Chapter 88
REGGIE
Song- Taste of the Divine, Shaker, Azee, CObrA
The air hums. The blindfold’s on, and the rules have teeth now. No words, no mercy, only touch.
She tilts her chin, listening for me. Waiting.
I move behind her first, letting my breath ghost her shoulder.
Her skin prickles. My hands find her thighs, spreading her open slowly, forcing her to feel every second of it.
My fingers trace up her inner thigh, avoiding where she wants me most.
She squirms, and the small movement drags a sound from my throat I can’t swallow.
Leaning in close, I let my lips hover near her neck, not touching, just enough to tease her.
Her breath shudders out, and that’s my cue.
One finger. Then two.
Slow. Deep. Making sure she’s full as I add the third.
I curl them, finding her rhythm and matching it.
Her hand flies to the armrest, gripping leather like it’s the only thing anchoring her.
Her body talks louder than words ever could, arching, clenching, begging.
I don’t need toys or assistants. I read her better than she knows herself.
What she craves desperately but will never admit. To lose all control.
Her thighs tremble when I slide my other hand to her chest, fingers closing over lace.
She jerks, her mouth opening as I squeeze her throat.
I move faster. Harder.
Her head tips back against the chair, hair spilling over the edge.
Her breathing fractures. A stifled moan breaks through before she bites it back.
My jaw tightens. I drag my thumb over her clit, pressing slow circles until she’s shaking.
Every muscle in her body goes taut.
The room feels like it’s holding its breath with her.
When her body starts to shudder, I stop. My fingers glisten as I pull them out, my own pulse wrecked.
Sliding them between her lips, she licks them clean with a grin.
“Always playing games,” she whispers.
I glance over at Rowan.
His jaw is locked, his eyes are wild.
He doesn’t move.
He doesn’t need to.
He knows exactly what I just did. Switching the rules. Using her need against her.
This is how I win. The way to get her to come the hardest. Edge her until she fucking cries for it.
She shifts in the chair, testing me.
“Who’s touching me?” she asks.
Silence answers her.
A slow smile curves her lips. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll know it’s you, Irish?”
Her tone cuts through me like a challenge.
She laughs. “That’s you, isn’t it? You can’t hide from me.”
I stand and slide my hand up her spine, not gentle. She arches under the touch, half defiance, half surrender.
I lean close enough for her to feel my breath against her ear.
She shivers.
Still grinning.
Still pushing.
“Say something,” she taunts. “Admit it’s you.”
The only thing between us is breath, hers quick and uneven, mine steady.
But inside I’m cracking. Just like I always am around her. I can’t help but admire how beautiful she is when she’s this vulnerable.
And how much she trusts us to be locked in here, allowing us to do this to her.
It is beautiful.
I guide her gently to her feet, throwing her off with my softer side.
But then I grip the back of her neck and bend her over the chair, forcing her palms flat against the leather, her heartbeat thrumming through every line of her body.
Her breath stutters; the fight leaves her shoulders.
“Reggie…” she exhales, not a question this time, just recognition.
And that’s when I let go of restraint, of reason, of every rule that kept us from this moment.
I drop to my knees, pushing down on her back to keep her ass in the air.
One hand pressing on her clit while I fuck her with my tongue.
I don’t let up, not even when she’s close, dripping all over my face.
And when I smack her ass, she screams. There we are. Pain and pleasure.
I keep that rhythm going. Eating her out as a reward for every crack of my hand on her ass. Over and over.
She screams, and I lick up every drop. Doing everything in my power not to say a word. Even if my dick is aching to be inside her perfect cunt.
The praise is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t.
When it’s over, she’s trembling, hair wild, blindfold still in place.
I step back, breathing hard, every muscle burning with the effort it took not to lose myself completely.
She lifts her head, voice rough but certain.
“I know it’s you,” she whispers.
I don’t answer.
I don’t have to.
Rowan’s already standing, eyes dark, the next move his.