I’m so screwed. But at least I’m going to enjoy it.
I spread my legs like the shameless dirty girl he calls me as Cav lowers himself to his knees and grips each of my inner thighs with a palm.
“Fucking beautiful. I love the taste of this sweet pussy.” And he devours me.
Some men only pretend to love to eat pussy, but Cav is the real deal. Lips, teeth, and tongue—he uses them all to bring me to the edge. I clutch his head with both hands, as though I’m afraid he’s going to try to move before I can grab the orgasm hovering just out of reach.
But he doesn’t disappoint. Cav never does when it comes to my pleasure. A fingertip teases my opening before pushing inside and stroking forward, hitting that spot.
“I’m—ah—”
He growls against my clit, and the vibrations coupled with the pressure on my G-spot take me where I need to be. My orgasm beats through me faster and more intense than the crash of the waves on the shore.
I release my grip on his head and fall forward, catching myself on his shoulders.
Cav pulls back. “Fuck, I love how responsive you are. Every time, you just throw yourself into it without holding back.”
Releasing my inner thighs, he begins to rise. Before I know what he’s planning, his shoulder presses to my stomach and he tosses me up and over it. My dress flies up, and Cav steadies me with a hand on my bare ass.
“We’re moving this party to the bedroom. No more free shows.”
I toss Greer onto the bed and her body splays on the white coverlet crossways. Supplies I gathered earlier are in the nightstand. Rope. Lube. Black blindfold. I pull them out of the drawer and set them on the top.
I’ve never been ashamed of my kinks, but for all these years I’ve wondered how Greer would react to them. The verdict is in—she’s fucking perfect. Right down to the way her eyes widen at the sight of the rope.
“What are you doing with that?”
“No questions. Yellow to slow down and red to stop. You understand?”
I study her reaction carefully, pleased when her pupils dilate and her skin flushes pink. I curl a hand into the skirt of her dress and drag it up her body.
“Arms up.”
Greer doesn’t hesitate, following directions like she was born to. My cock hardens further at the sight of her naked skin.
“No panties and no bra? You really are a dirty girl.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again.
“You can speak, baby. You just don’t get to question what I’m going to do with you.”
A mischievous smile tugs at her lips. “I wanted you to have easy access.”
“I always knew you were a brilliant woman.”
Her cheeks flush a deeper pink at my compliment, and I want to see that color painting her whole body.
I snag the rope and uncoil it. It’s not exactly up to my normal standards, but it’ll work. I want her to know exactly how it feels to be bound and at my mercy.
Moving around the bed, I bring her wrists together and wrap the soft rope around them, binding them and leaving a long tail wrapped around the center between her hands, which I use to tie off on the bed frame. She has enough give to move some, but not far, and by design, I can flip her from front to back without putting more tension on her bindings.
A scan of her face reveals a wide, anxious gaze. Lower, her nipples are hardened into perfect points. Her legs arch over the edge of the bed, ready for me to step between them and take her.
“You look beautiful bound for me. How do you feel?”
Her pink flush travels from her cheeks down her chest, and I follow the path with my fingertips, watching her shiver while I wait for her to answer.
“Excited. Nervous. I think?”
“Nervous because I can do anything I want to you? Excited because I’m going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come before?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Smart girl.”
I’m laid out and tied up like a sacrifice on this bed. I’ve never felt more exposed and vulnerable, but also strangely powerful. Cav’s eyes never leave mine as he unfastens one button at a time and his shirt floats to the floor.
I drink him in—broad shoulders, hard pecs, defined abs, flexing biceps, and forearms leading to hands I want on my body. His dark hair is mussed and his hazel eyes are still golden-green in this light—and riveted on me.
No man has ever made me feel this sexy. Tonight, there are no boundaries. Nothing is off-limits. I want him to take everything he wants from me because I’m dying for it too.
Cav’s hands go to the button of his khaki shorts and he shoves them down his hips. His thick cock springs free and I bite my lip, wanting it in my mouth. He brought me to the edge of madness on the table, and I want to return the favor. This isn’t a power struggle; it’s a pleasure struggle. A battle to see who can give more than they take.