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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

SAWYER

C ollins answered my question exactly how I’d wanted—she’s in my bed, hands tied to my headboard, her pussy inches from my face. There’s no other way I would’ve wanted to spend my afternoon.

“Can you stand them a little wider?” I ask, extending the spreader bar further.

“More,” she demands, voice heady and hands straining against the leather strap we bought earlier. “I want to be as wide as possible while you tease me.”

I spread her legs further, stopping when her feet are another inch apart.

Completely at my mercy—that’s how I like Collins Mackenzie.

I lean back on my haunches, scrubbing a palm over my mouth, words to describe how perfect she looks dying on my tongue. She’s naked and ready for me, hair sprawled across my white pillow. Her tattoo is all that covers her flawless, fair skin.

She doesn’t say anything either, waiting for me to make a move and do as I please. That’s what she wants—for me to take control of her, of us, of this moment right here. Having Collins hand herself to me like this is seismic and likely the hottest experience of my life. After all, it’s exactly what I wanted.

Eyes on hers, I drop to my elbows between her legs, fingertips trailing along the side of her left thigh. “How badly do you want me to edge this body?”

She squirms at the sensation, making it clear light touch is exactly what she loves. “Until it hurts and my pussy aches from desperation.”

I can see how wet she is already. Dripping. Her release soaking the sheets covering my mattress.

With a gentle finger, I ascend to the top of her thigh, not stopping as it passes through her pussy, the sound of her wet arousal shooting straight to my cock.

I pin my bottom lip between my teeth and swipe my finger through her a second time. “Baby Girl, I’ve barely touched you, and already, you could take me so easily.”

Feet planted firmly on the mattress, she fights against the bar, desperate to close her legs and end the torture.

I push up onto my elbows and climb off the bed, eyes still firmly on hers as she follows me with confusion.

“Where are you going?”

Standing at the foot of my bed, I make her watch as, one by one, I unbutton my Levi’s, letting them pool around my ankles in a heap. “Getting myself comfortable. It’s going to be a long afternoon, no?”

She bites the inside of her cheek and groans, wrists pulling against the restraints. “Just make me come already, Sawyer.”

When Collins was in the bathroom earlier, I took the opportunity to grab something I knew would push her to the brink of her limits.

Ice.

Reaching down under the bed, I pull out a glass filled with a half-dozen cubes. “But where’s the fun in giving you what you want right away?”

She scowls at me, and I fucking love it. I round the bed and come to stand by her side, towering over her. When she clocks the ice I set on the nightstand, her tongue peeks out, tantalizing as it runs the length of her bottom lip.

“What are you going to do with that?”

On my hands and knees, I crawl over to her, kneeling just in front of the spreader bar.

I reach over to the glass and grab a single ice cube, showing it to her. “What do you want me to do with this, Collins?”

She wets her lips again.

“Cat got your tongue?” I tease.

She swallows thickly, eyes dropping to the ice as it slowly begins to melt, water trickling down my fingers.

Her focus is pinned solely on me as I take the cube into my mouth, the freezing sensation a stark contrast against the way my tongue burns with the need to be on her.

Lying down on the bed and with my head between her spread legs, I bring the cube between my lips, languidly running it along the inside of her thigh.

The heat of my tongue, combined with her body, melts the cube faster, trickles of water running down her leg and intensifying her pleasure.

“Oh Jesus,” she gasps when I reach her apex. “Ice play is my absolute favorite.”

A raw sense of pride settles in my chest when I part her open with my fingers and circle her clit slowly with cold lips, being sure not to let the ice cube make direct contact with her pussy.

My mouth is soaking wet with a mixture of her arousal and the ice.

“Fuck!” Her knees shake as her legs desperately try to close around my head, just like they did that time I ate her out in my Lamborghini.

I pull back, lips shining as I shake my head at her reaction. She wanted me to edge her, so she’ll take the torture like a good fucking girl.

My mouth is practically numb from the ice—good and ready to do exactly what I planned.

Moving up her body and braced on my elbows, I hover over my girlfriend and drop my mouth down to hers. Tracing two fingers across her lower lip, I ask for her to open up.

She does as I want, and I drop the cube onto her tongue.

“Can you taste that, Baby? That’s the pure perfection that is your pussy.”

Her tormented whimper pulls a dark rumble from my chest.

“What was that, Collins?” I turn my ear toward her, knowing full well that she can’t speak with the cube in her mouth. “You want me to edge you some more?”

I’m back down her body, my freezing tongue across her clit in seconds, lapping at her with zero intention of letting up. She tastes like fucking heaven, and when she writhes beneath me, I pin her legs to the bed with a firm hand on the spreader bar.

“Patience, pretty girl.”

“Sawyer, make me come, please. I’m begging you.”

The cube must’ve melted already. She doesn’t sound desperate enough, and I’m enjoying myself way too much to allow that.

I shake my head once. “No.”

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab another cube from the glass, running it across her already-peaked nipple. “You know what might make me take pity on you?”

“What?” she groans, yanking her hands and getting nowhere.

My eyes flick from her nipple to her dilated pupils. “Beg for it.”

My dick strains, and I know it’s already leaking into my boxers, the torture I’m inflicting on Collins transferring to my balls as my body urges for its release too.

“I’ll never beg,” she grits out, trying to take back some of the control.

No fucking way . This is my game tonight.

“On your knees, ass in the air.”

I know she can twist the leather strap without hurting her wrists. I just need this bar out of the way. Quickly, I unbuckle the cuffs around her ankles, setting the bar on the other side of the bed.

She doesn’t move her legs, thighs still parted for me.

“Need some help there?” I say, hands underneath her ass as I roll her over.

“Fuck me, Sawyer,” she pleads while rising onto her knees.

“Beg me.” I repeat my demand.

She grips hold of the wooden headboard. “I told you, I’ve never begged, and I don’t plan on starting now.” Her voice is labored with lust—a sure sign that she’s enjoying our tussle.

“You know, the ice wasn’t the only thing I grabbed earlier.” I drop the half-melted cube back into the glass and reach down beneath the bed, finding the spanking paddle we bought and then a bottle of intimate lube, which I set down beside me.

The first crack to her ass isn’t hard. I want to shock her—and I succeed when she squeals and grips the wood harder—but I also want to respect her limitations.

“Harder,” she instructs.

My dick leaks again. I’m so fucking close to blowing.

The second smack leaves a red mark, and she moans into the quiet room, pushing her ass back into me.

“More.”

I switch to her other ass cheek and hit her harder. “Beg me to make you come, Collins.”

“No.”

Her defiance is sexy as hell and my goddamn undoing. I lose control of my willpower, pushing my boxers down with one hand and plowing into her tight, hot cunt with one thrust.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck!” she cries out. “Again.”

I do the opposite of what she wants, pulling out. Her arousal leaks from her entrance and onto my sheets.

“You can’t—can’t leave me like this.”

“Then beg, Baby Girl. Give me your words, and I’ll put my cock back in your pussy, maybe even your ass if you behave well enough.”

She falls silent, and I smack her ass again, more redness rising on her perfect skin.

I’m rearing back once more when she stops me.

“Please, Sawyer. I’m begging you.” Collins turns her head, ordinarily perfect liner smeared across her face, cheeks flushed crimson. “Fuck me with your dick—in both holes. I want this with you.”

I lose it, along with the paddle, throwing it on the floor and driving into her pussy on a guttural groan that fills my bedroom. My finger finds her ass, and I circle it, using her release to tease her opening while I take her pussy with my cock.

She whimpers with delight. This isn’t just fucking. This is Collins handing me the reins to drive us.

And I do. The shift in our relationship inflates my chest, tightening my balls as my dick hits so deep that I know she’ll be coming in seconds.

“Baby Girl,” I pant, “you’re so fucking perfect like this—at my mercy, taking my dick and finger like the needy slut you are.” I push my finger further into her ass, preparing her for what I really want to do.

“I’m coming, Sawyer.”

Her wail acts like a drug, and I want more of it.

“Tell me who fucks you best, Collins.” I want the praise; I need the words of this woman before I paint her pussy with my cum.

“You. It’s never b-been this good.”

I pull out and swipe up the lube, covering two fingers and slowly dipping them into her ass.

Her head lolls forward, arms slack, and her knees practically give out.

I hold her steady with one arm around her waist. “Do you want to take my dick in here?”

“Yes. I want to know what it feels like.”

I’m burning with desire and a huge sense of pride that Collins, my girlfriend, wants this with me.

Grabbing the lube, I pop the cap and cover my shaft. The feeling of her release, combined the lube, sends me right to the edge.

I won’t last long, and I know it.

I drop the closed bottle and draw in a deep breath, notching myself at her entrance. “Drop your shoulders and relax, Collins. Let me look after you.”

She does exactly as I ask, and I feel her body relax in the arm I’m still supporting her with.

“Oh-my-God, it feels so, SO good,” Collins breathes when I push my dick into her tight ass.

I squeeze my eyes shut, every part of my body tightening with desire. “You’re doing so well. Can you take some more of me?”

She nods once, and I continue to push myself inside her.

“That’s right; let that ass eat up what I’m feeding it.”

A couple of seconds later, I’m all the way inside. Her breathing is erratic, and I’m so close to coming.

“Move, Sawyer. Move,” she pleads.

The first stroke is better than I could’ve ever imagined.

“I’m not going to last thirty seconds like this, Collins,” I say, using my free hand to play with her dripping cunt.

She spreads her legs wider, opening herself for me. “Then don’t. The second you come, I know I will too. Shoot it in my ass, Sawyer.”

Two more strokes, and my orgasm explodes deep inside my girl. It’s all-encompassing, mind-altering, and everything I knew we were capable of.

“Fuuuuck!” It’s all I can manage, all I can think to say, as I pull out of her and pump the final jets across her red ass cheeks.

Body satiated and mind spinning out, I gather my cum onto my fingers and push it back inside my girl’s pussy, and she whimpers once more.

“Keep this, Collins. Let me sit inside both holes for as long as possible—a reminder of the best sex you’ve ever had.” I chuckle and gather some more. “You can’t deny I’m a solid ten out of ten for sure.”