Chapter Five
Emily
The asshole was still too smug for my liking, but I’d use it to fuel my strikes. Picking one of my favorite crop whips, I went back over and straddled his waist, watching those unnatural eyes beam light when there was so little to cause it.
I told myself it was a trick—the whole night was—but my gut twisted anytime those strange eyes caught mine.
I hadn’t expected the sheer number of piercings on this pretty dude’s dick. Or for it to be a size I’d never personally seen on a man before. I’d snagged me a big fucking fish.
Songbird’s body was to die for. Perfectly toned and covered in tattoos. Lithe but powerful. Soft to the touch but still somehow perfectly firm. And I’d never been with someone so hot. Literally. His skin against mine would swelter in summer and warm better than any heated blanket in winter.
My hands glided and scratched, leaving tracks over the beautiful maze of ink.
His body reacted to every caress, and I liked it way more than I’d tell him.
I sought out the patches where I’d be able to see the color change the most, but with the way he sucked in a breath after my nail grazed one of his pierced nipples, I could guess where to start.
Lifting his face with the business end of my whip, I addressed him singularly, “Safe phrase, birdie. What is it?”
His throat bobbed and those yellow eyes were pure liquid as they stared back. “Not Interested.”
I cracked the whip on his nipple, landing with a loud thwack, and a little hiss escaped his mouth. “Address me properly.”
His gaze sparked, and so did the heat between my hips. “Apologies, ma’am.”
My tongue dashed out to wet my lips, and his eyes shamelessly followed. His wrists were next to his head on the pillow, the powerful singer looking awfully cozy in cuffs. Then he waited.
Shimmying down his front, I kept a level glare on him until I’d straddled his massive thighs. I needed to spread much wider than normal to stay upright.
His heavy-lidded stare dropped to where I hovered over him, spread wide, and a groan thundered like a damn bike deep in his chest. It brought to life those little flutters of sensation all over my body.
The control I desperately craved in my life, I always found it here, putting powerful men under my spell. It never failed to give me a thrill to show an arrogant asshole his true place in my world.
“Bloody hell, woman, you’re a tasty bite, aren’t you?”
Another few punishing smacks rained down on his nipples, making him suck and choke on that last word. “Did I say you could speak?”
“No, ma’am,” came his throaty reply.
My pulse thundered to life. His growling voice, quieted in the face of my demands, was absolute bliss. Maybe I hadn’t fucked everything up by bringing this sexy giant back to my apartment.
Songbird was fully hard and his dick stood at attention, bouncing a little when I dropped my eyes to it. I ghosted the tip of the crop whip from head to base, luxuriating in the struggle taking place in his expression and body.
I might not need the heavier paddles. This guy was already getting off on degradation and light whip play, but I’d dial it up a notch. After dealing with Darcy’s shit all last week, I’d take a lot of pleasure out of it.
“This is fucking obscene. A goddamn eyesore,” I told him, landing a strike on the flared head, and his chest pushed out with another little hiss.
The shaft throbbed and pulsed, and I could’ve sworn I saw deviations that looked oddly reptilian. Scales? What the fuck? But when I tilted my head, they were gone.
Maybe I’d get a drug test tomorrow to make sure some asshole didn’t get to the one drink I had. Not that I thought they could. The bartender and Dom were tight. Nothing got past him. Still…
Tracing his cock’s shape again, I sneered at him. “You must’ve really enjoyed getting these done, huh? Are we a bit of a pain whore, birdie?”
His jaw clenched, but he didn’t reply, so I swatted the crown and shaft several more times. The cuffs clinked for the first time since I’d put them on. Our masochistic singer liked that a lot. I absently wondered if the piercings made his dick more sensitive.
It was a shame tonight was the last because I had more things I wanted to explore with those little notches of painful delight.
“I asked you a question,” I growled at him, pulse drowning out my own voice the way it always did when I finally secured total control over my prey.
I kept my body poised and still, but lust was pumping through my veins.
That addictive relief that always came with another big asshole put in his place.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m a real pain whore,” he replied, his voice thick with arousal, feeding into mine in an instant.
It should be a goddamn crime to have a voice that sinfully delicious to the ears. His accent slathered every word out of his mouth with honey and danger.
I readjusted on top of him. I was already slick and eager to rub myself on him, so I did. I wouldn’t deny myself tonight. I’d take my pleasure and give him his—and by the way his cock strained and bounced, he was enjoying himself plenty.
Every part of him clenched as I rocked back and forth on top of his massive thigh, getting myself off. I painted the tattoos decorating the area with my slick.
His eyes didn’t dare look away when my hand took a path down my front, teasing the lace around one breast. A little breath escaped him, intense hunger flaring in his eyes, after my fingers slipped inside and teased my hardened tip.
He wet his lips, gone perfectly still, watching, afraid that if he moved at all I’d punish him by stopping. I got off on that fear and played into it, pausing for a second. His top lip pulled back, and I glared at him.
“Is that any way to look at me, Songbird?”
His mouth relaxed and a breath whooshed past his lips, exhaling tension. “No, ma’am.”
The ragged air in his reply was hot as fuck. I wasn’t the only one getting off on this. Songbird was made to be a sub. I might think he was an asshole, but a personal rule of mine was everyone had fun or the play ended. That included my prey.
Spurred on, I unhooked my bralette and let the straps slide from my shoulders. Sinking teeth into my bottom lip, I dragged it down, and his searing gaze tracked everything like the predator he was. I worked the ribbons loose and tossed the piece of lingerie aside.
His eyes snapped back to mine when I brought a few fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, and then his stomach collapsed as soon as I reached down to touch myself.
Another flash of fang and reptilian eyes should’ve stalled me, but instead my head fell back and a moan escaped in a breathless huff. The growl he let loose made my finger slip inside, and I breathed a shaky sigh, working my clit with the heel of my hand.
I pushed two more fingers inside to take the edge off. Or maybe to remind him no matter how cocky he got, I was still the one who decided how this night went.
My chest hitched, desire sluicing through my body like the rapid current of the ocean, taking me deeper, deeper, deeper, until I couldn’t catch my breath. All I could do was moan and chase a much-needed release.
At this rate, I might not last as long as I’d hoped. I wanted to savor it, but I’d been turned upside down by that brief kiss in the hall.
I thought about it between glances of his gorgeous face and body, driving my fingers into me, harder, deeper, faster and making the asshole watch the whole time.
The kiss had been so quick, but I still felt how good his mouth moved with mine and the teasing flick of his pierced tongue when I swept his mouth.
I didn’t mind kissing, but on principle, I never did it much. I didn’t want these assholes to get the wrong idea. But that brief kiss was about all I could think about since coming into my bedroom.
If I was going to ditch this life tomorrow, why not bend the rules a little? I’d already bent them by taking this singer home. One I still wasn’t convinced didn’t have a criminal record. What was the harm of a few extra kisses?
Bending over, I stole another kiss. His mouth didn’t hesitate to move with mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips.
I opened to him, and it was in the vibration of his chest and jump of his dick against my stomach that told me how much it’d gotten to him.
After I tugged on his lip piercing, I pulled away.
I lifted my hand and licked my saturated palm and fingers. Something in Songbird had abruptly shifted. His jaw worked and his eyes shut, inhaling like he could smell how much I’d gotten off on it.
I took advantage of that momentary break. My whip cracked down on several spots, hitting harder with each one, and Songbird reacted exactly how I liked—groaning, grunting, hissing, his massive body seizing.
Heat blazed through my hips the more his skin reddened with my assault. I had to suck in a shaky breath when I reached twenty. His tongue passed over his bottom lip, those dangerous eyes wandering my curves with a hunger that had only gotten worse with every strike of my whip.
Setting it aside, I braced against his stomach, tactically positioning myself above his cock. Maneuvering my hand behind my back, I stroked him with a practiced touch, taking what I could of his significant girth into my hand.
The wild sound that left him made me greedy. “Fucking hell.”
I rolled my waist, using the hard mounds of his abs to get myself off. Between the two, I set a steady rhythm.
His piercings felt odd in my palm, but I’d be lying if I said I hated it. I didn’t. It was fun to feel them slide over my skin and hear the little hitches in his breath and hissing exhales when the piercings rubbed just right.
I’d never felt so damn powerful. Good thing tonight was the last time I’d see him or I might get addicted.
I slid my thumb across the tip, spreading pre-cum, and leaned closer. “I’ll let you make another request, Songbird. I’m feeling generous tonight. You’ve been such a good boy taking all those hits to your slutty cock and chest, so tell me what you want…”
His feral gaze sliced up to mine and that tantalizing smirk from earlier re-emerged. It made the desperate snatch between my legs clench around nothing. “I want out of these bloody cuffs so I can touch you,” he snarled.
A jolt shot down my spine. My pulse skittered and panicked in ways it never had, but I reached for the key on the bedside table and did what he wanted.
Ever regret a decision you made as you did it? Yeah, that was exactly how I felt when the cuffs unlocked and I was suddenly pinned under a beast of a man.
His hand went around my jaw, his hips settling between my open legs. He stared at me like he couldn’t believe I existed, and honestly, looking into those weird eyes made me feel the same.
“You’re a bloody tease, Viper,” he whispered, his wet lips brushing over mine. “But my guess is you already know that.”
I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood and tugged. The rough groan he’d tried to unsuccessfully smother made my hips buck. “Just fuck me already, Songbird.”