Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
“You’re thinking too much; that’s the problem.
You’re taking everything onto your own shoulders instead of sharing the burden with us.
If I hadn’t carted you up here, you would’ve insisted on going with the guys even when there wasn’t anything for you to do.
” I stalked over to the side of the bed, crossing my arms over my chest as I lifted a brow, daring her to argue.
She quirked her lips to the side, her nose wrinkling, but she didn’t say a word.
“I refuse to let anything happen to you tonight because you’re too stressed, and you miss something. ”
She opened her mouth and closed it as though she was searching for an argument. “What did you have in mind?”
Her throat bobbed as I grinned and opened my bedside table, pulling out a set of handcuffs. “I want you to let me take control, to let your stress and worries melt away as I bring you nothing but pleasure, to trust me with not only your heart, but your body.”
“Yes.” She nodded eagerly as though she’d been waiting for exactly this.
“We can stop at anytime, little devil. The reins are completely in your hands. You only need to tell me, and I will.”
Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip, and I watched it intensely, my cock twitching in anticipation.
“You mean a safe word?”
“We could use that or the traffic light system. Green means you’re comfortable, and we continue. Yellow means you’re uncomfortable with something, and we’ll take a break to check in. And red means we stop immediately.”
“I like that.” She grinned and held out her hands to me.
“First, arms up.”
Her arms immediately shot up, lust fogging her gaze as she watched me intently while I placed the handcuffs on the bed and sat beside her.
My hand teased over the soft skin of her stomach as I slid her shirt up.
She shivered at the contact, melting into my touch as I grazed her nipples.
The band tee was up and over her head in the next moment, revealing her luscious breasts and bared skin.
Goosebumps erupted over her skin as I trailed my fingers teasingly over her collarbone, then cupped her curves, rolling my thumb over the sensitive nub, teasing them into stiff peaks.
She leaned into the touch, her own hands wandering over the button of my jeans.
I sucked in a sharp breath, unable to deny how much I loved her hands on me, but this was about her.
She hissed in a breath as I pulled out of her reach. “What are you—”
Her question cut off as I plucked up the handcuffs and held them out before her, lifting my brow in question.
“Green.” She grinned, letting her hands rest in her lap as she waited for me to position her however I liked.
My cock jerked in my pants at the sight of this incredible and strong woman trusting me with her entire heart and body. “Such a fucking good girl.”
She shivered at my praise, moaning into my kiss as I captured her lips.
I deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with mine.
Pleasure radiated down my spine to the point I almost forgot what I was doing.
I gripped her wrist as I pulled away and tightened the enclosure, making sure it wasn’t too tight.
Honestly, she could probably wriggle out of them if she really wanted to, but I knew she wouldn’t because she trusted me to put her needs first.
I let her wriggle down the bed and get comfortable before I lifted her handcuff-clad wrist to the bars of the headboard and cuffed her other hand.
“Is that okay, little devil?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling softly as I pressed my lips to hers. I trailed my lips down to her jaw, sucking and nipping as I followed the line of her neck down to her shoulder.
“Merrick,” she moaned my name as I lowered to her collarbone and over the curve of her breast.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth as I rolled the other one between my fingers until her back was arching, aching to get closer to me, to have me touch even more of her. I kept my hand where it was, but my lips trailed lazy kisses down her taut stomach to the waistband of her jeans.
“You’re so perfect,” I said as her hips jerked, urging me as I undid the button and slid her jeans and panties down her legs.
She shuddered as I bared every inch of her skin, but I didn’t give her a moment to get cold.
I spread her thighs and delved between them, my lips closing around her swollen clit.
Giana’s whimpers echoed through the room as my fingers curled into her tight channel, building her pleasure higher with every stroke. I lapped up her arousal like a starved man, needing her sweet taste coating my tongue. She trembled under me, and I knew she was close.
“What?” she asked as I sat up, a devious grin curling my lips.
“Do you trust me, little devil?”
“With my life,” she said, her chest heaving in an effort to fill her lungs, eyes wild as I left her on the edge.
“Then I have a present I’ve been meaning to give to you, and I think this might just be the perfect time.”
“Wh-what is it?” Her bottom lip trembled so beautifully as she tried to hold back her pleas that I almost gave in to her.
I slid open my drawer again and pulled out the pink gun with the jeweled grip that I’d had custom made for her. Her eyes widened as she glanced from the gun to me. “I love it, but I don’t understand why it’s perfect for right now.”
I bit my bottom lip as I dragged my gaze over her before landing on her soaked core. “I want to see your greedy pussy wrapped around the barrel, little devil.”
She glanced from the pistol to me, indecision warring in her eyes. “Yellow.”
I showed her that the gun wasn’t loaded. There was no way I was going to let any accidents happen with the love of my life. “It’s completely in your hands.”
She bit her bottom lip, lust fogging her gaze now that she knew the gun wasn’t loaded. “Green.”
I cursed under my breath and spread her legs wider. “I want you to watch, little devil. Watch as I fuck you with your gun; watch your tight pussy wrapped around the barrel.”
She sucked in a shaky breath as I lowered the muzzle to her dripping core. My thumb swirled over her clit, working her up until she was trembling again, desperate to be filled. “Please, Merrick.”
I grinned down at her as I pressed the muzzle to her entrance, enraptured as she took every inch of the long barrel. She whimpered in relief, but I knew it wouldn’t keep her sated for long. It wasn’t enough to fill her completely, and soon she’d be begging for my cock.
“Look at you taking this gun like a good fucking girl,” I said as she shuddered beneath me, like my words only added to her pleasure. “You’re so perfect. Do you like letting me fuck you with this gun like my good little slut?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpered, her core clenching around the barrel. “Please don’t stop.”
“I love it when you beg.” I sucked in a sharp breath. I swear I was going to come just from watching her. “This pussy is mine, you are mine, and you won’t let anyone hurt what’s mine, right?”
“Yes,” she said, and I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip, imagining her plush mouth wrapped around my cock, but this was about her. “I won’t let anyone close enough to hurt me.”
“Good girl.” I released her lip. “I’m trusting you to take care of yourself tonight just like you’re trusting me to take care of you now.”
She watched with rapt attention as I slid the pistol in and out of her, letting the friction build her back up with every stroke. I waited until she was shaking, her back arching in an attempt to force it deeper before I lowered between her thighs and sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Merrick.” She sighed my name in relief, like every moment without my mouth on her had been torture.
She bucked in my hold, her body acting on pure instinct as she tried to get more.
Her cries echoed off the walls as I pushed her over the edge.
I kept up the pace as she spasmed around the barrel, and she ground her sweet pussy against my face.
My cock twitched, begging for some friction, but I suppressed the urge to rub a palm over it, wanting to give my girl every ounce of pleasure she deserved.