Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(68)

It makes this fake relationship somewhat legitimate—at least, one facet of it. Which means, if I kill her father, the fallout will be massive.

Catastrophic.

And yet…

My cock jerks against my zipper as she runs her toes over my calf, arching her hips in a slow grind. Already wanting more.

“Someone’s greedy,” I mutter, bending to say the words into her collarbone.

“Or has bad impulse control and wants to get a move on before her brain convinces her this is wrong.”

Frowning, I push her robe off her shoulders, dragging my teeth in the path of exposed skin as the fabric falls. She lifts up, slipping her arms out before folding them over her chest.

The gesture has her tits bulging obscenely, and while I appreciate that view, I don’t want obstructions.

“Careful, love. You’re going to give me a complex.” Sitting back on my knees, I kick her legs farther apart and reach for her wrists, pulling them from her chest.

She resists, a little smirk forming at the corner of her mouth. “Please, we know your ego’s big enough to take it.”

“Perhaps,” I agree, yanking harder. She unlatches at once, and I move quickly, pinning her hands up above her head. “The real question is, can you take it?”

A ripple travels down her throat as she swallows. “Your ego?”

“No.”

With my free arm, I manage to work the button on my fly free, shimmying the denim down over my hips. Freeing my cock from the confines of my boxer briefs, I give it a slow pump and try not to come on the spot.

Fisting just beneath the crown, I slip the tip through her arousal, collecting it on my bulbous head. She’s soaked, so it only takes one pass through before I’m massaging her clit and making her gasp for air.

“Jesus,” she hisses through gritted teeth.

“Still no.” Clucking my tongue, I pull the silk tie of her robe free and climb up the length of her body. Straddling her chest with my knees on either side of her, I take one of her hands and fit a looped end over her thumb.

Extending past that, I continue wrapping the tie around her wrist and the front of her hand so it intersects at her knuckles. Unhooking her thumb, I tug the end through the loop and underneath the strap against her palm.

“What are you—”

“Exactly what I said I was going to do. You might be used to getting let down, but I’m a man of my word, love. If I say I’m going to tie you up, I mean it.”

Lenny watches with wide, cautious eyes, and I can tell she’s curious but erring on the side of resistance. Still, she bites her tongue, though I’m not sure if it’s because she’s trying to prove herself, or because she actually likes the idea of being helpless to me.

The robe tie isn’t as long or sturdy as I’d like, but I don’t particularly feel like heading to the shed outside for something proper.

I want her bound and at my mercy as soon as bloody possible.

“If I say I’m gonna break you open with my cock until you’re crying from the pleasure, I mean it.”

Now, she’s a buffet laid out before me, all breathless and sweaty and pink. Her cheeks, her tits, that sweet paradise between her thighs.

As I pull the tie through the headboard and back out, repeating the same binding on her free hand, I’m salivating at the thought of getting to bury myself there.

“Relax,” I say, my ass hovering over her chest. With her arms extended backward, any movement tightens the cuffs around her wrists. “It’s just you and me, puppet. Kick at me if you want to stop.”

Taking my cock in my hand, I give it a slow, lazy pump in front of her face. She licks her lips, eyeing my strokes with a hungry look that has my bollocks tingling already.

With my free hand, I reach behind me and roll my thumb over her breast, flicking the peak until it hardens like a diamond beneath my touch.

Her hips shift and her legs press together, as if trying to relieve the sudden ache there.

“Look at you. Completely helpless, just waiting for me to fill you up. Is something wrong?” I taunt, pushing my crown to her lips. “You’re squirming an awful lot.”

Eyes alight, she pokes her tongue out, teasing my slit and coaxing out a bead of precum. “I’m fine, it’s just that I’m…”

“Sopping and needy?”

She pauses, tilting her head back. Then, “Yes.”

With a moan, I surge forward, catching myself on her lips. “Open.”

Eager, she complies immediately, taking me with the finesse of an emotionally and sexually starved madwoman. Which is none, really. Her jaw seems to unhinge to a degree in order to accommodate my girth, and she gags when I’m about halfway, producing a sloppy wave of saliva that floods around my cock.

Pulling out, I give her a second to breathe; she spits everything out, letting it dribble past her chin and over her neck. Making room for more.

“God,” she cries out, laving over my tip before I push back in.

“Incorrect again.” My hips flex, the warm constriction of her mouth drawing a groan from my chest. “Though if this is your idea of worship, I’ll be yours. You can pray to me anytime if that means choking on my cock.”

Again, I yank out for a moment’s reprieve, and she gasps. Twisting her wrists, Lenny grabs hold of the tie, pulling so hard she almost slides out from under me.