Yelping, I attempt to escape because I’m all sweaty, but Bull holds me prisoner when he licks my sex in one hot swipe. Groaning, I forget about my bashfulness and lose myself in the feel of him devouring my slick flesh.
His mouth and tongue work in unison, eating me out with feral possession. He drives his tongue deep, humming when I rock back onto his face, not in control of my body because it’s been so long since someone has gone down on me. Gripping my legs, he parts them wide, opening me up farther.
My leotard is in the way, but the barrier only makes what we’re doing all the hotter. Bending forward, my spine bows, granting Bull full access to my body. The coarseness of his beard adds to the sensation of being consumed from the inside out.
I buck onto his face, my body trembling with every flick of his tongue. His mouth is soft and hard as he moves from side to side and up and down, rubbing my scent all over him. The barre creaks under my weight as I desperately chase my release.
Bull reaches around me and begins to rub my clit through the thin material of my leotard. The heightened sensation causes me to gasp. Without direct contact, he winds my body even tighter than it already is. He continues fucking me with his mouth while circling my clit.
I’ve never come this way before. Sure, I’ve had guys go down on me, but this is something else. I didn’t know I liked this…wickedness until I was with Bull.
He is everywhere, but it’s still not enough. I want more. “Oh my god,” I pant, not recognizing my own voice.
His tongue and fingers are ruthless, brutalizing me until I’m begging him to make me come. I can’t take it any longer and clench my muscles, whimpering as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, and my eyes are animated with a light I’ve not seen before.
Bull suddenly pulls away, and I collapse over the barre with a frustrated grunt. Before I can question what he’s doing, he comes to a stand behind me. His face is slick with my arousal, and I instantly remember what he said to me the last time he tasted me.
He reads my retreat and licks his lips with a low, sated growl, proving to me he enjoys my taste after all. “Do you still want me to break you?” he dares, referring to his admission last night.
I nod wickedly in response, meeting his eyes in the mirror. If last night was a taste of what he’s capable of, then I want more…more…more. This wickedness helps me expel the ghosts of my past and allows me to be…free.
He grins, a sight I don’t see too often, which is a damn shame because it’s wrapped in pure sin. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you? The pain, the fear, it gets you off.”
Coming to a shaky stand, I ignore his question, ashamed of what my response will be because he’s right. When he hurts me, threatens me, it makes me feel alive.
I watch his every move as he picks up a ribbon stick. The red silk ribbon is like a flashing warning, hinting this is the point of no return. He tugs once, the wand detaching from the ribbon with ease. He slowly unravels the length, stretching it tightly in his hands.
“Strip,” he commands, and there is nothing negotiable about his demand.
Even though he’s seen me almost naked and been inside me, this is something else. It’s a lot more personal and confronting. One-on-one, with no glitter or costumes to hide behind. With my back turned, I fumble with the clip on my skirt, eventually getting it undone, and it lands at my feet.
Never breaking eye contact with him, I slowly pull down the straps of my pink leotard. The material bunches above my breasts as I quickly get cold feet and don’t want to go any further. Bull doesn’t move. He simply stands still, slowly wrapping the ribbon around his fist.
A part of me knows that if I take this final step, I will be lost to these feelings forever. I haven’t felt this exposed since Michael. He took my virginity with softness and love, and even though I am no longer a virgin, this suddenly feels like my first time. And in some ways, it is.
I haven’t been with someone I…care about since him, and when I get lost in the heaven and hell only Bull can offer me, I realize that I care about Bull. More than I should. He has been up front, not promising me anything. But this, now, this is enough. No matter what he says, no matter how hard he tries to scare me away, he comes to me, time and time again, proving he feels whatever this is too.
I have inexplicable feelings toward someone who took another’s life. No, that doesn’t define Bull, but it does stitch together who he is. So, the question is, what will I do?
Letting go of what’s right or wrong, I hook my fingers into the material of my leotard and peel it from my body, exposing my breasts. Bull’s ravenous expression gives me the courage to roll the leotard down the rest of the way.
Kicking it aside, I stand in nothing but my pointe shoes.
Standing with my back to him makes this a little easier, but Bull can clearly see my front reflected in the mirror. His eyes scour over every inch of me, and when he rubs two fingers across his bottom lip, my nipples instantly harden.
Tilting his head slightly, he drops his gaze lower and lower until it lands on the junction between my thighs. Yes, he’s felt what lays hidden there, but he’s never seen me like this before. I instantly notice a bulge straining against his zipper.
As I press my lips together, the flush to my skin betrays my response to him. Needing to do something to conceal my blushing, I attempt to bend discreetly to take off my slippers, but Bull shakes his head, a sinful grin tugging at his lips, stopping me.
“Leave them on.”
He steps forward, ribbon in hand, eyes alight. I grab onto the barre, needing to anchor myself before I fade away. Bull stops inches from my back, towering over me as he eats me up from head to toe. I can’t stop trembling as I await his next move.
I so desperately want him to touch me.
He trails his fingers down my arms, spreading goose bumps evenly across my skin. I lick my dry lips, unable to silence my heavy breathing. However, when he comes to a stop at my wrists, I hold my breath.
Bull doesn’t say a word as he guides my arms behind me before looping the ribbon around my wrists. I’m being bound, tighter and tighter, and when he reinforces my imprisonment with a tight bow, my heart begins a deafening tempo.
Watching him in the mirror for any sign of what comes next, I brace myself for utter wickedness when a slanted smirk spreads from cheek to cheek. His longer canine teeth emphasize his predatory actions as he grips my bicep and spins me around.
Face to face, hands bound, I am imprisoned in every way possible, and when Bull’s gaze dips toward my sex, I am his willing captive. I want to kiss him so badly, so using what God gifted me with, I rise onto my toes, which makes me level with those bowed lips.
His arrogance is suffocating, robbing me of breath, so I decide it’s only fair to steal his. Pressing my lips to his, I savor him with a newfound taste because this kiss is something new. I don’t fail to realize every kiss we’ve shared are ones I’ve instigated, but with this one, under the hunger, under the need to devour one another whole, there is a longing, a calling to each other’s souls.
The fact only has me kissing him harder.
He threads his fingers through my hair, tugging wildly, but the pressure is just right. We kiss without apology, attempting to triumph over the other, but in the end, Bull wins. He guides me through the room, our lips and tongues never missing a beat as he finds the chair in the corner.