Page 72 of Total Shutdown

He takes my response as a challenge, parting my thighs wider with his hands and driving his tongue deep inside my entrance.

He momentarily comes up for air, sucking my clit and releasing it with a pop. “If I make you squirt, do I get a ten?”

I double down on the task he’s obviously setting for himself. “I don’t squirt.”

Sawyer sucks me back into his mouth, two fingers entering me and curling to find my front wall.

My head lolls forward, the pressure of an orgasm building, release already flowing freely. “I’m going to come really soon,” I breathe.

Sawyer pulls away from me, his voice full of wonder. “You’re dripping down your thighs, Collins. You are definitely a squirter, and tonight, I’m going to prove it to you.”

Gathering some of my release onto his fingers, Sawyer tips my pelvis toward him, exposing my ass and circling it slowly.

“I remember you telling me you didn’t offer your ass to anyone.” He circles me again, and I buck my hips, pulling against the restraints. “Does that include me and my fingers?”

I’m so turned on, I can barely form words.

Sawyer teases my hole gently. “Speak, Baby Girl. We likely don’t have long before someone comes searching for us.”

“I … I want you to t-touch my ass,” I plead in a broken voice.

Fuck, this isn’t you, Collins. You like to be tied up and dominated, but you’reneverthis vulnerable.

Anddefinitelynever this goddamn needy.

“Make me squirt, please,” I plead once more.

Something akin to alpha-male dominance flashes through his eyes, and his lips tip up into a wicked grin. “The key to making you go off is this.”

Slowly, he pushes his pointer finger inside, working me into a frenzy. Then, with his other hand, he concentrates on my pussy, attacking both holes in the best way possible. I feel the pressure—the delicious, undeniable pressure—as he strokes my G-spot and ass in a perfect rhythm.

“When you feel like it’s time for me to get on my knees, tell me,” Sawyer instructs.

“On your knees?”

He strokes me again, and more arousal leaks from my pussy, streaming down my inner thighs.

“I want to catch every drop you squirt in my mouth, and from my knees will be the best way to do it.”

“Put another finger in my pussy,” I command. “I want to feel so damn full of you.”

Sawyer wastes no time adding another finger, and when he slips a fourth inside me, all I can hear is his moans in response to the way I suck him in.

“Squirt for me, Collins. Hand me a little piece of control. Let go and let me drink you in.”

Two more strokes of his fingers, and the first shot of my release hits his lips. Quickly, he drops below me, removing his finger from my ass and using that hand to support my body while continuing to stroke my G-spot with the other.

“You can go harder than that, Collins,” he croons, massaging my confidence in the same way he does my clit.

I moan, releasing a pleasured whimper I could muffle if my hands weren’t suspended above my head. Instead, I work to keep myself as quiet as possible as, over and over again, I squirt into Sawyer’s mouth, and he swallows me down, licking his lips after each release.

When I’ve given all I have to give, he stands and pulls his fingers from me, wrapping his free arm under my ass and offering his soaked fingers out. “Suck.”

I open and do as he demands.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises. “Now, tell me again how you can’t squirt.”

I’m speechless, rendered to nothing but a puddle as my pussy throbs from its high and my brain desperately tries to catch up to what the fuck just happened.