Page 84 of Scarred

“No, you’ve definitely touched me before,” I murmur.

On my body and in places I swore would never be touched again.

I keep the last part to myself and focus on what I can control.

And right now, I want her to hand over the reins to me.

Grabbing her neck, I bring her to me, so our lips are almost touching. Her breath mingles with mine, and her eyes widen at my sudden movement.

“Untie me, little moon. It’s my turn.”

“But…but our session isn’t over yet,” she swallows. “Your coach is paying me…”

“My coach is paying you to make me feel better,” I say with a rough edge to my voice, already picturing her laid out underneath me. “And what I have in mind is definitely going to make me feel better,” I grin wickedly. “Now be a good girl and untie me. I have a sudden itch that, if memories serve me, you promised to scratch.”

She scrambles off my body and removes the straps around my feet, sliding it out from around my waist.

I have her on her back in two seconds flat as I reverse our positions, feeling better now that I have the upper hand.

Her breath comes out in little pants, and I can tell she’s highly aroused as her thighs press together.

Bending down, I get close to her ear and inhale her sweet lavender scent.

That mixed with the heat radiating off her skin fucking ruins me as my pulse kicks up a notch.

My tongue swipes her glistening neck, and the salty taste of her exertion hits my tongue as she practically purrs beneath me. Heat radiates down from the ceiling, causing a sheen of sweat on both our bodies as I enjoy the taste of her like this…all hot, sweaty, and bothered.

My knuckles drag along the side of her stomach before reaching her little sports bra. In one quick motion, I have the material pulled down, setting her breasts free as they spill out of the fabric for me to enjoy.

Her pink nipples tighten as I swirl my tongue over them before sucking deep and hard.

Moaning softly, she arches up and grabs my hair as I feast on each one. My dick is hard as stone against her leg as it digs into her.

Breaking away, I lean back and admire my view. Her breasts move with each panted breath, dotted with my marks where I’ve sucked and nipped at her soft skin.

Hooking my fingers in her waistband, I slide those sexy little shorts down her legs and toss them with her thong to the side.

Spreading her thighs, I see how wet she is and moan my approval.

“Such a naughty little teacher,” I tsks, running my finger through her arousal and watching her body bow up in pleasure, “getting this wet for a client.”

I suck her off my finger and savor the taste.

“Just you,” she pants, watching me enjoy my snack.

Possessiveness rears its ugly head at even the thought of her with anyone else. It does something to me that I don’t want to admit.

Instead, I reach for the strap and focus on what I can control.

Her eyes widen when I grab her wrists and bind them together, holding them tight above her head. The greens of her eyes quickly turn glossy as desire rushes in.

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” I watch her squirm beneath me, her body begging for what’s next. “I’ve been thinking about tying you up since that very first day.” I take her nipple into my mouth again and suck hard before grazing my teeth against her soft skin. My hand slides between her legs, and a groan escapes when I feel her thighs slick with her arousal. “You’ve thought about this too,” I smile against her skin as I insert two fingers.

“Cayden,” she whimpers, lifting her hips and forcing me to go deeper.

Jesus.

I raise my head and watch her enjoy my touch. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breasts jut out as she arches in sheer pleasure. Her little sounds are like my kryptonite, and I can’t seem to get enough of them.