Page 19 of Sinful Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #9)

Chapter Eighteen

Brody

H er feet carry her quickly up the stairs. I look back at the sketch in my hand. I don’t know if someone made her feel bad about portraying the more sinful side of life or if it’s something she’s been projecting onto herself.

I sit down, glancing at my watch. I’m going to give her a few minutes.

I’ve already got her worked up from my little show, but a little more anticipation will be good for her soul.

We really need to have a more in-depth conversation, but we seem to be navigating through our intimate relationship just fine. It’s easy with Daisy.

Eventually I make my way upstairs, finding her sitting in the chair, waiting for me.

I walk around her trailing my fingertips over her shoulders.

She’s breathing heavy and fast. I grab a few things, monitoring her reaction out the corner of my eye.

She’s curiously watching. When I grab the leash, she quickly looks away.

“Are you okay being restrained to the chair?” I ask as I make my way back to her.

“Yes,” she says, her eyes on the collar in my hand.

“And this?”

She nods.

I wrap it around her slender neck, rubbing my thumb over her pulse. “Did watching me touch myself make you horny?”

A flush of crimson beautifully rushes up her neck.

I latch the leash to the collar, and gently tug upward on it, forcing her to look at me. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Am I going to find you wet?”

Her breathing picks up, but this time she answers instantly. “Yes.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

She blinks rapidly as she analyzes the determined smile on my face.

Oh, I’m gonna make you come.

I drop the leash between her breasts, then I fall to my knees to strap her ankles and her wrists. When I strap the vibrator to the chair, pressing it firmly against her perfect pussy, she tries to push against it, silently begging me to turn it on.

“So impatient,” I scold, palming her breasts roughly in my hands. She winces but her head falls back, and it’s clear she’s enjoying it.

When I stand, her eyes trail me.

“Did you enjoy sucking my cock this morning?” I ask, staring down at her.

It’s just like turning on a light switch. “Yes, sir.”

A rush of pleasure zips up my spine. She submits to me so fucking beautifully, that for the first time I know what the phrase “made for me” really means. Daisy was definitely made for me.

When I bend forward and reach between her legs to turn it on, she sucks in a breath, bracing herself. “Don’t forget to use your safe word if you need it.”

She looks confused. I’m sure she can’t imagine why she would need her safe word for this, but she’s about to find out. Her eyes drop to the vibrator placed perfectly between her gorgeous thighs.

“What’s your safe word?” I turn it on low.

“Apple,” she whispers.

Within seconds, she comes.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, turning it off.

She’s breathing fast and heavy as I grab a chair and place it in front of her. I lower myself onto it, and then click the power button again, but this time I turn it up a notch … or three.

Her head falls back, and her muscles tighten as she comes again.

I rub my hands over her spread legs, watching as she struggles to catch her breath, but I don’t turn it off. She stares at me, and I know it won’t be long before she comes again.

“You’re trying so hard to control it, aren’t you?”

Her eyes narrow, and it makes me chuckle.

“When we play, I’m the one who controls your orgasms.”

Her eyelashes begin to flutter, and I know she’s so fucking close. I shut it off right before she gets there.

A groan leaves her throat, and fuck if I don’t love it. I reach for the leash and wrap it around my fist, then I turn the vibrator on high.

“Oh fuck,” she says, squeezing her eyes closed.

When the vibrations don’t stop, her eyes fly open. Those beautiful hazel orbs beg me to shut it off, but I don’t. I won’t. I want to watch her fall apart before my eyes.

She tries to wiggle away, but she’s strapped in securely. My knees press against the inside of hers, spreading her open a little more. Her legs tremble against mine, and she begins to become more vocal. It’s fucking music to my ears.

“Brody, please,” she pleads after number five.

I have to remember she’s new to this, so I shut it off. But it’s not the reprieve she thinks it is. It will only make it more intense when I turn it back on.

She needs something to distract her from her pussy, so I stand, unbuttoning my pants. I stare down at her. “I’m going to push your limits,” I warn, placing my leg against her hand and then patting it. “Remember, two taps and it all stops.”

I flip the switch to low, and then yank on the leash, pulling her head toward me. “Tongue out.”

She obeys, temporarily forgetting about the hum between her legs.

I tap my dick on her tongue a few times before shoving in. I’m big, so I know she can only take so much, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to go as far as we can. I grab her under her jaw. “Relax, baby.”

She gags when I hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck, your mouth is heaven.”

My praise is enough to send her over the edge. She comes, moaning around my cock.

“That’s it. Take it like a good girl.”

I fuck her mouth slow at first, giving her time to get used to me being in control of what she takes. She comes a few more times, and I pull out of her mouth to amp up the vibrator. I bend over so we’re eye to eye.

“Two taps,” I say again.

She looks worried.

“You won’t disappoint me,” I assure her, palming the side of her face.

When I click the button, she immediately starts to protest. I know she has to be sensitive as fuck by now.

“Oh. God. Oh. God.”

Yes. Yes, I am.

I yank on the leash, bringing her focus back to me. She opens her mouth obediently.

“Such a good, good, girl.”

She gags as I fuck her mouth with a little more gusto. I grab her jaw again, pushing it down. “I know you can take more. Wider. Wider. That’s it, baby.”

Her nails dig into my thigh, but she doesn’t tap out.

Her muffled screams around my cock each time she comes makes me harder than I’ve ever fucking been. She’s crying now, spit running down her breasts … god, she’s a beautiful fucking mess.

She’s trying desperately to shift her hips away from the tortuous device delivering orgasm after orgasm. When I sense it’s getting to be too much for her, and she hasn’t tapped out, I decide to wrap it up.

I pull out of her mouth. “I’m going to come all over your beautiful fucking tits, but we come together.”

“I hate you right now,” she jokes, thrashing like a crazy person against her binds, but she obeys. Her head falls back and her muscles tense. She begins to buck in the chair as my cum coats her chest.

Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I come so hard, I see spots.

As soon as I finish, I turn off the vibrator and then drop to the chair. We stare into each other’s eyes as we each struggle to catch our breath.

Her legs are still trembling when I unstrap her. She falls forward, limp in my arms as soon as she’s free. I pull her to my lap, holding her tight.

“I’m going to carry you downstairs so we can clean up.”

She nods against my chest, completely drained. Good, she’ll get another good night’s sleep.

As I’m washing us off in the shower, she reaches up and holds my face in her hands. “I’m dangerously close to falling in love with you,” she whispers.

My heart beats a crazy little tune at her admission, but I know exactly how she feels because I feel it too. I’ve never felt this connected to anyone before.

“I warn you, once you fall you’ll be stuck with me forever, because I’ll never let go.”

She lays her head against my chest. “Does that mean you’re falling too?”

“I already tripped and fell the day I saw your pretty smile on the beach.”