Sugar on the Edge (Last Call #3)(47)

When I wake up for my first day on the job as his assistant, Gavin’s breath is hot on the back of my neck and his hand is working between my legs, two fingers deep.

“About time you woke up, love,” he murmurs, and then kisses me on the side of my neck. “I thought we’d start our first workday together right.”

“I insist we start every workday this way,” I pant as he strokes me in just the right way.

“And weekends?” he teases as his index finger circles my clit and causes my back to arch away from him. .

“And weekends,” I agree as I feel my impending orgasm start to crash through me.

Abruptly, Gavin’s hand is gone, and I am thrown violently backward from the precipice of pleasure. “Why’d you stop?” I practically shriek.

Rolling from the bed, Gavin gives a soft chuckle and makes his way over to the dresser. “I have something in mind.”

I lift my head and shoulders from the bed, propped on my elbows, and watch his amazingly sculpted ass and chiseled shoulders as he rummages through one of his drawers. When he turns to face me, he has a silk tie in his hands, pale yellow with light blue stripes running diagonally across it. I watch, mesmerized, as he walks back toward the bed, winding the very ends around each of his hands until there’s only about half a foot left in between. He gives a snap outward, drawing the material taut.

“Wanna play?” he asks me deviously.

I swallow past the immediate dryness he’s caused in my throat and nod my head, even as a small twist of fear snakes up my spine. I’ve never been tied up before, and it’s clear the intent deep within his gray eyes.

“Come here,” he commands me, and I don’t hesitate before throwing the covers off and rolling out bed. His eyes run up and down my body appreciatively as I walk toward him, and Gavin never fails to make me feel anything less than the most beautiful creature in the world when I’m in his presence.

When I stop just a foot away, he tells me, “Turn around. Put your hands behind your back.”

I do as he asks, trying to control the trembling of my body. Gavin bends over and places a soft kiss on my shoulder.

“I won’t hurt you, Sweet,” he tells me gently. “Not unless you beg me to.”

I groan at the thought of all the ways in which I may beg him to make it hurt. Images of his open palm smacking my ass pour through my mind, and I can feel desire building between my legs.

Gavin starts to wrap the tie around my hands as my wrists rest against each other behind my back. As he works, he murmurs in my ear, “You know… I’ve experimented with all types of bondage. I’ve used cuffs, gags, shackles, and crotch ropes.”

When I shudder, he licks the shell of my ear and taunts me. “That’s right, sweet girl… crotch ropes. I’m betting you would love that, having me wrap you in soft rope, over your breasts, binding you at the elbows, then running it right down in between your legs… right up the center of your—”

The moan that tears out of my throat is unexpected, and my head falls backward as if my neck has no strength to support it in the face of such filthy imagery. Gavin laughs softly, pulling tighter on the tie around my wrists. “I’m teasing you, Savannah. I’d never want to dirty up my sweet that way.”

Disappointment sweeps through me in a rolling wave, but then he says, “Not unless you begged me to.”

I don’t even have a chance to groan out a response because Gavin gives a slight tug to the material binding my hands behind me and turns me around by my shoulders.

He peers down at me, his eyes searching mine. “You okay?”

I nod at him, giving him a sure smile. “Peachy.”

“Good,” he says, almost with pride, and strokes a finger down my cheek. “Now… get down on your knees for me, Sweet. I want to see what you can do with just your mouth alone.”

Now I can’t help the groan that tears up out of me, and Gavin’s eyes fill with heat from my response. I hold his gaze, even as I lower myself to the soft rug that covers a good chunk of his bedroom’s hardwoods. When I come eye level with his cock, I let my eyes slide down his body and look at the massive erection standing straight up just inches from my face. It’s so beautiful… dusky rose with a thick, fat vein running underneath.

Gavin’s hands gently cup the sides of my face. “Open your mouth, love.”

I lick my lips once and then open my mouth, raising my eyes to meet his once more. He looks down at me with such intensity that I feel burned from the inside out.

“Fuck… you are so beautiful, kneeling there in front of me, utterly submissive and helpless. Tell me, Sweet… are you going to swallow me down?”

I nod at him, refusing to say the words aloud because I’m afraid they’ll come out in a helpless squeak of desire, which would not be sexy at all.

“That’s my girl,” he says softly, pulling my face toward him.

Gently, he guides me forward until the head of his cock brushes against my lips. I circle my tongue briefly around the head before pushing forward and taking him all the way in.

Gavin grunts loudly in pleasure and the knowledge that I just pulled forth that ubiquitous sound from deep within him floods me with power.

His fingers thread through my hair and grip me by the back of my head. I pull back, dragging my tongue down the length of him and pulling forth an equally sexy groan from him, before sucking on the tip. I start to go down on him again, but Gavin applies pressure to my head to stop me.