CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - SULLIVAN
Her expression is calm. Serene almost. Until she realizes I’ve got her tied to a bed.
“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting her head up to try to see what’s going on.
“Shhh,” I say, petting her hair. “Just enjoy it.”
I get a chuckle for that answer. “Sullivan…”
“No, really,” I say. “You liked it last time.” She opens her mouth to protest, but I put up a hand. “Don’t bother denying it. You’ve got some kink in you, Sadie Scott. I knew that the first time I tied you up. But…” I almost growl, that’s how turned on it makes me. “The way you got off.”
Sadie lets out a small, whimpering moan.
My dick grows in my jeans. The thick, hard shaft presses up against the fabric, begging me to set it free. It wants to be in her mouth. It wants to be in her pussy.
“Just enjoy it, Sadie. Relish it. I have a feeling you haven’t had many enjoyable moments lately. Let me give you this one night, at least.”
She stares at me for a few seconds. Wiggles her body. Tugs on the soft silk bindings on her wrists and ankles holding her captive on the bed, like she wants to reach for me.
“Sullivan… I haven’t…”
“Shhh,” I say. I’m not sure what she’s about to tell me. Hasn’t had sex in forever, maybe. But I don’t care. “I know just what to do.”
She holds my gaze just a little longer. Her eyes searching mine for encouragement. It scares her a little. To be tied up like this. To be out of control. To be powerless.
She’s not powerless. One word would make me stop and she has to know that. She could say no. And if she did I’d be disappointed, for sure. But I’d stop. I’d untie her. I’d fuck her whatever way she wants or not at all. It’s up to her.
I say all that with my eyes and she gets it. We’re linked. She knows me. I know her. We’re already a team, whether she knows it or not. Partners.
Her whole body relaxes. Her breathing softens, her heart rate slows.
“Good girl,” I say, enjoying her young, nubile body as I take her in. Her skin is so soft I just want to stroke it.
So I do.
One fingertip touches her lips. Her eyes are locked on mine as she opens her mouth. She sucks on my finger and it takes every ounce of willpower not to close my eyes and moan. Her mouth sucks on me and my dick grows to its full length inside my jeans.
Not yet though. Not yet. Not until she’s ready to beg me.
And she will beg.
I give her two fingers in her mouth as I massage her nipple with my other hand. Her eyes close—briefly—but fly open again, like she’s been commanded to look at me.
I smile. She continues to suck. Her mouth is so wet it coats my fingers and begins to drip down her chin.
Good God. I have to take a deep breath. My cock wants to be inside that wet mouth. Wants to push its way down her throat. Wants to come inside her and feel her tremble with pleasure.
I pinch her nipple to break her building ecstasy. She whimpers, “Sullivan,” around my insistent fingers.
I grip her breast firmly, making her back arch up a little off the bed. But my mouth is there on her nipple, sucking on her the way she’s sucking on me. It’s just a little teaser for what’s to come next.
My grip relaxes and I let my fingertips wander down to her rib cage. My touch is soft, gentle, light. Her skin prickles from her shiver. She wants more.
I continue to learn the curves of her body with my hand. Across each rib. Down to her hip where I trace small circles on the soft flesh with my thumb. Her back arches again. She wants me between her legs. And I’ll get there eventually. But not yet. I’m not done exploring her.
I take my kiss to her stomach, licking the skin around her belly button. Kissing her, then nipping until she has to draw in a deep breath. It comes out in a gasp when I continue, my mouth making its way towards her pussy. But I go slow. Agonizingly slow. I want my fingers in her first. I want to know she’s wet for me. And when they find her entrance and push inside—she gushes. She coats me with her want.
Goddamn. I might die.
Her scent fills the air as I stretch her pussy to accommodate two fingers. She sucks harder on my fingertips still in her mouth, lapping her tongue against them, letting me push them towards the back of her throat.
And just as she’s about to gag I sweep my tongue over her clit.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, her whole body squirming. She strains against her bindings again. She wants to grab my head and push my face even further between her legs. She wants to wrap her legs around my neck and keep me here forever.
Indeed. This is heaven.
I flick my tongue against her clit. Her pussy tightens around my fingers. They are swimming in her desire as it pours out of her.
I want to taste that desire so bad.
When I pull my fingers out of her mouth and her pussy, she moans, “Nooooo.”
I reach down for the hem of my t-shirt and drag it over my head. But I leave the pants on. I want her on her knees in front of me. I want her head back, eyes up—the only thing on her mind is my face—when I tell her to unbutton my jeans and take out my cock.
A moan comes out of my mouth now. God, I can’t wait to fuck her.
But not yet.
I sit between her open legs. She’s watching me when I look at her. I smile. She says, “Stop teasing me.” But it comes out so throaty and low, it only makes me want to tease her more.
“No chance,” I reply, lowering my head to her pussy. I place my hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs open, making the binding around her ankles stretch tight.
But I hover. Just over the top of her sweet spot.
“Sullivan,” Sadie whimpers. “Come on. This is torture. This is cruel and unusual—”
I blow softly. She sucks in a breath with a hiss and her legs prickle with goosebumps as the light current of air passes over her clit.
She squirms again. Desperately trying to make her pussy touch my hovering mouth.
I smile as I lower my lips to hers. She’s so wet, her sweetness coats them.
And then I lick her.
“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh… yes. Lick me!”
She arches for me with her hands, but the silk bindings keep her contained. She pulls on them so hard, it rattles the headboard.
She starts gasping for air as I sweep my tongue back and forth across her opening, lapping up her desire. She tastes so sweet and delicious, I lean in and bury my whole face in her pussy.
She’s panting now. Like there’s not enough air in this room to sustain her.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers.
I ignore her and take my tongue to her clit.
“Fuck me,” she says again.
I flick it back and forth a few times, then grab it with my lips and suck it into my mouth.
“Ahhh, shit!” she moans. And it’s loud.
“Shhh.” I laugh, my head still buried between her legs. “I’ll gag you if you scream.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” she says, a little more in control.
“I thought that was the point?”
“Fuck me, you ass!”
I laugh again, but this makes a little vibration against her already over-stimulated nub and only serves to drive her wilder.
When I look up from between her legs and find her face, she’s got her eyes tightly shut. Her lips are pressed together.
“Do you want to come, Sadie?” I ask her between licks.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” she hums. “So bad,” she whispers.
“Should I let you?”
“You better.” She chuckles. “I’m going to die right now if you—” I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit as she says this, so the last word falls away.
She twists her hips like she wants to fuck my face. And good God, I picture her hovering over my face as I continue to lick. I picture her soft thighs pressed up against my scratchy jaw. I picture her rubbing her pussy over my chin as my tongue tickles her clit.
“Then come,” I say. “Come right now and let me lick it off you.”
She’s panting hard. Her hips are moving in little circles as she seeks out more friction. My hands grip her thighs, pinning her legs to the bed as I spread her open and bury my face in her pussy.
Her body stiffens. She’s so close. But I pull back, just to keep my supervillain street cred in good standing, and deny her at the last minute.
“Sullivan!” She laughs. “Stop it right now.”
“I did stop.” I chuckle.
“No, keep going! You know what I mean! You fucking tease!”
I take a moment to watch her struggle. She opens her eyes. She begs me silently. I see it inside her. I can feel her.
“We’re partners,” I whisper.
She’s holding her breath because when she stops, it rushes out in a huff. “Yes,” she says, like this was a question.
“You can’t change your mind, Sadie. I don’t want you to change your mind.”
“I won’t,” she insists. “Just please… keep going. Let me come, Sullivan. Let me come. I will be yours forever if you do. I promise. I swear. I will. I will. I will—”
I spread her pussy open with my fingers and dive back down.
This time she’s ready. She won’t let me deny her again. She strains on her silk bindings. The headboard rattles against the tension.
And then… she has her release.
Her pussy begins to contract. I stick my fingers inside her so I can feel it happen. She squeezes them, her muscles clamping down as a pool of heat and desire coats my skin. Her back arches and she moans. Loud, at first. But then she presses her lips together and takes it like the Supergirl she is.
I watch all this looking up between her legs, my tongue still going crazy as she tries to deal with the overstimulation.
But I don’t pull away until her pussy stops gripping my fingers and she lets out a long sigh.
I sit up, reach over and untie one leg, then the other.
She just lies there. Eyes closed. Body relaxed. I crawl up her body and kiss her mouth, make her taste the sweetness of her climax with her own tongue. “The deal is done now, Trip Chick. It’s official. You’re mine.”
But then… out of nowhere, I say, “And mine too.” Only it’s not my voice. It’s not me.
It’s Thomas.