Pulling away, my gaze is drawn to the slightly red mark I just gave her on her neck. I notice the goosebumps all along her shoulders and down her arms. “Remember that I know what you like and I’m not afraid to use it against you.”
She sucks in a stuttered gasp and I chuckle, blowing cool air against the bite mark while she tries unsuccessfully to muffle the sounds of her desire. No doubt she’s trying to keep me from noticing. Fat chance. I know her body well, and delight in every one of her vocal responses to me now, just like every time we get between the sheets. I graze callused fingers down her spine and look over her shoulder, watching her whole body react to my touch.
“Listen, doll. I’ll make an exception this time. I’ll tell you exactly what I have planned for you, but I’m not going to give it all to you tonight.” I drag my finger along the stiff line of her right shoulder and watch goosebumps prick up in its wake. “It’s extra punishment for being so naughty. Isn’t it, naughty girl?”
“Yes…Sir.”
Her breathy reply does things to my cock that no one else can ever whip out of me.
“Good,” I clear my throat and hold on to my self-control. If I don’t, I’ll be buried deep in her wet heat any second now. That’s not what I want. At least not this second. I learned a long time ago that that drawing out every ounce of pleasure will make our time together that much better. It’s what we both crave. Delayed gratification.
“Where were we? Ahhh, yes. Keep your ankles in line with the stool legs. And don’t move an inch.”
Molly does as she’s told, and quickly too. I make quick work of tying each ankle to separate legs of the bar stool. Molly doesn’t struggle, but as I look up at her, her chest rises and falls. Her breathing picks up with every knot I secure loosely against her creamy soft skin. I’m not nearly as rough as she usually likes it. This isn’t anywhere close to the tip of the iceberg with regards to our kink, but something tells me our usual stuff isn’t right at a time like this. She may not care for me to know it, but she’s still traumatized by that visit from her ex. Still, it’s nice to be in familiar territory.
I rearrange my achingly hard cock, mentally promising myself soon.
But first, the game.
I take in all of Molly—naked, vulnerable, and trembling, with her hands back behind her neck. I can’t help how much I’m enjoying her. Even something as small as my darkening spot on her neck from my teeth is enough for me to want to take her harder than ever before. That’s the reaction Molly always brings out in me, a craving for the sadist in me to come out and play, to let the rest of the world fade so I can just be free to do as I please with no regret.
Not one inch of me can deny taking Molly. If possible, I’ll have her for round two before taking her to the clubhouse. With a shake of my head, I push the thought away. I zero in on my prey, aware of her sweet, wet scent. Damn, she’s dripping for me. I bend forward, my lips hovering less than an inch away from her ear as my hot, predatory breath caresses her earlobe.
“If this were your usual punishment, bad girl, I’d make your nipples ache with these clamps, and then I’d make you red all over with this riding crop.” She squirms a bit, and I know I have her, remembering that the crop drives her out of her mind. “Then, when you couldn’t take any more, I’d break out the vibrator and make you come hard… but none of that’s gonna happen. This time, it’s these hands, this tongue, and what I’m packing between my legs that’ll make you scream my name.”
“Tate…” her small whisper tests my resistance. My cock pulses at my open zipper. I have to clench my hands into painful fists.
Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, yet I manage to do so, and it drives me out of my ever-loving mind. I swallow thickly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak again, did I?”
She shakes her head, thick dark hair bouncing around her shoulders as I go around the island and grab the nipple clamps. I make as if I’m putting them on her stiff little pink nipples, then toss them aside. She might want to feel a measure of pain, but this is one time I can’t take it that far. I won’t. Molly’s been through enough today in the real world. But God, she’s begging for it. She licks her lips and gasps, eyes round, and only half-focused as she parts her legs wider, imploring me without words.