Worship Me - Chapter 1 #2
He leaned forward, placing his mouth over my clit.
Sweet Jesus. Right there. It was like the clouds had parted on a rainy day and the sun shone down, bathing me in warmth.
I pushed the back of my head into the pillow, closing my eyes and thrusting my cunt into his face.
Just a little more. I needed more of him.
A flick of the tongue. The tease of his teeth.
Something to push me over the edge and to ignite the slow burn that was overtaking my ability to think or speak.
My entire body was on fire, needing the release so badly that he’d denied me minutes earlier.
His tongue swiped against my clit, and my entire body quaked with pleasure.
Right there. Oh God. Right there. I moaned, unable to hold it in, thankful for the brilliant moves his tongue made against my pussy.
I’m so close…fuck. So close. My muscles were strained and my breathing was erratic and I started to sweat. My toes curled, the sign that it was about to happen—that I was about to have an orgasm that would tear me apart and send me into the best post-sex blackout of my life.
“Yes!” I chanted. “Yes.”
Then nothing.
My eyes flew open just as he leaped off the bed in one quick move, like an Olympic gymnast going for the gold in the bullshit pommel horse event.
“James.” He was lucky I was tied up because I would’ve ripped his cock right off out of anger and frustration and let him watch me fuck myself with it.
He licked his lips, wiping them clean of my wetness again. “I’m going to go get something to drink. I’m feeling parched.” He gave me a mischievous smile. “You relax for a little bit.”
Parched? He didn’t know parched, but he would. The man was about to have a dry spell that would make the Mojave Desert look like the wettest place on earth. I wouldn’t forget this night anytime soon, and I’d make sure he didn’t either.
“James,” I yelled, pulling at the restraints and twisting in the bed as he started to walk to the doorway. “You cannot leave me like this.”
He stared at me for a minute, watching me as I tried to break free…still with that cocky grin. He glanced down, catching sight of the leftover black rope he’d tossed aside earlier. “You’re right.” He stalked toward me after grabbing the rope off the floor and cinching it.
Fuck. Me and my big mouth. Why did I always do this shit to myself? I couldn’t have just let him walk out the door and figured something out myself, not now. He was about to spread me out, making sure I wouldn’t be able to squeeze my legs together enough times to get myself off without him.
I started to kick my feet as he moved closer, flailing on the bed because I knew what he was going to do. “Please don’t.”
But James was stronger, and no matter how hard I kicked, I wasn’t going to win. He snatched my foot in midair, slipping the rope around my ankle, and secured it to the bedpost without missing a beat. “This is for your own good,” he said. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to break free.”
What a crock of shit. My glare turned into something deeper and angrier. “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
He tipped his head back and laughed before he grabbed my only free foot easily, which was moving around in wild, uneven circles. “I look forward to the payback, love. You can end this, you know,” he said, standing at my side, and stared down at me with the biggest hard-on.
I closed my eyes. I needed to avoid his penetrating stare and the rock-hard, velvety smooth dick that was only inches from me. “Fuck you, Jimmy.”
I could do this. I could outlast him. I mean, we always played rough, and orgasm deprivation had been our thing for a while.
But that was back in the day when we were banging like we were the last two humans on earth trying to repopulate the world.
Think of something other than sex. I needed to focus on something besides the ache between my legs and the wetness running over my asshole, but it was like trying to ignore the single drip of water outside my bedroom window after a rainstorm.
“You always have to be a hardhead.” His hot breath skidded across my face as he leaned over, and his cock pressed against my arm. “Just remember, this is your choice, not mine.” His hand slid down my front, cupping my mound.
The tips of his fingers penetrated my pussy and made my need so much worse. I wanted to cry out, beg for him to give me the orgasm he’d denied me twice. I thought he’d change his mind and that maybe he’d give me what I wanted, but just as that delusion went through my mind, he pulled his hand away.
Thwack! I jolted off the mattress, the throb growing more intense at the pain and pleasure mix of his swat.
A lesser woman would cave, begging to come and giving her husband whatever he wanted. But that wouldn’t be me. It wasn’t my way. I’d always take the hardest, most fucked-up path, and James knew it. The bastard always used my personality against me.
But I’d be lying if I said I hated him. I’d never loved another man the way I completely and utterly loved my husband.
A lesser, weaker man wouldn’t have been able to deal with my bullshit and attitude.
That’s why we worked. Not because he handled me, but because we brought out the best in each other.
Maybe not in that moment as I was tied to the bed, splayed open while he worked me up to the point that I was ready to break.
I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to beg, but his footsteps had grown quiet and farther away.
I sucked in a breath and tried to steady my breathing.
He was fucking leaving me here, tied down, alone and aching for an orgasm.
He didn’t like to lose as much as I didn’t like to give in.
I had a hard decision to make—cave in and finally say yes, or most likely lie here all night without the ability to move.
He was a fucker sometimes, but he was my fucker. Once I heard the familiar creak of the last step on the stairway, I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of anything except the throbbing need I had between my legs.
Nothing worked.
No matter what I tried to think about, it did nothing to lessen the want. The sting from his palm stayed for far too long, almost making me mindless and wanton.
I don’t know how long I lay there with no clock in the room, staring at the ceiling and going through the motions of Lamaze because it helped during childbirth and maybe it could work wonders in this situation.
An eternity passed before he came back, still naked and devastatingly handsome. “Ready?” he asked from the foot of the bed, cock still hard and taunting me as it moved.
“No.” I stared at the ceiling, keeping my eyes off his cock and his face.
It didn’t bother me in the slightest that I was spread wide, laid out before him like a toy he could fuck with all night. James had seen and explored every inch of my body, and there was nothing to be shy or bashful about. I, in turn, had done the same to him.
I knew every crevice, every birthmark, and dip to his muscles. We were one in that. We were the yin to the other’s yang and completed each other so freakishly well that if I weren’t in our relationship, I’d make myself sick from the perfectness.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
Did he really just say that to me?
Those were fighting words. The man knew better than to mutter that sentence to me. But he went there anyway. What started out as a game, because I liked to play hard to get, was turning into something wickeder.
I had two options—let it go and say yes to his simple request, or dig my heels in and not get off tonight and possibly tomorrow.
My mind was telling me to be an asshole and not give in, but my pussy was screaming for me to just say yes and end the misery.
I let my gaze wander up his body, taking all of him in, and in a moment of weakness, I let my cunt answer for me.
“I’ll go to Miami to see your parents with you,” I said, almost choking on the words because I couldn’t believe I’d actually given in.
The words were foreign on my tongue and tasted salty.
James looked so satisfied as he smiled down at me. “Thank you.”
“Don’t speak.” Normally, I’d be angry with myself, but I was so damned turned on that I didn’t even care anymore. I just wanted his cock, his hands, his mouth, and all of him on and in me. “Just fuck me before I change my mind.”
Thankfully, he listened. James climbed onto the bed, nestling between my legs before thrusting into me. I cried out as he pummeled me, slamming his body against mine. When the orgasm crashed over me, it didn’t feel like defeat—because it was the best damn orgasm of my life.
I hope you loved City, Suzy, and the Gallo Family. The family’ s story continues in WORSHIP ME!