Chapter 18
JULIAN
Walking into my bedroom, I shadow behind Savannah as she crouches down to slip out of one heeled shoe, followed by the other. Tossing my suit jacket onto the chaise lounge, I don’t have any intention of prolonging the inevitable.
“The talent on that stage really put me in a trance and into a whole different world. Didn’t it relax you a bit?” She’s been jabbering about the show since we left.
“Mmmhmm,” I reply, choosing not to explain that I was lost in observing her all two hours, plus the twenty-minute intermission where my hand remained on any part of her that seemed appropriate in public.
“It was a great night, thank you.” She finally turns to face me. “Really, it was the perfect surprise.”
My fingers undo the buttons of my shirt as our eyes remain locked. “I’m happy to do anything for you, but if you really want to thank me then answer me truthfully.”
Her brows pinch together, and her smile turns nervous. “Okay. What might that be?”
I scoop the ribbon out of my pocket, the one that’s been burning a hole in my pocket since I saved it from the dress box earlier.
I aim to use it if she’ll let me. Dangling the fabric in the air, I ensure our eyes latch in a stronghold because I’m serious.
“Can I use this on you?” She seems intrigued as her facial expression eases slightly.
“To tie you to the bed or blindfold you? You’ll have no use of your hands or be unable to see.
It’s complete trust in me… Only if you want, of course. ”
Her smile turns to a mischievous smirk. “I trust you, and I’m kind of addicted to your control,” she voices, simple, direct, and with a hint of eagerness.
Good. She’s on the same wavelength as me. I would want her even if she said no. I can do slow for her.
“So what will it be? Eyes or hands?”
She doesn’t even take a second. “Hands.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” I hear the swelter of sin in my voice. “We need a safe word.”
“Hmm… White. We’ve both thrown a white flag to end our hostilities toward each other.” There is slight cheekiness when she says it, but it suits us perfectly.
“White it is.” Stepping forward, I bring my hand to her cheek to allow my thumb to circle affectionately on her cheek. “You are something, you know that?” I tell her tenderly.
She answers by simply placing a soft kiss on my inner wrist.
“Clothes off. Panties stay on.”
We take a few moments to get out of our clothes.
I leave my boxer briefs on, as well as my shirt, but keep it unbuttoned.
Without my cue, she crawls onto the mattress to the headboard and lies down on her back with her long hair all across the pillow.
She’s a complete display of a goddess, the temptation that I get to devour.
“Preparing already. Such a good girl.” I walk on my knees to her, leaning down for a kiss on her lips.
“Hands above your head on the pillow.” She obeys, and I pin them against each other before I move the ribbon, the silk feathering her skin in the process.
I loop the fabric around her wrists, forcing them tight together.
As I tie a knot, I notice her small flinch but a ghost of a smile on her lips.
The back of my knuckles glide down the warm skin of her arms. “Pull. I need to know you can’t escape. ”
She yanks once, and I’m satisfied. Anticipation must be burning in both our eyes.
Savannah already appears wanton and needy. Not so gently, I cup her jaw to tilt her gaze up.
"You look innocent, but I know better, which is why I have every intention of touching you so we’ll both enjoy.
” My rasp is deep. Her eyes widen, but I’m quick to focus on the way her throat is bared for me in this position, noticing her swallow.
Dipping my mouth down, I dart my tongue out to touch below her chin, then trail down to the base of her throat, where I nip at her skin with my teeth, and she makes a little sound.
“Want to guess what one of my favorite things to do with you is?” I whisper.
“Tell me,” she pleads softly.
“Mark you as much as I can because you're mine.”
Her sigh is heavy yet pleased.
Continuing, I latch onto the tip of her breast, circling the pebbled softness.
Her body arches up, giving the signal for my hands to get greedy.
I fill my palm with her other breast and squeeze while I adjust to sitting on my knees.
Popping my lips off of one nipple, I use my fingers to pinch them both, and she lets out a moan.
I refuse to offer her more, and my hands trace down the outline of her ribs, going down to her lower belly.
I quickly glance at her thighs, which she presses together.
Savannah’s breath changes, and she’s doing her signature move of biting her lower lip when she wants more. Hovering down her body, I let two of my fingers drag up her silky inner thigh, and her legs naturally part open. Her skin is hot, and she appears needy.
“Your pussy is on full display for me. That’s the way it should always be.”
My mouth grazes below her belly button to her lace panties, my nose nuzzles against the wet fabric, and I can smell her sweetness. She hums a little sound, and her body bucks.
She’s probably as impatient as I am.
Pressing my mouth onto the fabric, I taste her. My tongue laps up and down her slit, pausing at her clit to flick. “Fucking good,” I mumble as my pointed tongue remains busy on her clit.
“Fuuuck,” she breaths out.
“I’m not taking these off until I fuck your pussy, so get used to having lace between my tongue and your needy clit.” I continue to work her, and she ripples with a shake. My eyes peer up to see her wrists straining against the fabric as she tries to break through to use her hands for stability.
I take her to the edge, but stop, my mouth traveling to her upper thigh, and I bite once. Not hard, but not gentle either. Sneaking two fingers under the fabric, I slide them into her wet pussy and feel how much she wants me. Retrieving them, I stuff them straight into her mouth.
“Suck.” Her mouth does just that. Retrieving my fingers, I stand and remove my boxer briefs, walking to the side of the bed, then my knee dips back onto the mattress near her head to bring my tip to her mouth. She needs no instruction, and she begins to lick and then wraps her mouth around my cock.
“Deeper, Savannah. All the way to the back of your throat.” I bring my hand to guide her head. Her wet mouth continues to move, and her eyes search mine for approval, and I only move faster, slightly harder. “Taking it like a good girl.”
With my balls heavy and her wet panties still on display, I abandon her mouth. My hand follows the curve of her body, moving her slightly onto her side as I appraise the best position to take her in.
I spank her ass once with my palm. Quickly, I check her facial expression to see if I have taken it too far.
But all I see is her wicked little mouth. “Have I been a bad girl?”
“Very.” I chuckle under my breath. “I’m going to fuck you until I wreck you.”
“Please. Now,” she begs.
I get between her parted legs. Quickly, I yank down her panties and throw them on the floor. I see her glistening pussy, and I’m not going to prolong this. Running my cock along her thigh, I land between her folds. I hook my arms under her knees and part her even wider.
“It’s going to be hard,” I say as my tip plays with her clit.
“I don’t expect anything else.” She smirks, her breath a near gasp.
Inching into her, I remind myself to remain in control.
She’s tight, wet, and my cock is thick, and my balls are swollen.
My first push drags a whimper from her, and I stall for a moment.
I’m about to ask if she’s okay, but she mouths to go on.
Pushing deeper, I begin to grind into her, her walls clenching around me.
“Your pussy was created for me, I swear,” I groan, thankful I have restraint.
This woman’s body will make me lose my mind; hell, she makes me lose my mind.
Grabbing a pillow, I lift her hips and place it under her body, giving me an even better angle.
Rolling my hips, I fill her to the brim.
I don’t second-guess as my thrusts are blunt, and her body jiggles on every move.
I have to hold her hips down to keep her in place.
“Julian,” she nearly yells.
No hesitation, I continue to fuck her. I admire the way her jaw is slack due to the moans that escape her.
With her hands tied above her, I lean forward as I ease my thrusts. My force comes from fisting her hair to dart my gaze directly into her.
“Feel that, Savannah?” My voice is gravelly and panting. A sheen of sweat breaks out on my body. “Feel how deep I am?” She nods. “All of you is mine.” I let her head go and continue my pursuit.
“I’m yours.”
Her toes dig into the mattress, my thumb finds her clit, and I drive into her like a crazed man. Because she makes me one, in the best possible way.
My pursuit is rougher, taking pleasure in the fact that her hands are helpless in this moment. Our sounds mingle, and our breathing is rapid. “I’m going to come inside of you, fill you up all night any fucking way I want, Savannah. Is that what you want?”
“Please come inside me, you can have me any way you please,” she says as a moan hits her in full force. Her eyes begin to close as she feels me relentlessly, and her body begins to tremble.
I smirk, with my pride roaring inside. She is submitting to everything I want, from her own choice.
“Yours,” she whispers as her hips meet my thrusts.
I lean down to kiss her lips, ensuring that our tongues meet. “And I’m yours,” I whisper back. As much as I enjoy this style of fucking, I want to be tender with her, too.
I’m confused if it’s my admission or my thrusts that cause her to begin to vibrate around my cock, but it feels good.
“Julian,” she coos as her orgasm takes over.
My nails dig into her hips. “Did I say you can come?”