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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

SAWYER

I feel like we’ve circled back to that night in October.

Back then, I was nervous about sleeping with a woman I knew I wanted more than one night with. She intimidated and fascinated me in equal measure, leaving me desperate for more each time I touched her.

And now? Months later, I’m nervous in her presence for a whole heap of different reasons, the main being about what she has planned for me tonight.

I’ve had my hands bound to the headboard and the spreader bar fixed to my ankles for the past five minutes as I lie here, waiting for Collins to emerge from the en suite. She’s being especially secretive, and the mischievous expression she’s worn since Ezra went to bed has me feeling some kind of way right now.

I edged her hard that night with ice play and the paddle. Is that what she has in mind for me? Maybe this is her way of revenge.

“All okay?” I call out to her, a mixture of excitement and trepidation unmistakable in my voice.

No answer.

Despite being exposed and incredibly vulnerable, I’m hard as a fucking rock at the anticipation alone, pre-cum leaking from the tip and slowly beading down my shaft.

I strain against the leather straps, the urge to wrap my fist around the base and draw an orgasm from my already-tightening balls overwhelming, all-consuming.

And as I press my head back into the pillow and try to get ahold of myself, I realize this might be all part of my kinky girl’s game—to keep me here, waiting, hoping, and thinking over everything she might do to me.

My cock stiffens again. Jesus, why does the thought of her psychologically edging me drive my arousal to the point of pain?

When I’m ready to rip the headboard clean from the frame, the en suite door handle finally depresses, and a pink-manicured foot emerges first.

Finally.

“Baby Girl, I need you to hurry the fuck up because I …” I trail off, the ability to verbalize vanishing, and in its place is the only image I ever want to see for the rest of my life.

“W-where did you get that outfit?” I stutter the words like I haven’t spoken in years, my throat tight and thick.

She’s dressed in a black faux leather body suit that dips low at the front, revealing a tantalizing display of cleavage, and my mouth waters at the sight of her. The outside parts of her legs are exposed but secured tightly with a corset-style lace, crisscrossing all the way from her ankles to her hips.

I pull against the restraints around my wrists, desperate to get my hands on her and run my fingers through her soft pink hair as it frames her heart-shaped face perfectly.

“Ordered it online a few days ago,” she answers, casually sauntering toward me, nothing but torturous intentions motivating her movements. “What’s the matter?” she asks, noticing the way I’m fighting against the leather strap.

“I don’t want to play games, Collins. I just want to fuck.” I wanted to sound assertive, but the words are more of a plea.

When she kneels on the foot of the bed, I notice her hands are empty, and hope blooms in my chest. Maybe she is just planning to fuck my brains out and give me the quick release I need.

“Where are your props?” I ask, eyeing her empty hands.

Collins drops to her palms as she slowly but very deliberately crawls over my lower body, coming to a stop when her head aligns with my impossibly hard dick.

Eyes on me and never wavering, she swipes one pass of her tongue across the head, circling back around before moving to the slit, teasing the hole with damp warmth.

“I don’t need props, Sawyer. Not tonight.”

Yeah, I’m fucking done for. RIP me. Farewell, Sawyer Bryce.

“Is that suit crotchless?” I choke out.

“Yep,” she confirms, taking my dick into her mouth, but not too far, only enough to tease the head.

She swirls her tongue around me, and my hips buck off the bed.

She doesn’t like that, her foot darting out to the side as she holds the bar down.

“Baby, I’m going to blow. For real, I’m right there.” And I’m not lying. I really am seconds away from shooting straight down her throat.

Collins pops off me and then blows on the end of my cock. The cool air hits my burning skin, and I wince at the intensity. It’s the perfect balance of addictive and unbearable. I want more.

“Suck it,” I demand.

Just as I predicted, she shakes her head defiantly. “No.” She rises onto her knees and moves further up my body until she’s perfectly aligned and hovering over it. “I want it in my cunt.”

Instead of lowering down in the conventional way, she simply spreads her knees wider, demonstrating her flexibility as her pussy slowly swallows my dick. Her jaw hangs open, tiny moans filling the space around us.

“Fuck it, Collins. You know that’s all you can think about—taking my dick deep inside you, along with my cum.”

“No.”

I could cry when she lifts back up, leaving her empty and me leaking yet more pre-cum.

That is, until she takes me back into her mouth, swallowing down not just me, but her own release. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, and the involuntary spasm squeezes my cock tighter. I want to blow. I need to come so fucking badly, but, goddamn, she makes it so good that I want to hold out for as long as possible.

She grazes her teeth along my shaft, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck—fuck—FUCK. I’m going to shoot.”

“No,” she torments, releasing me and guiding her thumb over the crown, gathering my release on her finger before taking it into her mouth.

She crawls toward me, and every muscle I possess contracts, fingernails biting into my wooden headboard as I grip it with strength I didn’t know I had.

Collins has flipped the switch. I knew she was a bad girl; I knew kink was what she liked, but right now, she’s a demon—thirsty for my pain and pleasure.

She stops just before our lips touch. “Open your mouth.”

I do as she asked.

“Wider,” she commands, a determined edge in her tone.

I’m waiting for her fingers or maybe even her lips. Though that’s not eventually how I taste us.

The first spit hits my tongue, the flavor of us both combining perfectly, and I swallow it down eagerly, hungry for more.

“Open,” she repeats, and again, I’m only too happy to comply.

Reaching between her legs, she swipes her hand through her pussy, taking her glistening arousal into her mouth before releasing it into mine.

Her sweet taste slides down my throat. My favorite treat and flavor that I’ll never grow tired of.

“Still hungry?” she inquires.

I nod, reluctant to speak since the taste of her is still on my tongue and I want to savor it.

She shifts her knees up to either side of my head and then falls back over my body, her back flat against my navel and hair tickling my cock. Collins shifts her hips until her pussy rests a centimeter from my mouth, her feet flat against the wooden slats on my headboard.

“Eat.”

When I first slept with Collins, she reminded me of a wild animal—unrelenting and unpredictable in the bedroom. Tonight, the tables turn as I devour her pussy and eat her out like I’ll never be offered a meal like this again, and if I am, it could never taste as good.

She pushes her cunt into my face, her release soaking me until she’s dripping down my chin. “Make me come, and I’ll consider returning the privilege.”

I need no encouragement. My girlfriend won’t last long as I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it.

She moans, the sound shooting straight to the base of my spine, tightening my balls, but I will myself to wait. I want to climax when she gives me permission.

A few more strokes of my tongue, and the crimson flush rises on her cheeks, mouth forming an O when her eyelids flutter closed. Her breathing hitches, and a strangled whimper creeps up her throat—all sure signs that she’s about to come.

“Soak me, Baby Girl,” I murmur against her pussy, willing her to fall over the edge.

When Collins comes, her inhibitions drop, and it’s the most beautiful sight in the world—to watch my girl relax and give me full control, even for just a few seconds.

She fists the sheets on either side of my body, and finally, I feel her pussy release into my mouth.

Paralyzed by her high, she holds herself against me while I lick and suck everything she offers, convinced I can pull more from her.

After a few more beats, she pulls away, sensitive and flushed but still holding need in her eyes.

With my hands tied, her release continues to drip down my chin, and I swipe my tongue out, eyes fixated on her while she watches me search for everything I can get.

“Want to come, Sawyer?” Her voice is laced with darkness.

Fuck me, this is the greatest Christmas gift ever.

Like the needy boy I am, I whimper, nodding once in case she somehow couldn’t decipher my desperation from the sound alone.

She moves down my body, sitting back on her heels and across my upper thighs. Her soft, warm hand circles my dick, and in one, long languid movement, she strokes me from root to tip, brushing her palm over the head and using fresh pre-cum to lubricate the next pass down my shaft. I’ve never been jerked like this, not with this degree of intensity.

I’m right there—right fucking there.

When she grips the base, I leak more, and she giggles, leaning down and lapping it up.

“I need to come, Collins.”

“Beg for it,” she whispers against my dick.

The easy way out would be to do just that—plead pathetically until she grants me a reprieve. But that’s not what my girl is after. No. She wants my resilience, just like she showed me hers when I had the paddle.

She jerks me again and smirks. “Sorry, I didn’t hear that.” Her spare hand rises to cup her left ear. “Speak up for me, Baby. I need to hear the word.”

“No,” I grit out, dying inside a little more.

Oh shit, she isn’t. That’s my first thought as my girlfriend lowers herself between my thighs, keeping her palm wrapped around my shaft.

She licks and sucks on my balls, pumping me in a rhythm that leaves me in no doubt about how this will end.

“Beg for it, or I’ll hold you like this.”

The vibrations against my balls draw them tighter still, and I press my head into the pillow, so—fucking—turned—on.

I concede, my willpower completely depleted and head spinning out. “Do it. I’m begging you, Baby Girl.”

“Good boy.”

Her praise is the final straw, and I snap under ripping pressure that tears down my spine, shooting into my balls.

I squirt, jets of hot cum spraying across my navel, only stopping when Collins wraps her mouth over the end of my dick, drinking down my orgasm.

I’m speechless, motionless, and totally fucking convinced there is and will never be another woman who can do this to me. Not just because she’s insanely gifted in bed, but because I’m one thousand percent all in.

“I love you.”

For a second, I’m sure I only said the words in my head, still not aware of my ability to form coherent sentences out loud.

But my girl’s eyes confirm my suspicions, growing wide.

I regret nothing, repeating once more, “I love you, Collins.”

She quickly dives for the ties around my wrists, releasing my arms, and I immediately wrap them around her, pulling her into my chest.

“I don’t care if you aren’t ready to say it back now, tomorrow, next week, or in a year. I just need you to know that I’ve fallen so damn hard, and there’s no going back for me. You blow my mind every second of the day, and I’m so fucking in love with you. There’s not a single part of my heart that doesn’t belong to you. If you want me, you have me. Forever.”