24
TIGER
Buzzing with excitement, I leap off my bed when Ezla walks through the door I obediently left open for her. “Ezzy!” I exclaim, my eagerness on full display.
The corner of her pink lips twitches upwards. “Hello, Tiger,” she greets all smoothly and shit, and wow-wee. Tingles all over, I tell you.
I wave vigorously, then shift back on my heels, neatly folding my hands behind my back as I watch her turn to the biometric scanner on the panel beside the door, putting her thumbprint on it.
I’m trying to behave here, but I really just want to jump on her and smother her with kisses. I’ve missed her so much.
When she turns back to me, I beam at her, and I’m so, so happy she can now come and go as she pleases. She should have done that wayyyyyy sooner.
“You have waited for me,” she states, and my chest inflates with pride.
I nod, grinning around my words. “Yes! Are you going to wash me?”
Humming consideringly, she moves closer.
My cock has been rock solid simply from the anticipation as I waited for her to finish with Scotty and then Alby, but it’s a steel rod now, hard enough to rival the durability of a diamond as all that bare skin of hers gets nearer, and nearer . . . nearer . . .
Eyes wide, I swallow to get some moisture in my dry throat before my mouth gapes open. “Oh . . . you’re so pretty,” I breathe, wanting to throw myself at her feet and tell her to sit on my back. Maybe I can do some push-ups while she relaxes on top of me?
“Thank you, Puppy.” That unrelenting buzzing in me grows, then almost knocks me out with the sheer power of my elation when she answers my question. “I will. I—”
I zoom for the bathroom faster than I’ve ever done anything before.
I’ve already ripped off my Avri suit, bared myself for her completely, when she walks in with a silent promise of death.
Uh-oh . . .
Fumbling for an excuse as her mismatched eyes pierce me mercilessly, my ever-betraying dick jerking happily, I blurt, “It was my legs, not me!”
Unimpressed, her lips tighten, but I could swear there’s a hint of amusement in there.
I’m pretty sure the bond’s still open, and I’d only need to focus on it to check, but I feel like I’m already on Deadly Nightshade’s naughty list now, so I decide against it.
“Do I need to remind you that your limbs are controlled by you?”
“But they don’t listen when it comes do you, DN!” I plead my innocence.
A single brow raises, though her possessive satisfaction finds me through the bond, telling me she can’t be too mad at me.
“So hungry for me, my Bonds,” she muses as she advances on me hunter style.
Then she tells me as she grazes her nails over my chest in a barely-there touch, “I am eager to chain you.” My heart starts to race even faster than it already was. “But not today. So behave.”
I pout.
She returns my look with a chilling one of her own, lips spreading into a scary-as-fuck, but oh-so-delicious, grin.
Trailing her fingertips down my torso, she only adds slightly more pressure, and glee ripples into me in the form of velvet sin as she purrs, “Look at how you twitch and leak for me.”
I don’t need to, but I do anyway, glancing down at my eager-beaver cock. And I hardly manage to contain my delighted sound, not wanting to get into even more trouble, when her nails graze the crown.
Her hand abruptly wraps around my shaft, grip punishing.
I yelp—then promptly thrust my hips into her grip as my body lights up with the force of the stars sparking all over my insides.
Tutting, she squeezes harder. “Bad boy. This is not a reward, but a punishment. I do not like it when you keep your sounds in. Give them all to me, Puppy.”
Licking my lips, I nod hastily.
Temporarily satisfied, Ez loosens her hold marginally, keeping it to lead me over to the shower.
Pushing the partition away, she drags me inside, and this time, I don’t hold back my exhilarated squeal.
After that, she lets me go, and I feel very neglected in the brief moment it takes her to turn on the specific showerhead she wants out of the two million above.
All of me brightens again when she turns back around, and I wink. “Long time no see. Did you miss me—”
I’m spluttering in the next second as she shoves me under the shower spray.
Tossing my head about, I struggle to get the now-soggy hair out of my face where it’s plastered itself. “Ez!” I cry with my eyes squeezed shut, reaching out for her blindly while I keep swinging my neck all over the place. “Save me!”
She cackles.
Freezing in place, I find buckets of water and darkened blond locks blocking the stunning sight I want to see as my eyes snap back open.
OMG! Another laugh from Ezzy!
Once she’s stopped giving me that rare, beautiful music, she instructs with amusement still coating her otherwise-stern tone, “Be still.” But I already am, stunned into place with her gorgeous, villainous notes still echoing in my mind.
I feel her pull me forwards slightly (Why didn’t I think to do that?) and my hands finally manage to come into contact with her after so long apart, palms planting themselves happily on her hips.
Then her fingers are against my forehead as she moves the flattened strands of hair from my face, and her entertained features come into view.
I greet her with my most charming grin. “Well, hello there, honeypops.”
Her cool-as-fuck eyes narrow to slits. “What was that?”
“It’s cute. Just like you, Ezzy-Wezzy.”
“They are getting worse,” she informs me with a not-so-subtle threat in each word.
“But you love my nicknames.” I bat my wet lashes at her, then bite my lip to seduce her well and truly.
She stares at me.
Oh, she’s so seduced.
Clearly unable to handle all my hotness, she diverts the attention from it with a, “Turn around. I will begin with your back.”
Obeying her, I wiggle my ass slightly and—
I scream at the top of my lungs as her hand comes down on the flesh hard.
The crack of skin meeting skin bounces around the bathroom, and my hands instinctively fly to my backside to protect the victim. My cock throbs harder still, but he doesn’t know what’s good for him. “Ezzy!” I wail. “I was being such a good boy!”
“You are always misbehaving,” she tells me tonelessly. Reaching for the dispenser on the wall, DN presses down, and a generous blob of my shower gel comes out. My awesome sunny beach vibes fill the room to mix with her hot-cinnamon scent. “Remove your hands.”
Whimpering to pretend I’m in excruciating pain from her hit and that my cock’s not begging for some more, I obey at once.
My eyes roll back in my head and an unrestrained moan leaves me when her hands find my ass cheeks and soothingly rub over them. The swipe over the abused one is especially glorious.
Ezla says, “You cannot conceal your body’s reactions from me, Tiger, and you do not need to in attempt to get me to take care of you.”
My lips part. “Oh . . . you . . . you’ll take care of me anyway?” I ask hopefully.
She’s silent for a beat as her palms keep working over my skin. Then she says quietly, “Yes.”
“Oh . . .” I repeat breathily. A dreamy sigh leaves me next as she keeps moving her hands. I mean, her hands?! When there’s a bath scrunchie right there?!
Ezzy loves me so much.
Me and my muscles that I flex as discreetly as always.
More amusement slithers through the bond, but don’t think I don’t catch the arousal in there too. I’ve become the master of seduction for my Wifey.
“Oh, yeeees,” I groan as she brings her hands up higher to work on my back, digging her thumbs into my muscles. “That’s so, so good. More please, Ezzy,” I plead with a shimmy. “I want you all over me.”
“You will have me all over you when we are out of the shower.”
My neck does a one-eighty so fast it leaves me dizzy. “Yeah?! It’s my turn?! You’re going to un-virgin me?!”
She hums, flicking her eyes up to meet mine. “I will take your virginity. I will have all of you. Own every part of you.”
Nodding eagerly, I whip around fully, unable to contain myself any longer.
“I was not finished,” she tells me as if she’s considering flooring me to get what she wants.
“Pretty please finish my back half afterwards? I want to look at you.” I push my lower lip out in that cutie-patootie way of mine so she’ll be unable to resist.
My plan works as I knew it would when Deadly Nightshade death-glares me and brings her palms to my chest. Puffing it up to impress her, I watch her every move avidly.
“You are very handsome,” she tells me out of nowhere, tone her default detached again this time, and pleasure blooms in the form of heat in my chest.
“Thank you, Ezzy!” I gush and crush her to me, soaking her.
Jolting, she’s rigid for a moment before she relaxes. It’s quicker than usual, as if she’s finally getting used to this. Clearing her throat, she says, “You are most welcome.”
Feeling all giddy, I whack a kiss to her cheek.
Her answering scowl is bordering on demonic.
Whoopsies . . . too much in one go?
“Sorry, Ezzy! I just love to show you my love!” I swoop her up into my arms as an apology so she can experience what it’s like to be picked up by my sexy self, because I’m sure she’s secretly been dying for it.
Realising she has a prime view of my ass where she hangs over my shoulder, I bunch the muscles there.
“It’s nice up here, right? Do you want me to do this more often?
” I ask cheerily when I’m met with no protests from her. In fact, it’s eerily silent.
“Tiger.” Her deceptively calm voice has trillions of tiny little bumps breaking out across my skin when it finally arrives. “Unhand me. Now.”
Uh-oh . . .
Abort! Abort!
I quickly put my feisty Bonded down.
“Sorry, Ez. Forgive me?” I do prayer hands and flutter my lashes again.
She sends me a picture of my severed cock on the floor.