Chapter Seventeen #5
He dragged the flat of the blade across my lower belly, over the band of my underwear.
The sensation was a thin line of cold that made my muscles jump beneath it.
Then he turned the knife and hooked the tip beneath the cotton.
A precise twist and the fabric tore at the seam, falling open to expose the wetness between my thighs.
“Fuck. You’re soaked already.”
I flushed.
“Don’t be shy now.” The blade moved higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps over my ribs. “Not after you just crawled across this floor and put my cock in your mouth.”
He cut the center of my bra in one sure stroke. The cups fell aside, and my breasts spilled free, nipples tightening immediately in the cool air.
“Perfect.” His finger traced the edge of one nipple, barely touching. “Every single inch of you, Mercer.”
The knife was placed back in its sheath on his belt. He let his gaze travel over my body with the same intensity he had used on my face during the argument, cataloging the swell of my tits, the dip of my waist, the puffed lips of my cunt already parting with arousal.
“Arms up.”
I hesitantly raised them above my head, determined not to make him tell me twice. Wolf caught my wrists, crossed them together, then wound the webbing around them before feeding the loose end beneath the desk and cinching it tight around the steel support bar mounted under the desktop.
The restraint pulled my arms forward and held them there, leaving almost no room to shift without feeling the webbing tighten.
“Comfortable?”
I tested the bonds. “Yes.”
Wolf pulled open the shallow drawer beside the desk and took out a folded strip of black fabric. It looked like something he kept with the rest of his gear, plain and soft enough that I understood what he planned to do with it before he even stepped closer.
“What are you doing?” I still asked.
He didn’t answer.
“Wolf.”
His fingers caught the fabric at either end and folded it once before covering my eyes.
“Hold still.”
I started to turn my head, but he was already tying it behind me, the knot settling beneath my hair until the office disappeared completely.
“Wolf-”
“Quiet.”
The lack of sight made everything else sharpen. His boots moved somewhere beside the desk. I could hear my own breathing and the faint creak of my restraints moving when he leaned over me.
Then I heard the slow scrape of fabric being pulled over skin, quiet enough that I might have missed it if I had not already learned enough of his sounds to recognize exactly what he was doing.
His mask was coming off.
“Don’t even fucking think about looking.”
Without the fabric covering his mouth, his voice reached me differently, rougher and clearer, and so close to my ear that my breath caught before I could control it.
I turned toward him on instinct, barely moving my head before his hand closed around my jaw and forced it back against the desk.
“I said don’t.”
His grip tightened just enough to make the order unmistakable.
“Keep your fucking head where I put it, Mercer.”
Heat crawled through me as I went still beneath his hand.
Every stupid part of me wanted to turn toward him anyway, to find his face in the dark, to learn the shape of his jaw beneath the scar or feel the mouth I had spent so long thinking about.
I was painfully aware that there was nothing between us now except the strip of fabric covering my eyes.
Wolf seemed to know exactly where my thoughts had gone.
His thumb pressed into my jaw.
“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking about doing, don’t.”
I nodded.
He released me, and before I could test whether I had enough sense left to actually listen, his lips were moving down my body, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses over my throat, the hollow at the base, the slope of one breast.
His lips closed around my nipple and sucked. I arched off the desk, my bound hands tugging uselessly against the restraints. He worked one breast, then the other, alternating between sucking and biting until my nipples were stiff and aching and slick with his spit.
“Wolf.” His name came out ragged.
He moved higher, his mouth tracing the line of my collarbone, up the column of my throat, until his breath ghosted over the cheek he had slapped earlier. His lips grazed the spot so lightly I almost thought I imagined it, a fleeting touch that stopped just short of becoming a kiss.
He still hadn’t kissed my mouth, and the small, stupid disappointment had barely registered before his weight lifted away and the heat of him disappeared from above me.
I felt him settle between my legs, his shoulders spreading my thighs wide.
The heat of his breath hovered over my cunt.
“Fuck, Mercer. You’re gorgeous.”
Blindfolded, I felt the scratch of his stubble against the inside of my thigh before two fingers spread me open and his tongue followed in one long, wet stroke.
My hips bucked.
“Tastes like fucking heaven.” He did it again, slower this time, before his voice reached me. “You’re going to lie there and let me eat as much as I fucking want.”
My mind went straight back to the kitchen, to that maddening answer he had given me when I asked why a Rabbit would be my callsign.
Because wolves eat them.
Fuck. He’d been thinking about this even then.
His mouth closed over my clit and sucked. The moan that escaped me felt loud in the small office, and I did not care. He worked me with his tongue in wide circles, then fast flicks, then deep strokes that pushed inside me and made my inner walls clench around nothing.
“Wolf, I-”
His answer was to shove his tongue deeper inside my cunt, curving it upward while his nose pressed against my clit. My thighs trembled around his head. My fingers clenched and unclenched above me.
“So fucking tight.” He pulled back to speak, his voice thick with my arousal. “And that’s just my tongue.”
His fingers replaced it, two of them sliding inside me while his tongue returned to my clit. I could feel him stroking my inner walls, curling against the spot that made my vision spark even behind the blindfold.
“That’s it. Fuck my face.” He pressed deeper with his fingers, scissoring them inside me. “I want to hear it.”
I did as he said, rolling my hips against his mouth, grinding my cunt over his tongue and nose while he ate me like he had been starved for it. The desk creaked. The webbing held my arms above me, keeping my tits pointed toward the ceiling as they bounced with each jerk of my hips.
“Wolf, I’m so close,” I whimpered.
He pulled his mouth away and I made a desperate noise.
“Not yet.”
His hands pushed my thighs up and back, spreading me even wider, and then his tongue moved lower. Past my cunt, over the tender flesh of my perineum, until it reached the tight ring of my ass.
I gasped.
“My other favorite part.” He licked a slow, deliberate circle around my hole.
His tongue pressed flat against my ass and pushed inside. The sensation was filthy and intimate and so shocking that my whole body locked. I felt every ripple of his tongue as he worked me open.
“You taste incredible everywhere, Mercer.” His thumb found my clit and began to rub in slow circles. “And you’re going to come for me just like this. With my tongue in your ass and my hand on your cunt.”
The pressure built from two directions now, the stretch behind and the friction in front, his thumb working my clit in exactly the rhythm I needed. Every nerve in my body seemed to light up at once. The room filled with the wet sounds of his tongue, my broken moans, the creaking of the desk.
“Come for me, Mercer. Let go. I want to feel it.”
The orgasm hit so hard my entire body bowed off the desk. I cried out, a raw sound that did not sound like me, while my cunt and ass clenched and fluttered around him.
“Fuck. Good girl, Mercer.”
He stayed in place until I stopped shaking, then took one last lick before standing up.
The office smelled like sex now, a mix of my arousal and his sweat and the lingering edge of steel and nylon.
I heard fabric slide back into place and knew before the blindfold came off that he was covering his face again.
The realization left a strange, quiet disappointment behind, sharper than I wanted it to be. A minute ago I had felt the shape of him against my cheek, warm skin and breath with nothing between us, and now that part of him was hidden again.
He pulled the blindfold loose and light rushed back in. I blinked until the room came into focus and found Wolf exactly where I expected him, dressed in black from head to toe with the tactical mask secured over his head and only his eyes exposed again.
His cock was still hard and jutting from the top of his pants. He was already pushing my thighs apart again with his knee. His other hand guided the head of his cock to my entrance, pressing just enough to feel the pressure.
“Good?” he asked.
“Good,” I responded breathlessly.
“Birth control?”
I nodded.
Then he entered. The thick length of him stretched me open inch by inch, and I felt every ridge and vein as it dragged against the sensitive walls of my cunt.
He growled. “Look at you taking my cock after my mouth already had you.” He thrust deeper, making me gasp. “Fucking squeezing me like you want to keep me in here.”
His hands gripped my hips, angling me so he could seat himself to the hilt. The base of his cock pressed against my clit, and for a moment I could not think of anything except how completely I was filled.
“Fuck. So fucking tight, Mercer.”
He pulled back and drove in again, harder this time. His eyes never left mine as he started a rhythm, fast and deep, each thrust punctuated by the sound of our bodies meeting.
“You like being filled with my cock after you gave me that smart fucking mouth?”
“Yes, yes-”
His hand came to my throat, giving it a gentle squeeze. “This is what happens when you push me, Mercer. You end up underneath me, telling me yes like a good fucking girl.”
I moaned.
“Say it. Say you love my cock.”
“I love your cock.”
“Louder.”
“I love your cock.”
Wolf’s eyes blazed above the mask.