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She gulps and hesitates for a moment until she says, “Yeah, I do.”

It takes immense effort to mask the grin threatening to take over my face. An idea forms, wicked and wonderful.

“Hold still,” I murmur, then pull her hands to me and slide my cock between her tied wrists and the rope binding them. The sensation is incredible—the soft rope providing friction along the top of my shaft while her warm palms press against the underside. I thrust experimentally, and a groan escapes me.

“Perfect,” I breathe, spitting into my hand and then onto my cock to slick the way. The saliva makes the slide smoother, the rope just rough enough to create delicious friction. I begin thrusting in earnest, fucking the channel created by her hands and the bindings. She tries to caress my cock.

“Good girls behave,” I tell her, my voice strained with pleasure, “so they can be rewarded.” I punctuate the words by reaching down with my free hand to pinch her nipple, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to send a message. “Don’t touch my cock.”

She moans, the sound louder than before, echoing off the water. The sound nearly pushes me over the edge—and I know that she’s enjoying this as much as I am, that beneath the defiance, she wants this, too.

“You’re assuming a lot of things here, aren’t you?” she says, cheeks still beautifully peppered in red.

“Assuming what?”

“That I’m a good girl.” Her gaze is defiant.

I pull back, my cock slick and throbbing. I need more. Need to feel her in a different way. I slide off her body and position myself on my knees beside her head.

“Well, then suck it, bad girl,” I say, my voice raspy with need. “Suck my cock with those luscious lips.” I guide her head with gentle pressure, positioning the glistening tip at her mouth.

Her pupils are blown wide, her breathing shallow, but instead of complying immediately, she raises an eyebrow. “What the hell do I gain from this?”

I can’t help but smirk at her sass, even now. “Since you’re not a good girl, this is punishment for running away from the cabin,” I correct myself, tracing her lower lip with my thumb. “So... suck my cock. Now, gorgeous.”

She glares at me, but there’s heat behind it, desire mixed with defiance. Then, maintaining eye contact, she parts her lips and takes just the tip of me into her mouth and sucks it in a way that my soul almost leaves me.

“F-fuck,” I hiss, the warm, wet heat of her nearly undoing me. I have to exercise a lot of control not to come right away; after all, it’s been way too many years imagining what it’d be like and now... I’m living my dream.

I guide her head further, encouraging her to take more of me, and begin a gentle thrust that has my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. The sight of her lips stretched to take my cock, the obscene wet sounds, the way her eyes never leave mine as she gags on it—it’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.

I brush her hair away from her face, wanting an unobstructed view of her taking me. “Your mouth was made for this,” I tell her, my voice reverent. “And those noises you’re making... Christ, Vivian. Suck it good.”

She makes a sound around my cock that might be indignation, her teeth grazing me just enough to send a warning. The hint of danger only heightens my arousal.

“You’re fucking demanding,” she manages to say, the words muffled by my cock.

I smirk and thrust deeper, touching the back of her throat. “Just suck it instead of complaining.”

And she does, her technique changing to slow, deliberate tongue movements that have me seeing stars. She hollows her cheeks, creating suction that makes my toes curl inside my boots. Her tongue works the underside of my shaft before she pulls back to focus on just the tip, sucking it like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. I’m going to come, and soon. “Take it all, gorgeous,” I manage, my voice strained as I hold her head while balls deep in her mouth. “Every single drop is for you.”

And it truly is, I think, as the first wave of orgasm crashes over me. I’ve loved this woman for years, wanted her for so long, and now I’m marking her in the most primal way possible. I come hard, pumping into her mouth, watching her throat work as she swallows.

She fucking swallows. Swallows! No woman I’ve ever been with ever did that. Oh fuck. Vivian, don’t make me fall further for you.

When the last tremor subsides, I pull out gently, using my thumb to wipe a drop of cum from the corner of her lips. “Well, that’s my bad girl turned my favorite good girl,” I murmur, caressing her face. That’s when I notice how tightly her legs are pressed together, the flush that’s spread down her neck to her chest, the dilation of her pupils. “You like it...”

“Don’t get cocky,” she mutters, but there’s no heat behind it.

I laugh, a genuine sound that echoes off the water. “I think I have every right to be cocky, considering how you just sucked me off.”

“It’s not like I had many options,” she shoots back, but a quirk to her lips belies her words.

“You could have bitten it off,” I point out. “Not that I wanted that, but you didn’t. You actually said you wanted to suck me. And that’s because you wanted it. You’re in denial like those dark romance protagonists, aren’t you?”

Oops. Fuck. I didn’t want to say this. I try to look normal, hiding my secret the best I can and seeing how she reacts. I know she reads them because, by chance, a couple of years ago, I went to the same bookstore as her and had to avoid her while she was in the dark romance section. I may have followed her around a couple of times last year when I was back in town, too. But saying that would make me sound like a creepy stalker. Which I’m not. I was researching… her.