Chapter Twenty-One
Rowan
Addison is a fucking masterpiece. Her wrists are bound behind her back as she straddles the vibrating ride-on toy I bought and stored away for her.
Her hair sticks to her sweaty temples, and her mouth is slack with pleasure as I edge her closer and closer to her climax, only to rip it away before it crests.
Her chest is an adorable shade of red that travels over her perfect breasts, flushing her dewy skin.
If only she could see how pretty she looks.
I blindfolded her to add to the intensity, and it’s worked.
As she rocks her hips desperately like a wanton creature, I watch her with rapt fascination as she chases her orgasm.
She whimpers, biting down on her bottom lip as she rocks faster. I flick the off switch of the toy, smirking when she groans loudly.
“Nooo!” She moans, her breathing harsh.
“Just think of how hard you’ll cum after this.” I coo as I brush some of her hair behind her ear. She leans into my touch, and I cup her heated cheek. “Have we learned our lesson?”
She nods vigorously, but I know she’ll only do it again. She’s stubborn and headstrong. A promise now is only to make this all stop.
“Please let me cum.” She begs. “I’ll be so good.”
I hum. “No, you won’t. You like to push my fucking buttons.”
Her lips quiver. “Please. I need—”
I grab her cheeks, squeezing. “I know what you need. You’re going to take your punishment and be grateful that I haven’t gagged you. Keep running your mouth and I’ll shove my cock in it, Sunshine.”
She moans weakly, a tear escaping her blindfold. It causes my length to pulse against my leg as I tilt her head and run my tongue along her cheek to collect it.
“You’re crying for me,” I mutter. “I love it when you cry.”
She sniffles, her voice shaking. “Please, Rowan.”
I tilt my head, raking my eyes over her face. Having my name on her lips as a plea does something feral to me. “I want to put you on a fucking leash.”
“Can I cum if you do?” She asks desperately.
“Hmm,” I cup her cheek tenderly. “I’ll think about it.”
Her head hangs as more wetness coats her face. She doesn’t even realize she’s sobbing as I toy with the collar around her neck.
“We’ve only been at this for two hours, Sunshine. How are you going to last all day?” I taunt.
She shakes her head. “Please, no! I’ll be so good. I won’t do it again. Just let me—”
I shove two fingers past her lips, enjoying how she chokes on the invasion. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You’re my little toy, Sunshine. You’re going to do what I say, when I say. Do you understand?”
Her lips close around my digits, and her tongue lavishes the underside as she nods.
She’s on the cusp of bliss, her body writhing and begging for something only I can give her.
She’s lost her mind along the way, succumbing to the lust. If she could see herself now, she would hate me for what I’ve reduced her to.
That mouth can be so sweet when it isn’t spewing venom.
“Let’s take a little break,” I decide.
She groans in agony as I cup her under her arms and help her climb off the toy. Her legs shake and her thighs glisten with her juices as she loses her footing and nearly crumples to the floor. I hold her up, stopping her from hitting her knees, before I set her down gently.
“I can’t stand,” she mumbles.
“I know,” I coo softly in her ear. “Do you remember your safe word?”
Her mouth twists. “Would it even matter if I did?”
Again with the talking back.
I grip the collar, pulling it until it constricts around her throat. “I’m not trying to break you. Yet. So, I’ll ask you again. Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods, her lips quivering.
“Good girl,” I praise as I untie her wrists. I use the rope to loop through her collar before giving it a testing pull.
“You can’t stand, but you can crawl,” I say as I tower over her.
She’s quiet for a moment before she places her hands on the floor. “This is humiliating.”
I crouch down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s just us. You look so beautiful, Sunshine.”
She likes my praise. I’ve noticed that she definitely has a kink she was unaware of until me. Anytime I commend her obedience, she squirms.
“Come on,” I command as I tug on her leash. Her cheeks turn a rosy shade as she crawls behind me. I walk across the hall and bring her to my office. I’m careful not to drag her along after me. She’s tired, and I don’t want her tapping out before the real fun starts.
I sit down in the chair behind my desk before I pull her blindfold up and point to the ground at my feet. “Sit. You’re going to watch me clean this up and work. I’ll leave the stickers for you to scrape off later.”
She mutters under her breath as she kneels with her legs folded beneath her thighs. I give her a warning look, and her mouth slams shut.
The keyboard is first. I grab a nearby trash can and dump the glitter into it, then scoop handfuls of the sparkly dust into the bin. Addison watches me, shifting subtly as if I don’t notice her need.
But I ignore her as I clean up my desk the best I can. Once it’s presentable, I open the shared document and begin skimming over hit reports. The whole time, Addison’s eyes burn into the side of my head.
Her hands are placed over her thighs as her fingers strum in boredom.
This must be eating her alive. She’s wound up tightly, and now she’s forced to sit still as she watches me flick through my work.
Her core is soaked and dripping down her supple thighs.
It’s taking everything in me not to say fuck it, shove her to the ground, and bury my face in her cunt.
“Can I speak?” She asks quietly.
“Hmm?”
“May. I. Speak?” She asks slowly, attitude seeping into her request.
“Depends on what’s about to come out of that mouth.” I chide.
She humphs. “I’m bored. Am I supposed to just sit here?”
I shrug. “I’m sure you can find something to entertain yourself with.”
She quirks a brow before lifting her hand and sliding it along the outer side of my thigh. “Can I do anything?”
My cock twitches painfully against my zipper at her sultry tone. “As long as it doesn’t involve more glitter, then yes.”
“Can I move?” She asks, batting her long lashes at me. “Please, Row Row?”
I hide my amusement at the nickname with a sigh. “Sure.”
She crawls towards me, a hunger glinting in her eyes as she positions herself between my feet. She’s under the desk, and obscured from view as I tap on the keyboard, but I become painfully aware of her plan as her hands slide up my thighs before stopping at the waistband of my jeans.
I snatch the hair at the nape of her neck quickly, causing her to hiss as I angle her head up to me. Her hands stop as her fingers grip my jean-clad thighs.
I tut. “While that mouth does a wonderful job at staying full, I have a better idea.”
Her eyes narrow.
“You want to cum?” I ask.
She nods quickly, shifting her pretty, soaked thighs beneath her.
“Then cum,” I command as I slide my boot forward.
My eyes flicker down to my shoes before returning to mine. “Are you suggesting…”
My hand tightens in her hair as my jaw ticks. “If you want to cum, then this is going to be your only option. Either ride my fucking boot, or you can sit there quietly.”
Her mouth falls open in shock as rage burns in her eyes. “That’s not fair—”
I drag her forward, leveling our noses. “It’s however fair I say it is. If you want this, then earn it, Addison.”
Her jaw works as she weighs her options.
This is the one thing I think she’s going to back down from, until her fingers detach from me and slide to wrap around my leg.
She braces her knees on either side of my foot as she stares me dead in my eyes.
I watch in anticipation as she lowers her hips until her pussy molds around the toe of my boot, and she rocks forward with a gasp.
“Good girl,” I commend her as I sit back lazily and watch her grind against my shoe.
“Fuck—” She doesn’t get the words out as I grab her cheeks with the hand that was holding her hair.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I scold. Rosacia paints over the apples of her perfect cheeks as the embarrassment swallows her.
It’s sick to get off on seeing her shame broadcast so easily, but I can’t stop myself. Everything about her makes me want to push her further—to see how far she’ll go until she bends to my will.
So far, she’s met me headfirst with every challenge I’ve thrown her way. She isn’t one to back down so easily, and it’s utterly intoxicating.
“Fuck my boot, Addison,” I command with low-lidded eyes.
The fight doesn’t leach from her as she slides her soaked folds along the leather.
She creates a wet spot over the toe with each pass of her clit, but she doesn't notice as she loses herself to the lust tearing away at her restraint.
All caution is thrown to the wind as I snatch her leash and tug it until the collar constricts.
Her eyes widen as the dual sensation of her hardened bud rubbing over my shoe and the pressure around her throat sends her into a frenzy. Her hips rock faster as she chases her release, and I can see the conflict in her hazel irises.
This must all be so infuriating and confusing to her.
Her body’s reactions, and her weakness to stop it.
The way she’s doing something that she feels should be shameful, but is so freeing of societal norms, it’s causing quite the stir in her head.
She’s breathtaking like this.
Her motions become sloppy and unfocused as her eyes screw shut. She cries out, her arms tightening around me as her orgasm shreds her to pieces. The whole time she unravels and writhes, I brush my hand through her hair and murmur praise for her strength.
She’s just taken her own pleasure and deserves the reprieve before what I have planned next.
She rests her sweaty cheek against my knee, panting as she comes down from her high. She’s unnaturally quiet, but that’s to be expected after she’s done something so erotic.
I’m so hard I could fucking pound nails.