Page 66 of The Reaper


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“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Positioning her at the foot of the bed, I helped ease her into a seated position. With her legs wide, I could see how pink and perfect her cunt was. Her bound hands were still in her lap, her fingers tightening and relaxing the longer I looked at her.

Normally, I wouldn’t touch my partners other than to reposition them or attach equipment, but with Fallon, my fingers ached to touch her. Giving in to the sensation, I ran my hand along her jaw, my long fingers reaching around to the back of her head. “Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

“That’s okay. You can be nervous. All I need to know is if you want to stop.”

She shook her head, and her hair brushed up against my skin. Ylang-ylang filled my senses, forcing my eyes to close in euphoria. “I don’t want to stop, sir. I want more.”

If she wanted more, I was going to give it to her. As I dropped to my knees, I said, “Remember what I said. You can’t come until you have my permission. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, eyes wide as she traced my movement closer to her center.

With her bound and restrained, I felt the monster inside my head stretch out a little further. Normally, it was only sated once I had taken my partner’s pain, but it was as if it sensed the need to move a little more slowly, be a little more careful.

“I’m going to eat your delicious cunt now, Fallon.” Before she could reply, I swiped my tongue through her folds and elicited the most delicious gasp from her plump lips. Again, I was in unchartered waters here with her. Giving a woman pleasure was never my intention when it came to fucking. I had certainly never put myself into this position of vulnerability either, but the knowledge that this was a one-time thing helped me overcome any hesitations and just fucking enjoy the taste of her on my lips.

Fallon’s gasp was in my ears.

Her ylang-ylang taste was on my tongue.

My eyes ate up everything about her.

She tried to widen her legs, and when she wasn’t able, she widened her knees and hips, trying to give me more room. I shoved my shoulders between her thighs and feasted on her pussy, running my tongue through it, sucking her clit into my mouth, spearing her center with my tongue. Her honey was dripping all over me, and I fucking loved it.

When her inner thighs began to shake, I reared back from her. She was glassy-eyed and breathing heavily.

“Why …”

I made a show of licking my lips—of tasting her. “You were going to come, and I haven’t given you permission yet.”

She moaned as if she was in pain, then blinked up at me with those blue eyes. “When will you give me permission?”

“When I’m good and ready.” I dived back into her cunt, savoring everything about the experience. The way she squirmed and writhed, how her hips flexed toward me, chasing my mouth and tongue and teeth. I brought her to the edge once more, then sat back on my heels to look at her.

Her face was flushed, her chest heaving with labored breath. A fine sheen of sweat coated her skin, but it was her blue, unfocused eyes that did me in. She looked as if she was standing at the gates of heaven, except it wasn’t an angel who had gotten her there.

It was the devil.

“When are you allowed to come?” I asked, sliding a finger into her pussy.

She threw her head back and rolled her hips. “When you tell me I can.”

“When I tell you you can,what?” I demanded darkly.

“Sir. When you tell me I can, sir.”

I withdrew my finger and slid it into her parted mouth. She latched onto the digit, sucking it hard. “Do you like the way you taste? Because I do.”

Fallon nodded her head. “I want to taste you, too.”

My cock twitched, and as much as I wanted her lips wrapped around me, I shook my head. “This isn’t about me. This is about you and your pleasure.”

I could tell she wanted to protest, so I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth while I pumped two—then three—fingers into her drenched cunt. Her inner walls began to tremble again, and I rolled my eyes up to see a line of concentration on her face as she tried to stop the inevitable. I knew that when she finally did come, the force of it would be exponentially better than it normally would be, and that was all because I had taken control of her pleasure.

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