Page 26 of Forever Finds Us (Wisper Dreams #7)

Chapter Nineteen

Brand

Kneeling behind Roxanne, I watched as she leaned forward slowly.

With her torso laid out on the bed and her tits smashed into the comforter, her head turned to the side, lips parted in anticipation, my view was nothing but the backs of her supple thighs and grabbable ass cheeks.

My mouth watered to taste her as I dragged her panties down her long legs to the floor and pushed them away.

She smelled sweet, like soft roses and vanilla and the smoky bite of whiskey. I smelled her need, too, and it overpowered the alcohol.

Wrapping the restraint I’d bought for her around one thigh, I tightened it.

The leather was as soft as butter, and it slipped easily into place.

Her skin spilled over the top, and my dick jumped, still locked inside my pants.

Holding her arm next to her leg, I wrapped the smaller Velcro cuff attached to the leather, belt-like restraint around her wrist and secured it.

She tugged her arm, testing the power and connection between the two pieces, but she couldn’t get free, not without my help, and I had to work to not moan at the sight.

When I had the matching restraint secured to her other thigh and wrist, I swiped the other items I’d ordered for us off the side of the bed, and I sat back on my heels to take her in.

I knew from the first moment I met her that she’d be beautiful dressed only in something black and leather, and I was right. I’d wanted her like this since that first night on the highway, with her gun holster hugging the sexiest thigh I’d ever laid eyes on.

Now, it was all I could do not to push down my jeans and fuck her hard from behind, but I hadn’t forgotten she’d lied to me, and the restless need I felt to punish her for that itched beneath my skin.

I wanted to bring her as close to orgasm as I could and then take it away.

A relentless tease, over and over. It was a reprimand in a way, stopping her from feeling the euphoria of release she craved, but I had a feeling denying her would make it that much more exquisite when I finally allowed her to come, and that was what I really needed from her.

I wanted her shaking, aching, sweating, and I wanted her to scream my name.

I wanted her to know the immeasurable lengths I’d go to please her, that she was the only woman I wanted, and that I’d deny myself to give her everything.

She seemed to believe the lies she told herself, that she wasn’t as beautiful as other women, or that somehow she didn’t measure up. I had no idea where those beliefs had come from, but I wanted to push them from her mind.

In fact, I wanted to slap them out of her.

Standing, I positioned myself on one side of her body. She hadn’t spoken since I began strapping her up in black leather, and she was quiet now, but her breathing had quickened, so I explained all the things I wanted to do to her.

“You lied to me, Roxanne,” I said, my voice almost a whisper because I was so fucking turned on, I could barely control it. “You’ve earned my punishment. Do you consent?”

A pulse of air rushed out of her mouth, and riding it was the “Yes” I wanted.

“Good. Remember your safe word?”

“Basketball,” she breathed into her duvet.

“Good girl. Don’t forget. I’m gonna slap your beautiful ass twice for each lie you told.”

She nodded silently, her forehead hitting the mattress eagerly. God, this woman! She wanted whatever I had to give, even though I had no way to explain to her why I wanted to punish and restrain her.

I just… needed it.

I licked my lips and dug my teeth into the wet skin, watching her from behind as she began to tremble.

“Are you afraid, Roxanne?”

She stilled. “No, sir.”

Goddamn, my heart beat so fast. My chest heaved. The trust she gave me was intoxicating.

Lifting my arm, I tightened my muscles, wanting to hit her hard enough to see my handprint flare on her skin, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not too much. Not so much that she’d make me stop. I’d lose my mind if she did and beg on my knees to fuck her.

She pressed her ass back and higher in the air, inviting me to smack it, so I did. I brought my hand down hard, watching her skin ripple and react to the sudden pressure.

She moaned, and my whole body hardened. Pleasure shot through me like a drug.

The second time was even better; she spread her legs wider, and I caught a glistening glimpse of her pussy and the arousal now rimming it.

My hand rubbed circles over her skin, smoothing the redness away. “That’s one lie punished.”

She nodded and wiggled her ass a little, seeking pressure, so I pressed against her, the fly of my jeans soaking up her wetness and rubbing her roughly. She moaned and pushed harder against me, trying to ride the hard ridge of my cock beneath the denim.

She pulled at her restraints, and I smiled when they left her frustrated.

“You wanna touch yourself right now, don’t you, Roxanne? Rub your tight clit round and round and get off?”

“Yes, sir.”

I slapped her ass again, harder this time but on the other cheek, and she tensed and surged against the mattress.

“Would you like me to finger fuck you? Slide one inside your wet pussy? You’re practically drippin’ for me now.”

“Yes. Please .”

“Have you earned it yet, Roxanne?”

She whimpered and shook her head, her face rasping against her bedcovers. “No, sir.”

My hand cut through the air again, but when it made contact, my ring and pinkie finger slapped her cunt. She gasped and groaned, and a flash of heat pulsed off her skin.

Fuck .

“Did you like that, beauty? You liked what I gave you?” I asked, my rough, calloused hands molding over and caressing the soft, round mounds of her ass.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her hips now grinding thin air.

Two more. I wasn’t sure I could last.

“How ’bout a little reward then?”

“ Please !”

I thought a tease would give me a moment to compose myself so I didn’t explode in my jeans before I’d even finished spanking her, but when my hands gripped her thighs below the leather, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself coming.

The restraints had been padded on the inside, so they weren’t pinching her, but the pressure left red lines on her soft, pale skin, and I’d never seen anything sexier.

I crouched behind her and spread her legs wider. I’d brought the whiskey into her bedroom, and it sat next my boot on the floor, so I lifted the open bottle slowly, watching the glowing liquid reflect the light from the streetlight outside as it shined in Roxanne’s window.

When I tipped the bottle over her lush ass and a fat drop dripped onto her skin, she gasped softly.

The whiskey sloshed against the sides of the glass, tinkling and flowing out of the mouth of the bottle as I poured out more, and it ran between her ass cheeks and dripped down her pussy, mixing and spicing her cum, and when I licked the liquid from her ass cheek with the pointed tip of my tongue and dragged it to her clit, sucking my new favorite cocktail from her skin, her whole body writhed on the bed.

She began to quiver, need shaking her down to a cellular level.

I wanted to shove my tongue inside her, get drunk on her, and drown in her jealousy and insecurity. I wanted to eat her out and take all that doubt inside me so she’d never feel it again, because what I’d told her was true.

She was the only woman I wanted. The only woman I could remember ever wanting so badly that my soul ached for her.

But no. She needed to earn my tongue.

Retreating, I sat back on my heels again, taking her taste with me. The whiskey sweetened it, and my eyes rolled closed when the rich taste hit the back of my throat, and I licked the sloppy wetness from my lips like an animal licking blood off his muzzle after a kill.

I felt like an animal, like a wolf, and she was my Little Red Riding Hood.

I thought if I breathed her in one more time, I might die of euphoria. She was so wet, cum seeped out of her pussy, trying to tempt me to fuck her.

I would. I’d fuck her hard enough to mark her insides, but not yet.

“That’s two lies, Roxanne,” I whispered, my voice tight and barely discernible as want raged through my body and the alcohol began to bloom in my gut.

She nodded, so I smacked her ass again, this time immediately rubbing the sting away with the hot palm of my hand, while with my other, I reached inside my jeans and fisted my cock.

My zipper was loud when I lowered it, and Roxanne gasped at the sound. I pushed the jeans down, and my dick sprang free and stood up straight against my stomach, my punching breaths making it bounce and dance.

I wanted her to feel the hardness I planned to ram inside her, so I stood and pressed my cock against her swollen lips, letting it slip between them and rub her tight, pink asshole.

The grunt that came from the depths of her lungs made me insane. It raised the hair at the nape of my neck, and my cock swelled and jerked against her.

Picturing breaking into that hole made me shake with desire, but not tonight.

Tonight, I wanted something else from her.

“One more, good girl. Can you take it?”

She moaned and turned her head into her comforter as I grabbed her hip and held on, clutching her skin and loving feeling it between my fingers.

“Tell me yes,” I commanded.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her voice low, rasping and pleading. Fucking perfect. “ Please .”

Her whole body quaked with anticipation, and I lifted my other hand high in the air, then let it fall fast. I slapped her wet pussy, and the contact cracked in the air around us, the rush of slick from inside her thick and heady as it mingled with the whiskey and coated my hand, and she called out my name.

“Three lies,” I breathed, both my hands now gripping her hips, but I bent and lifted the whiskey again. Slowly, I pushed the neck of the bottle inside her.

She gasped, “What?” and looked over her shoulder at me, but the restraints kept her from turning as much as she wanted to.

When she realized what I’d done, she eased back onto the cold glass bottle, her body accepting it easily. She tried to fuck it, but I pulled it out after two pumps of her hips, and I lifted it to my lips.

“More, please, sir,” she begged as I deep throated the bottle, and she moaned when I wrapped my lips around the neck and sucked her cum off of it, then tipped my head back and let the rush of alcohol mix with her juice in my mouth.

I drank deeply while I filled her pussy with my cock in one thrust, taking her hard as I swallowed.

“Yes!” she shouted, and she clutched the bedcovers tight beside her thighs, pressing her ass back and flush against my skin.

The bottle slipped from my hand and landed on the floor with a thud . I leaned over her, my hips like hinges allowing me to fuck into her in a fast rhythm, and I slipped my still wet fingers beneath her mouth. “Suck.”

She ate at my fingers like they were made of pure sugar, rolling her tongue over them, and then sucking them like they were my cock, in and out. In and out.

“ Fuck , Roxanne.”

“Mm,” she hummed, satisfaction pumping through her. She knew she’d pleased me, and she loved it.

Cum had loaded at the base of my dick. It pulsed and throbbed inside her and I wanted to release so fucking bad, my whole body ached and begged me for it.

But I needed to make her come first.

She’d already primed my fingers, so I pulled my hand away from her mouth and slid it beneath her hip pressed hard to the bed as I pounded into her from behind, and those wet fingers found her clit.

They sought the hot little button like heat-seeking missiles, and when they found it and pressed and rubbed it, she contracted around my cock painfully. Her body swallowed mine, milked me, and a burning rush began at the base of my spine.

“You’re mine, Roxanne.” I grunted, “ Mine .”

Leaning lower, I bit the curve of her neck like the goddamn wolf again, claiming her just like she wanted, and she shattered apart beneath me.

I slowed my hips. If I wasn’t careful, I’d spill inside her, but I wasn’t done with her.

Not even close.

Pulling out, my cock slapped against her ass, smearing the mess we’d made together over her warm, reddened skin, and she moaned and sagged into the bed, but I slipped my arms beneath hers and tugged her against my body.

Stepping out of the tangle I’d left our legs in, I turned her, flipped her over like a rag doll, and let her fall back to the bed on her back.

Her legs bracketed mine when I stood between them at the end of the bed, and she rubbed her bare feet on the outsides of my jeans, trying to work them lower, her eyes fixed firmly on my dick, still as hard as her broken iron headboard, and still wet from her cum and the faint sheen of whiskey that lingered.

She wanted more, but I had one last tease left to give her, and one more gift I needed her to grant me first.