Chapter 10
TEN
SOPHIE
“Ihate you!” I cried out so loud to Colson, each word making my throat quiver.
When he seemed to enjoy my outburst and admission, a smirk, followed by a smile on his lovely face, my loathing for him grew even more.
I didn’t know how long I had been in this room with him, my body shackled with rope and a belt, spread across the tantra chair in the most vulnerable position.
I didn’t know how many times he’d rubbed my clit, bringing me seconds away from having an orgasm before he pulled back and let that build fade out.
I didn’t know how many times he’d ravished my nipples, only adding to that swell between my legs.
Because it had happened so many times that I lost count.
To the point that I humped the air, praying it would add just enough wind to give me the pressure I needed to send me over the edge.
But it didn’t.
That edge was too far in the distance, and the man torturing me made sure I couldn’t get within reach.
I suspected the guy watching us behind the glass was living his best life back there, stroking his dick, squeezing his tip to stop himself from coming since I’d declared earlier that I wanted us to get off together.
But I couldn’t see him to know. I couldn’t hear him.
The only thing that marked his presence was the feel of his eyes on me.
“I want you to hate me.” Colson’s breath was like fire against my cheek. “I want you to think of this moment every time I enter your mind. I want you to remember the control I have over your body, the desire flowing through you right now.”
“You don’t enter my mind, Colson. Not ever.”
Beads of sweat were stinging my eyes. My skin burned from where the restraints were so tightly bound around me. It felt as though I hadn’t slept for days.
I would change nothing.
Except that I wanted more.
“When you see my last name in your emails, that reminder is all it takes for you to think about me. It’s like an itch. The more you think about it, the worse it nags at you. You can try to ignore it all you want, but you can’t. So, don’t tell me you don’t think about me. I know you do.”
“That’s what you want? Me thinking about you nonstop?”
I turned my face, but it didn’t give me a view of him. His lips were near my cheek, blocking me from tilting my head. His hand was on my stomach. He was giving me nothing but his voice.
“But unfortunately for you, that’s just not true.”
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?” I smiled even though it felt almost impossible. “Or am I edging you, trying to get a reaction? Just like you’re doing to me.”
“But I’m not lying …”
“You are! You promised me an orgasm!”
“Did I?” His lips were now on my neck, my chest, on my right nipple, my left, dragging down my stomach until they were an inch above my clit. “I don’t remember saying I’d give you anything that even remotely sounded like that.” Those light-green eyes of his were sparkling with satisfaction.
He couldn’t position himself between my legs since I couldn’t spread them, so he was along the side of me, blowing against my clit. His breath came out strong, and if I focused enough, I could come.
He must have noticed because he leaned back. “I love that look on you.”
“Which one?” I glared. “I have so much running through my head right now, I don’t know what’s showing.”
“Like you want to eat me.”
“Eat? Ha!” I didn’t know how I’d even found the air to let out that last sound.
“I’m wrong?”
“You’re not even on the same planet.”
His tongue slithered out, wide and flat, and he positioned it at the lowest spot he was able to reach with my thighs pressed together.
Using a painfully slow pace, he pulled his tongue upward until he reached my clit.
Once he was there, he didn’t move. There was no flicking.
No licking. He just kept it there, like he was using it to press a button, while he stared at me.
I did everything in my power to roll my hips up, forcing him to give me friction, anything that would give me enough movement to get there again. But he read my motive, shifting with me, refusing to give in. And before I could try a second time, his tongue was gone.
“Let’s see if I’m wrong.”
He stood and began to unbutton his suit pants, which dropped to his ankles.
So did his boxer briefs, and with his shirt and tie still on, he held that throbbing hard-on, pumping the center as he bubbled with pre-cum.
A tip that had a rod coming out with a large ball at the end, the identical design on the side of his mushroom-shaped crown.
I remembered the way that piercing had reached my G-spot, the way the metal tapped against it. How the ball along the side of his shaft had rubbed along my insides during each thrust.
That memory made me moan.
“You’re not convincing me, Sophie.”
I blinked several times, forgetting what we had even been talking about. The only thing I knew in this moment was how ridiculously sexy he was. “What do you mean?”
“You’re looking at me like you want to fucking devour me. Isn’t that the opposite of what you said you wanted to do?”
I zoned in on his dick. The way it glistened. How it bulged. “Give it to me.”
“Should I? I don’t know …” His fist was stroking mid-shaft. “Do you deserve it?”
My jaw clenched, my head pounding against the cushioned chair. “Why are you antagonizing me so badly?”
“Because it’s what you’ve been doing to me.”
“Outside of Lush? That doesn’t count.” I pulled against the rope and leather—it got me nowhere. “Didn’t you say, what happens here doesn’t leave? The same is true for work. What happens there doesn’t leave there.”
“But that’s not the case, is it, Sophie? The gymnastics class, the gala—both examples of situations where work affected our conversations and your attitude toward me.”
There was no anger in his tone; it was pure amusement.
He was living for this.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Are you surprised by this?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because all I want is your dick, Colson. What surprises me is that you won’t give it to me.”
He smiled. “You’re so hot when you beg.”
I wasn’t begging. I was imploding.
There was no one in this world who got this inside my head, who had the capability to make me this furious—and now we were fighting over how badly I wanted to give him head.
“Colson—”
“Ask me nicely, and it’s yours.”
I was shaking. “Fuck you.” He went to lift his boxer briefs like he was going to put his dick away, so I said, “Fine. Please.”
“Please, what?”
I felt my eyes go wide. “Please give me your dick.”
He took a step closer and aimed the tip toward my mouth.
“I should bite you.”
“You can use your teeth. At this point, you know I enjoy pain. But be careful, Sophie. I’m giving you a bit of control back. Don’t compromise my trust. Once it’s gone, it doesn’t return easily.”
His threat vibrated in my ears as my mouth parted and I took in his head.
“Fuck, has your mouth been watering for me?” He knew I couldn’t respond. “It feels that way …”
The saltiness of his pre-cum dissolved on my tongue, and I moaned at the taste. The metal instantly tinged against my teeth as he went in deeper, the texture such a strange feeling as my cheeks surrounded each of the balls.
I couldn’t use my hands—they were above me and tied.
All I had was my mouth and tongue, so I sucked in as hard as I could and licked in each direction, depending which way I was headed.
I lifted my head off the chair to bob, holding eye contact the entire time.
And with each dip, I picked up more speed, I added more suction, I twirled my tongue over his tip and ground it against the side of his cock as I lowered.
“Fuck me … just like that,” he exhaled.
I wasn’t afraid to use my teeth, not on someone who liked pain.
So, I used just the very ends, like a sprinkle, but not enough to give him chafing.
And as I sloped my head even more, I opened my throat, relaxing my gag reflex, focusing on his pleasure, not the way he was hitting the back of my mouth.
“You can fucking take it, can’t you?”
My eyes filled—not from pain, but from the fullness. My spit was thickening.
“Deeper, Sophie.”
The tilting of my neck allowed me to give him what he wanted. But in this position, I could no longer move. The action was all on him, driving in and out of my mouth. And the look he gave me while he did, the passion and feral glimmer in his eyes, made me the wettest I had been all night.
“Fuck yes!”
I could feel his orgasm building. How his roughness, which he had warned me of and I welcomed, peaked.
How his dick became even harder, his movements sharp instead of fluid, and when I thought he was going to fill my mouth, he pulled out and aimed toward my pussy.
Each jerk of his hand created another stream, the thick white cum splattering onto my bareness.
“Yesss, Colson.”
Even though my legs were shut, the drips fell past my clit, rolling all the way down my pussy and finally puddling beneath me. A feeling so beyond sexy that I shuddered.
“Jesus, you can suck some dick.” He gave one final tug and released his hard-on.
“You’re welcome.” I smiled.
He held my chin and kissed me. “You were even better than last time.”
I captured his bottom lip before he had a chance to pull away, and I held it between my teeth. My stare was locked with his, silently begging him to make me come. I needed it; it was time. And when I let him go, he lifted his boxer briefs from his ankles and zipped and buttoned his pants.
Once he was dressed, he moved behind me and loosened the belt until it was off my hands. He then weaved the leather through the loops of his pants and buckled it. “I have a question for you, Sophie.”
He was standing too far away. His hands weren’t on me.
I didn’t like it.
I rubbed the spots where the belt had been. “What?”
“How does it feel, knowing the Westons would have paid twenty-five percent instead of the twenty you had your clients agree to?”
Each word hit me one at a time, like a slap across cold skin, and they settled inside me before they returned to my face and punched each cheek.
“Is that what this was about? All the edging you’ve done to me this evening? You were just trying to get back at me?”
“No.” There was a lightness in his eyes and on his lips. “Quite the opposite.”
“Then what?”
He backed up to the door.
I literally couldn’t believe what was happening. “Where are you going, Colson?”
“I want to see how badly you want me.”
He had ignored my question.
“Now?” I leaned up, pulling at the knot at the top of the rope. “Or …”
“No, not now. Now, unfortunately, for you, is over. You had your chance to show me, and you failed to do so. I hope, for your sake, next time goes differently.”
He opened the door.
“You’re leaving me? Like this? You’re not even going to do what you promised?”
“I promised nothing.”
“You said you were going to fuck me!”
He smiled. “That was part of the edging. Just like this is.”
I drew in some air, and it burned like the rest of me, my body so wound and desperate that I ached. Everywhere. “I hate you!”
“I know.” He smiled as he walked out and closed the door behind him.