Chapter 38 #2
“This is a kids’ movie?” Flip looks doubtful.
“The hero saves her from the villain.”
“Do you want me to be the hero or the villain?”
“The villain,” I whisper.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” A devilish grin turns up the corner of his mouth. His fingers slide into my hair, curling in the strands. He tugs gently, tipping my head back, and bites along the edge of my jaw. “Are you going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you?”
I whimper and nod.
“Say it, Tally. Tell me you’ll be my good girl,” he demands.
Everything clenches below the waist. “I’ll be your good girl.”
He takes my earlobe between his teeth. “What do good girls do?”
“Exactly what you tell me to.” Another shiver of excitement zips down my spine.
“Give me your hands,” he orders.
I unlink them from behind his neck and hold them between us. Flip opens the Velcro cuff and slips it on, securing my right wrist, then my left. My stomach clenches at his wicked smile.
He strokes my cheek. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word and we can switch things up.”
“I can cuff you?” I ask cheekily.
“If you want, yes.”
That sends another thrill through me.
He kisses me softly.
“Can I get on my knees for you?”
His fingers flex on my hip and his jaw ticks. “Is that where you want to start?”
“Desperately.” Heat works its way through me.
“Fuck, kitten. We’re going to have so much fun together.” He kisses me again, rougher and deeper, like he’s struggling to stay in check.
He tosses a pillow to the floor at his feet. “Be good for me.”
I clamber off his lap, a little awkwardly and with Flip’s help since my hands are bound.
Flip regards me with lust-heavy eyes as I sink to my knees. He runs his hands down his thighs and rolls his head on his shoulder as he rises to his full, imposing height.
He steps forward, gazing down as he caresses my cheek and tucks a single finger under my chin, tipping it up. “You are a fucking vision, Tallulah.” He bends and kisses my forehead.
When he straightens, gone is my sweet boyfriend and in his place is the villain I asked for.
“Get my cock out,” he orders.
My hands are unsteady as I fumble first with his belt, then the button and zipper on his jeans. It’s awkward with my hands cuffed, and I’m jittery with excitement.
I free him from his pants, thick and hard. I reach for him, but he shakes his head, so I stop.
“No more hands,” he grits out.
I drop mine to my thighs.
Flip fists his cock and strokes roughly. I wait for his next command, nipples tight and pussy already throbbing.
“Are you my good girl?”
I nod, biting back a needy moan.
He presses his thumb against my bottom lip. “Open for me.”
I part and he slips his thumb inside, pressing on my tongue.
“Suck.”
My cheeks hollow.
He grins, expression devilish. “Treat it like your favorite ice cream cone.” He brings the head of his cock to my lips.
I swirl my tongue around the crown, sucking the head into my mouth, releasing with a loud pop, before I repeat the action, but this time I drag my teeth gently over the ridge, eyes locked on his. A slow grin pulls up one corner of his mouth.
I kiss the tip, then run my tongue around him again. “What now?”
“I’m going to guide you.”
How often have I fantasized about this exact experience? On my knees, him looking at me like I’m his. “Teach me how to please you.”
His lip curls deliciously. “Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much or you don’t like it.”
“Okay.” I’m nervous, but excited, because with Flip I’m safe to explore and learn what I like.
“And don’t be afraid to make it messy and loud.”
He winds my hair gently around his fist and I open for him.
He eases inside my mouth, only pushing in a few inches before he shifts his hips back.
He takes it slow, praising every new inch I take.
I moan and suck and make wet slurping sounds that put a dark smile on his gorgeous, intense face as he gently fucks my mouth.
“Such a good little pet.” He pushes in deeper. “I think I’ll keep you forever.”
I moan softly at the praise.
“Would you like that, kitten?”
I hum my affirmation.
He starts to pull out, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard. His eyes roll up and his hand tightens in my hair. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come,” he warns.
I channel all the dirty Cammie fic energy I can as I pop off with a wet sound. “I want you sliding down my throat.”
Flip grins. “You’re a revelation, Tally.” He pushes back inside, and I take as much as I can. His body goes taut and his head snaps back, a shudder running through him as he comes and I swallow him down.
There’s real power in this feeling. I do this to him. I make him feel good, turn him on, give him what he needs.
He gently eases me off his spit-covered cock and drops to his knees on the floor in front of me. He wipes the spit from my chin, cups my face in his palms, and slants his mouth over mine, kissing me hungrily.
Eventually he pulls back. “Have you been practicing on Popsicles?”
“Frozen bananas, actually.” I can always use the potassium.
He laughs and slides his hands under my arms, lifting me to my feet along with him. “You can practice on me anytime you want.”
“I did good?”
“Amazing. Good pets get a reward.” He carries me to the bed and lays me out on top of the comforter. He skims the cuffs. “Keep these on or take them off?”
“Keep them on.”
A deep groan rumbles through him. “You’re literally perfect for me, Tallulah.” He raises my hands above my head and hooks them on one of the wrought-iron curls on my headboard. “This comfortable?”
“Yes.” I press my thighs together, anticipation skittering through me.
“Where should I start?” He tugs his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor.
“Wherever you want.”
He pushes his pants and boxers down his thighs and kicks them off too, leaving him gloriously naked. He skims my temple, dragging a finger down my body as he takes me in, hands bound, tied to my bed, at his whim.
He climbs onto the bed with me and straddles my thighs, gazing down at me with hot eyes.
He kisses the same path his finger traveled, stopping to suck my nipples through the thin fabric of my negligee.
I roll my hips, desperate for more, for contact, for relief from the ache that flares and grows with every teasing touch.
Flip drags my panties down my thighs and runs his hands up my shins, pushing my legs wide. “It’s play time, kitten.”
“What are you going to do to me?” I whimper.
His eyes lift to mine, full of dirty promises. “Whatever I want.”
He grabs my vibrator, but he doesn’t start fucking me with it right away. Instead, he turns it on and rubs it over my lips, teasing me, taunting me. He stops the vibrations and presses the head against my clit as he stretches out, holding himself above me.
“Please, Phillip.” I roll my hips.
“Please what, pet?” His lips brush mine.
“Please fuck me.”
He turns on the vibrator and I bow off the bed at the intensity. And then he’s sliding it inside me, filling me, fucking me like I asked him to.
“I think about how good it will feel when it’s me inside you,” he whispers.
I groan and swivel my hips.
“When I’m surrounded by you. How sweet you’ll sound when I’m making you come, how pretty you are when you lose control.” He sits back on his heels and grabs the clit sucker.
My eyes flare. All my best orgasms happen with that. He turns it on and positions it over my clit, still fucking me in slow, rhythmic strokes with my vibrator. The sensation is overwhelming, pulling me to the brink. But before I can tip over, he turns it down to the first setting.
“Oh my God, Phillip, please.” I tug against the restraints, writhing in need.
“Ask for what you want. Be explicit.”
“Please let me come,” I beg.
He shakes his head slowly. “Not yet.”
I groan in frustration.
He turns the clit sucker back on, ratcheting up the intensity. Again he pulls it away, and again I beg for him to let me come. Around and around we go, always so close to the edge of an orgasm, but never quite reaching the tipping point. Suddenly the vibrator is gone, and so is the clit sucker.
I cry out despondently.
Flip’s fingers slide inside me, curling and pumping at a furious pace. He reaches above me and unhooks my cuffs from the bed, then pulls the Velcro free on the right wrist. And then he moves down my body, lowering his head, eyes on me as he latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
I come in violent waves. Dragged into the undertow of sensation, screaming his name. The pleasure is endless, a tide rising and crashing. He wrings three orgasms out of me before he prowls up my body and blankets me with his.
His fingers are gentle on my face. His lips soft when he kisses me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I rasp.
“So that was fun.” He smiles, eyes warm with satisfaction.
I laugh. “It was.”
He kisses the end of my nose. “We should make a list of your fantasies, so when the time is right, I can make them all come true.”