“I want to unwrap you.”
He worked on her top, popping the lace and pulling it free of the grommets. When he had it open, he spread it wide, exposing her chest. She started to move, intending to help him strip her.
“Stay,” he barked. “Don’t move. Wait on my whim.”
He sat back on his haunches, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe. She shivered, so aware of him looking at her. Her confidence wavered, but at the same time swelled because he was in no hurry to stop.
“Do you like being on display for me?”
She nodded, not sure she could form words.
He cupped her knees and raised them up to her belly before straightening them, her feet pointing at the ceiling.
“Stay.”
He slid his hands down the outside of her legs, over her calves, past her knees, to the bottom of her skirt. He kept going to where the zipper was hidden along her left hip. She was so aware of him and of the sound of the zipper separating. He pulled the tab all the way down before hooking his hands into the waistband and pulling it up her legs. He had to stand up to remove it, because her legs were still pointed at the ceiling.
She gasped, the sight of him yanking her skirt away twisting her insides.
“Open your legs for me.”
She’d crossed her ankles, but unlocked them and watched his face as she spread herself for him, the yellow flicker from the candles turning him golden. He stood there, above her, making her breath catch, and opened his fly. His cock was swollen, jutting out the moment he allowed it freedom.
“Oh yeah…” She curled up and rose onto her knees, reaching for his cock, cupping his balls before licking her way up the shaft.
Her leaned forward, bracing his hands on the wall above the headboard as she circled the head of his cock with her tongue.
“Shit…” he growled. “Suck it…”
“Not yet.” She licked him again, making a slow pass along the ridge of flesh that crowned his cock. “You’re going to wait for it.”
She toyed with his balls, recalling just how he’d driven her crazy with foreplay.
It was time for payback.
“I’m going to make you lose it this time.”
She cut him a look and purred when she got a glimpse of his face. It was savage, hard with primal enjoyment, and she’d put that look there.
She stroked his cock, closing her fingers around his girth and working her hand along its impressive length. She ached for another round with it, but she was going to make him groan first.
“Oh shit!” he hissed when she took him inside her mouth. “Yeah, baby…suck it down…”
She’d never wanted to give a blow job as much as she did at that moment. This wasn’t a payback, tit-for-tat thing. She wanted to drive him wild.
He was jerking toward her, fucking her mouth as she played with his balls and worked her fingers along the portion of his cock that she couldn’t take inside her mouth. She lifted up and came down, rubbing her tongue along the underside of his cockhead to tease the cluster of nerve endings there.
“Yeah…suck me…suck me hard…”
His voice was guttural, the moment hard and blunt. She tightened her lips and hand, working her mouth up and down as she listened to the sound of his breathing.
He gasped, groaning as he sucked his next breath through his clenched teeth. He was driving toward her, holding her head as his cock hardened to the breaking point.
“Argh…”
He started to spurt, giving up his come in a thick eruption that she sucked him through. It was more erotic than anything she’d ever done, the shift of power intoxicating in a whole new way. She sat back, pleased beyond measure by her victory.
And it was a victory. When Syon opened his eyes, there was the promise of payback.
He dropped to his knees and stripped her chemise top from her, but he didn’t remove it completely. He twisted it around her wrist and knotted it.
“Does that hurt?”
She was still stunned to discover herself bound. He lifted her chin so he could see her expression.
“No. It doesn’t hurt.”
Pleasure lit his face, and a moment later he pushed her onto her back, using his chest to flatten her on the bed. He pulled her arms above her head, and she felt him tying the ends of the top to the headboard.
“It’s my turn, baby.”
She trembled, both from the timbre of his voice and the look in his eyes. He pulled up and off her, sliding his hands down her body to her breasts.
“Perfect tits.”
He teased them with just his fingertips, sending a thousand ripples of pleasure across her skin. She twisted, unable to stay still. Her nipples had contracted into tight beads that he leaned over and licked.
“Oh, Christ.” She jerked as his tongue rasped over one nipple, lapping, licking, before he moved over to the other one.
“I like them wet like this…” He came back to the first nipple and treated it to another round. “From my tongue.”
The air-conditioning was cool against her nipples when he left them and ventured lower. He grasped her panties and pulled them free.
“And I like seeing this part of you glistening too.”
He pushed her knees open, but honestly, she was shameless at that point. She was ready to have him, in any position he demanded.
“So wet.”
He trailed his index finger through her folds, stopping at the opening to her passage.
“So inviting.”
He rimmed her, circling her opening with that fingertip, the look on his face making her breath catch.
He thrust inside, drawing a moan from her as she lifted up to take him.
“So tight.”
He added a second finger on the next thrust and worked them in and out of her.
“Were you sore?” He pushed deep and scissored his fingers inside her, setting off a whole new round of hunger. “From my cock?”
“Yeah…” Her voice was thready and desperate.
He moved his thumb up until it was resting on top of her clit.
“I love the sounds you make when you come.”
She jerked, the need simmering inside her reaching a critical heat level. She’d never been one for talk during sex. But once again, Syon was taking her to places she’d never realized she wanted to go.
“Suck me.” It should have sounded cheesy, but instead she discovered it so erotic, she writhed.
His lips split into a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
A moment later she lost all concept of the world around her. Syon hovered over her spread slit for just a moment, long enough for her to feel his breath against her tender parts. Just one moment before he licked her.
She cried out, gripped in sensory overload. She was a hairbreadth from climax, but he didn’t linger over her clit long enough to let it burst.
“Not just yet…” He teased her slit, thrusting his tongue into her pussy and licking his way up to her clit. He closed his mouth over the throbbing point and worried it with his tongue.
She jerked.
And cried out.
And wound her legs around his shoulders as she lifted off the bed in a frantic attempt to ride him. She was twisting up and off the comforter, certain that every muscle she had was going to snap because she was drawn so tight.
Syon didn’t give her the release she was desperate for. He teased and licked, always pulling back right at the moment she was sure she was going to fly apart.
“Syon!” she screamed. “You…asshole!”
He chuckled against her clit, the vibration tormenting her even more. She whimpered, mentally surrendering all attempts at control.
“Like that, do you?”
He looked up her body, his lips curved into a huge grin. “Like I said, baby. I want to sing to you.”
He lowered his mouth and captured her clit again. This time, he mumbled against her, the sound intensifying the motion.
She arched up, her body tightening around his fingers as she climaxed. It wrung her like a dishcloth. She jerked against her bonds, twisting and tumbling through the waves of pleasure. Syon sucked her through it, finally rising up when she collapsed onto the bed in a pile of quivering muscles.