck,” he growls as he slams his hips against my ass, grinding against me as he lets out a series of curses.
Jesus.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he unexpectedly halts all movement.
Instead of answering, he pulls out of me.
“Why are—”
Holt drives into me like an army truck.
“Ahhhh!” I shout.
He wastes no time in asserting his dominance over me. He starts moving, faster and harder against me with such relentlessness, I think I might snap in half.
He pulls my bound hands a little higher and I cry out.
“Sorry, your pussy does that to me.”
“In that case, don’t let me stop you,” I pant.
He takes my words at face value.
Holt pulls all the way out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside my pussy before ramming deep into me. If I thought he was riding me hard before, he doubles his efforts.
“Dear God.” I shake underneath him, pushing my ass up against him and meeting his frantic cadence. One arm wraps around my shoulders, gently pulling me up. His other arm wraps around my waist. My tied hands are the only barrier preventing me from feeling the taut muscles of his washboard abs flex against my skin. I spread my fingers open, relishing the feel of the sweaty skin of thighs gliding against my palms as the heat of his body seeps through mine with every thrust.
I swear I’m this close to coming unhinged.
He’s so absolute in the way he pumps in and out of my pussy. So in control of every part of me. So assertive of how he wants our bodies to move against each other.
That’s so fucking sexy.
I need Holt Christensen more than I need air to breathe.
“Oh, fuck,” I wail.
“Ah, shit, precious.”
“More,” I plead.
“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy.”
And you’re ruining it for me.
How can another man come close to him?
“That’s it, Everly. Take it, my little dominatrix.”
I weep.
His size is intimidating––both his body and his cock. The way he weighs heavy against my back and how much he stretches my pussy with his generous girth is almost more than I can bear. Yet, I wouldn’t dream of asking him to slow down.
Holt fucks me wild. I'm so dripping wet, he clamps his right hand against my hip to hold me steady. I already know I’ll be bruised all over. But I don’t care.
“I own your pussy,” he grunts.
Mother of God and all that’s sacred.
“Say it!”
This is all too encompassing for me to think, let alone speak.
“Say it!” he presses.
“You own it,” I manage.
“I own what?” His tone is irreverent.
Me. “My pussy.”
“Not bad. I want to hear my name, precious.”
There’s no end to this man’s dominance.
“Holt, you own my pussy.”
“You got that right. And you know what I’m going to do to the pussy I own?”
“No,” I pant.
“I'm going to shoot my load inside you. You want that?”
“Ha,” I gasp.
“Wrong answer. I’m looking for a yes or no. Yes, being the preferable choice,” he chuckles. “So let’s try that again.” His words ring around me, bringing me closer to tipping over the edge. “Do you want my big cock to come between your legs, filling you up real good?”
“Oh, yes,” I sob.
“Much better.”
His dirty talking is going to cause me to lose my goddamn mind.
For the next few seconds, Holt lets loose. The sound of the slapping of his skin against mine is pure bliss. The buildup brewing at the pit of my stomach threatens to engulf me
whole.
I have nothing left.
“Holt, I have to come.” I sound almost frantic.
“Tsk, Everly. We’ve already gone over this before. Good girls ask politely.”
“Please, please, please, let me come.”
And just like that, I’m transported to the night of the awards. I was so cocky when I told him I don’t beg. Look at me now.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers under his breath. “You’re ready to give me what I want?”
“Yes.”
“Come for me,” he commands.
Holt slides one hand between my legs. I nearly choke.
The combination of his furious thrust and the way he teases my clit is so erotic words fail me. His fingers skate, stroke and tease my desperate clit as he picks up the pace. He pumps harder into me until I surrender.
“I’m—I’m… God. Oh, God,” I pray.
“Don’t you fucking hold back on me.”
I won’t. I can’t.
My entire body tightens in response, every nerve inside ignites like a bushfire and I unravel stitch by stitch.
“Oh, Holt!” I shout, loud enough to rattle the glass windows.
I tremble uncontrollably in his hands as my orgasm charges through my body like an erupting volcano.
He slams into me a few more times before roaring like a beast.
“Goddammit. Shit. Fuck, I’m coming, Everly.”
He lets go of the scarf and the next thing I know his forearms slam on either side of my head with a loud thump against the counter. He drops his head against the back of mine and we remain like this for several long beats—both of us struggling to catch our breath.
“Talk to me, precious,” he says, his warm breath ruffling my hair.
“What do you say to the man who’s quickly redefining everything you’ve ever known about sex?” Tomorrow? Same time, same place?
He lets out a boisterous laugh.
“It was good then?”
“Pfft. I’m not even going to dignify that with a response, buddy,” I laugh.
“I’m only responding to your passion,” he tells me.
And there he goes again leaving me speechless.
“I should get up before I crush you,” he says.
As much as I wish we could stay like this forever, this isn’t the most comfortable position.
He slides his head down to the middle of my back dropping a series of soft kisses along the way before pulling out. A second later, strong arms wrap underneath my shoulders forcing me to stand. Holt turns me around and embraces me in his arms.
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