“Good?” The last thing I want is to leave marks on her flawless skin.
She nods, and that’s all the permission I need. I move toward the end of the bed and crawl between her legs, kissing from one knee, up her thigh. She squirms with pleasure, letting out small breathy moans in the process. Then, when I finally reach my destination, I move her panties to the side and blow a cool breath of air over her pussy.
“This,” I tell her, slipping my finger inside just enough to tease her, “is all mine. Let me find out anyone else came near this, and there will be hell to pay.”
She groans and throws her head back, obviously turned on by my possessiveness. However, I hope she knows I’m not the slightest bit kidding. Even just knowing Jace thinks about fucking her is enough to send me on a rampage.
I hook my thumbs into the waistline of her panties and pull them down her legs. She’s already dripping by the time I discard them on the floor and get back to business. I watch her reaction as I run my tongue over her clit. She groans, pulling on the cuffs and making them clink against the wood. When she arches her hips to try to find some friction, I back away.
“Lay still, or I’ll stop and leave you like this.”
“You wouldn’t.”
I smirk. “Fucking try me, baby.”
With a whimper, she does her best to stay motionless. I add a finger, shoving two inside of her. The fact that she remains so tight tells me I’m the only one allowed to do this, and fuck if I’m not loving it. I lick into her, and her taste coats my tongue. It’s just as good as the first time, if not better, because this time, she’s at my mercy. I don’t need to hold back in fear of physically hurting her. Today, I’m taking everything I want.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she screams out. It’s harder than any time before this, and judging by the sounds she’s making, she doesn’t have any complaints. My fingers fuck into her, fast and ruthless. Yet, when her voice goes up an octave and she seems like she’s about to come undone, I stop.
“W-what?! Keep going.”
I grin deviously. “I told you, this is about my pleasure, not yours. This will be a whole lot easier if I don’t have to keep reminding you of that.”
Standing up, I pull my boxers off and let my cock free. She stares at it hungrily and licks her lips, silently telling me exactly what she wants—which happens to be where I was going with it anyway. I climb over her, placing my knees on either side of her chest. I line myself up at her mouth and she opens. Her tongue darts out and licks the head of my dick before I rock my hips to enter.
She sucks me off like a fucking professional, with just the right amount of suction and swirling her tongue around the head as I pull back. It feels too good. I lace my fingers into her hair and start to thrust, fucking her mouth the way I’ve wanted to for weeks. She stares up at me with watery eyes as she gags around my length. It’s hot, and dirty, and puts all my wet dreams to shame.
Before this ends sooner than either of us want, I pull out and move to grab a condom. Just as I’m about to rip it open, she stops me.
“Wait.” I shoot her a confused look. “Don’t. I want to feel you.”
“Sav…”
She shakes her head. “You didn’t use one in the shower, and it felt incredible. And besides, you said today was all about you, right? Tell me it doesn’t feel better without one.”
After a very quickly settled internal debate, I throw the condom onto the floor and get back on the bed.
The second I push myself into her pussy, I need to tighten every muscle in my abdomen to keep from cumming on the spot. Unlike the shower, there’s no water to wash away the slickness of her pussy. It’s just her and me, skin on skin.
I grip her hips and start pounding into her—hard. She’s an absolute mess as I fuck her relentlessly, and I know it would only take a little pressure on the right bundle of nerves for her to let go, but there’s a lesson to be learned here. Besides, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back if she came around me right now, and I’m far from ready for this to be over.
Pulling out of her for a second, I flip her over. Her arms are crossed, and she doesn’t look the slightest bit comfortable, but there are no complaints as I put her on her knees, thrusting into her from behind. It’s rough, with much better leverage, and she’s in sexual bliss. Her moans are so loud that I’m starting to wonder if the neighbors can hear. It’s a good thing no one is home. The sounds coming from her mouth sound like they came straight from a porn flick.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I tell her, only to get a jumbled mess of words as a response.
Again, just when she’s about to reach her high, I stop. She drops her head down and lets out a low whine that only has me smiling. To see her so frustrated is exactly what I was looking for. I give it a couple seconds for her body to relax again, and then I’m back to thrusting harshly inside of her.
“Please let me cum. I need it, Grayson,” she pleads.
I slap her ass so hard it’ll probably leave a mark. “Do you still want Jace? Do you think he can fuck you better than I can?”
“No. No, no, no.”
“Who do you belong to, Savannah?”
“You,” she answers without hesitation. “Always you.”
“Better fucking believe it, baby.”
I pull out and flip her back around, immediately going back in, only this time I press my thumb against her clit and watch as she lets go. Her face contorts into the hottest expression I’ve ever seen as she comes undone and explodes around me. That alone is enough to bring me to my breaking point.
At the last second, I pull out and cum all over her stomach. Spurts of white cover her torso, and if I didn’t think she would kill me for it, I’d take a picture. She looks so fucking hot, and so fucking mine.
I collapse onto the bed next to her, leaving her covered in my essence and cuffed to the headboard. She’s stuck, like my own personal sex slave. What I wouldn’t give to be able to leave her there…to have her on demand for whenever I’m feeling like I need to get off—which is fucking constantly since I moved here and came face to face with her for the first time in years.
Getting up, I go to grab a towel from the bathroom and come back to clean her off. She lies there in a post-sex haze, watching me yet falling asleep at the same time. Once she’s not going to drip on my bed, I toss the towel into the laundry basket and get the key from my drawer. I remove one cuff at a time, but even though her hands are freed, they stay above her head.
“Are you okay?” I question.
“Mm-hm.”
A part of me wonders if I should bring her home, but I’m not quite sure I’m done with her yet. Instead, I climb in bed next to her, and before I know it, we’re both out cold.
I WAKE IN THE middle of the night, chilly and alone. A frigid breeze comes through the open window, one I remember being shut before I went to sleep. I pull on a pair of sweatpants and walk over to it. Savannah is sitting on the roof, and fuck, she’s dressed in my clothes. I climb out, careful not to slip, and join her.
“What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
She smiles as she stares up at the stars. “This was always my favorite place in the world. I’ve missed it.”