Before I can scramble away on all fours, he’s on me, an arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me back to the center of the bed on my stomach. I can barely breathe when he presses all his weight on my backside, holding me down while he grabs for my wrists. I try to buck him off, but he’s twice my size and stronger than a freaking ox. The metal clicks tightly over one wrist and then the other, and then I’m his.
Why does the idea of being his, combined with his weight bearing down on me, dominating me, get me so wet that the arousal may very well leave a puddle in his bed soon?
Malcolm is not even out of breath when he flips me over and pulls me by the chain connecting the two cuffs to the headboard. A second later, my arms are raised and there’s another metallic click. I try to lower my arms, but they only come to my forehead before they meet resistance.
“There,” Malcolm says. “Now, where were we?” he asks before his palms grasp both of my knees and spreads them wide apart. “Oh right. You were begging me to lick your pussy.”
“Was not,” I counter.
“So you weren’t trying to scalp me when you were moaning please?”
In response to his question, I exhale heavily, trying to blow my sweaty hair out of my eyes and then remain silent.
“If you’ve forgotten already, I’d be happy to remind you,” Malcolm says before his head lowers between my legs. His wet tongue licks a straight line from my knee down up my inner thigh, stopping right where I want his tongue. I try not to squirm, to not let his ministrations get to me, even when he blows the cool air from his mouth over my pussy. A small giggle escapes, and then it’s like a dam bursting as my body shakes with laughter.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Malcolm sits back on his knees and asks.
Tears leak down my cheeks, so it’s hard to see the expression on his face. And since my hands are restrained, I can’t even wipe them away.
“You just gave me a blow job,” I tell him, followed by another giggle.
“Are you high or drunk?” he asks.
“No,” I reply. “I’m handcuffed to the bed of a man who caught me stealing from him hours ago, a man Harry said would kill me if I got caught.”
“Did you really think for a second that I would kill you?” he asks, putting his hands on his hips and sounding genuinely annoyed.
“Seriously? Um, I dunno.”
“Well, in that case, I don’t know what’s more fucked up – the fact that you think I could kill so easily or the fact that you’re in my bed begging me to tongue fuck you despite the fact that you think you’re in mortal jeopardy.”
“I-I wasn’t begging.”
“You were,” he says, lowering himself over me until his face is inches from mine, those hypnotic eyes burning into my blue ones. “And if you really thought I would kill you or harm you, I don’t think you would have ever let me touch you.”
“But Harry will if I don’t pay him the rest of his money.”
“I’m going to take care of that asshole. But right now, there’s nothing we can do about it tonight. Since you’re naked in my bed and begging me to lick your tight little pussy, I’m going to fuck you as many times as I can get my dick up and deal with him tomorrow.”
“I didn’t beg…oh God!” I exclaim when Malcolm suddenly shoves one of his thick fingers inside me.
“You did, and you will again,” he says before he leans down to take one of my nipples between his teeth and tug on it before applying suction. Between that and the hand between my legs while my arms are restrained, it doesn’t take long before every inch of my body ignites into flames that threaten to burn me from the inside out. Just as soon as Malcolm’s mouth lowers and his tongue starts to flutter against my clit, I combust, coming apart in waves of pleasure so intense they almost hurt.
By the time the fire slowly dies down inside of me, Malcolm’s damp chest is right above my face as he rhythmically rolls his hips like he’s moving to the most erotic song ever. On each upward thrust, he relentlessly fills me with his long, hard as steel flesh over and over again. At some point, my legs wrapped around his waist, so that my heels are digging into his muscular ass, urging him to go deeper even though there’s not a breath of space inside me that he hasn’t thoroughly plundered.
My mouth goes dry from the various gasps and moans I’m making, so I lap up Malcolm’s slick skin as his pecs move back and forth over my tongue. He tastes delicious, salty with a hint of coconut.
“Fuck, Naomi,” he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a familiar lover instead of a near stranger. Lowering himself to his forearms puts his neck within reach of my lips, so I devour that skin as well. Malcolm must like it, because he growls against my ear and then loses his rhythm, his massive body shuddering after he rams his cock as far as it will go inside me one final time.
Once he goes still, his brick wall of a chest grazes mine with each of our panting breaths, and his gasps are loud next to my ear where his wet lips are still pressed, tickling me, making me squirm underneath him since I can’t push him away. I’m not sure I really want to.
Malcolm abruptly grabs both sides of my jaw in one of his strong hands, squeezing it in a tight grip so that I’m forced to meet his gaze. His eyes are heavy lidded and there’s a hint of a smile trying to tip the corners of his bearded lips, so I know he’s not angry. “The next time I come, it’s gonna be in this sexy mouth, and it’ll be your fault for teasing me with it.”
“You taste good,” I tell him, obviously still high on endorphins. Now, he does smile down at me for the very first time, and he’s so gorgeous he takes my breath away.
“So do you,” he replies before he rolls away and climbs off the bed. The loss of him between my legs leaves me feeling empty. My inner walls spasm as if searching for Malcolm, missing the way he stretches and fills up the space like he was made for it.
I follow his movements across the room, eyeing his semi-erect cock and ready to beg him for it again, even though I don’t beg. It’s a relief to see there’s a condom covering his big Johnson, although I have no idea when he took the time to put it on. Without a word, he disappears into the bathroom where I hear water running, his shower I’m guessing. Eventually, clouds of steam come rolling out, smelling of sweet, delicious coconuts and sandalwood. It must be his body wash or shampoo that gives him the mouthwatering scent.
I can’t believe he left me handcuffed to his bed while he went to take a freaking shower. Still, other than wishing I was covered with sheets and my arms were free, I’m surprisingly content. In fact, in no time at all, my eyes drift closed, and I let my body relax into the mattress.
Chapter Twelve
Malcolm
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Stupid. What I’m doing with Naomi is incredibly stupid. The fact that I know full well it’s stupid yet I’m still doing it makes me a fucking idiot. I’m usually smarter than this, less spontaneous and more thoughtful, calculated in everything I do.
Naomi has a way of throwing me off balance, forcing me to just react and not think. In a way, it’s freeing; but it’s also dangerous.