Page 107 of Dark Billionaire Stalker
"I want you in the dark," I explain, climbing onto the bed beside her. "I want you to feel everything without seeing it coming. I want you completely at my mercy."
"Gabriel..." Her voice is barely a whisper.
I lower the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. "You take whatever I give you. Understood?"
She nods, her lips parting on a shaky breath.
I sit back and look at her—bound, blindfolded, trembling slightly in anticipation. She's never looked more beautiful. Never looked more mine.
I start slowly. A brush of fingertips across her collarbone. A kiss pressed to the hollow of her throat. Light, teasing touches that make her strain against her bonds, trying to press closer.
"Patience," I murmur against her skin. "We have all night."
I trace my way down her body, pausing to circle her nipples with my tongue until they're hard and aching. She gasps when I suck one into my mouth, arches off the bed when I bite gently.
"Please," she whimpers.
"Please what?"
"More. I need more."
"You'll get more when I decide you're ready." I move lower, kissing across her stomach, feeling the muscles jump beneath my lips. "Right now, you're going to learn patience."
I spread her thighs and settle between them, my breath hot against her center. She's already wet—I can see it glistening, can smell her arousal thick in the air. But I don't touch her there. Not yet.
Instead, I press kisses to her inner thighs, trailing my tongue along the sensitive skin, getting close to where she wants me but never quite arriving. She writhes beneath me, her hips lifting in desperate invitation.
"Gabriel, please—"
"What did I say about talking?"
"I can't—I need—"
I press my thumb against her clit, a single firm stroke, and her words dissolve into a moan. But I don't give her more. I pull my hand away, leaving her gasping and empty.
"You come when I say you can come. Not before."
"Please..." The word is broken, desperate.
"Please what? Tell me what you want."
"I want you. Inside me. Please, Gabriel, I need—"
"Not yet." I climb off the bed, and I hear her whimper at the loss of contact. "First, you're going to show me how much you need it."
I strip off my clothes quickly, efficiently, my eyes never leaving her bound form. When I return to the bed, I position myself beside her head, my cock hard and heavy.
"Open your mouth."
She obeys instantly, her lips parting in invitation. I guide myself between them, groaning at the wet heat that envelops me. She can't use her hands, can't control the rhythm—all she can do is take what I give her.
I fuck her mouth slowly, carefully, watching my cock disappear between her lips. She moans around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags slightly but doesn't pull away.
"That's it," I praise her, my voice rough. "Such a good girl. Taking me so well."
I could come like this—down her throat, marking her from the inside. But that's not what I want tonight. Tonight I want to be buried so deep inside her she forgets where she ends and I begin.
I pull out of her mouth and move between her thighs. She's dripping now, her arousal coating her inner thighs, her clit swollen and begging for attention. I run the head of my cock through her folds, teasing her entrance, and she cries out.
