Page 76 of Terror Tuesday

Part of me wants him to.

The other is focused solely on that leaping dick beneath the black fabric and wanting to use it for myself. I long to make him completely naked, but I’m almost afraid to see him fully. Terrified of how muchlustalready overflows inside of me.

“Lie on my bed as I said, peasant.” I snap the belt, and Elliot tries to hold back a smile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as he lies on his back, I toss my jacket on the pile of his clothes and undress until I’m just in my bra and panties. His chest rises rapidly as he scans my body with heat, making his cheeks grow pink. Once again, his cock surges beneath his briefs.

I straddle his waist, a thigh bracketing each side of his chest, then seize his wrists and press them together. Shoving up his tank, my stomach flips at the sight of those glistening abs. I drag his hands above his head and use the belt to strap him to the headboard—my perfect, panting sex prisoner.

“I-Is that too tight?” I ask.

His warm smile makes me know that what I’ve asked is pretty ridiculous. “Maybe I want it to be. I told you. You’re in charge here. I’m at your mercy.”

I lean forward and press my lips to his, our kiss blinding me and making me forget everything. When I break it, he whispers, “Ruin me. Please. Do whatever to me. I just…I need you.”

It changes something in me when he says it. Like I’ve been waiting for permission to allow myself to feel good without shame. Perhaps by dominating him, I’ll get to feel that way. Powerful. In control. And sexy.

His stubble feels so soft beneath my palms, and I get an idea. If I’m too nervous to use him fully yet, I’ll fulfill one of my fantasies. Something I’ve never felt comfortable doing to a man.

But Elliot’s not just some random man. And I don’t think he would judge me, no matter how thick my thighs are.

So I slip out of my bra and panties, tossing them to the side.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes out as he stares at me with reverence. “You’re so beautiful.”

My nipples harden in the cool air of the room, and I take a deep breath before slipping back over him. “I want you to eat my pussy.”

“You have no idea how much I want to taste you. I’ve been hungry for you.”

Delicately peeling away some of his messy sandy-colored locks, I stroke his cheek for a moment. Hesitating.

“Climb on my fucking face, Olivia. I need that pussy on my tongue.”

“Okay… But I want you to beg.”

“Oh, fuck.Please, Miss President.Please,sit on my face before I starve to death. I can smell your scent from here, and I…I can’t fucking take this. I’m serious. I want you so fucking bad.”

My core clenches. “That was pretty good.”

His legs kick at the sheets, and I giggle at his tantrum as he lightly pulls on the belt. “What do you need from me? I’ll do it. You want me to growl? Drool? Promise you things?”

“I want you to tell me why you took an interest in me.” It slips out before I stop myself.

He grows still, but the fire behind his eyes doesn’t die. In fact, it burns hotter. “Because you carry strength behind your smiles. I see through that fucking facade, Olivia. It’s not you. Therealyou is all blade. Seduction. And beauty.” His voice grows gritty. “So fucking slice me open. I want you to.” Beneath me, his chest rises and falls rapidly. “Please.”

I’m so soaked, I’ve already made his skin wet. But I nod and slide up toward his head while grabbing the headboard. I lift and lower myself over his nose and mouth, the hairs from his jaw tickling my inner thighs until I bounce off him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You’re going to drive me insane. Just sit on my face. Give it to me.”

“I’ll suffocate you.”

“Then I’ll pass out with pleasure. But shove your pretty pussy over my mouth or I’m going to die.”

So I sit. Fully. On his face.

The first moan bubbles up from his throat, and it hits my clit so perfectly I jerk in response. As his nose nudges that tender bundle again, I arch back, bracing with one hand on the headboard. His fingers stretch behind him, opening and closing like he’s reaching for me through the restraint.