Page 88 of Wildflowers & Whiskey

I kiss her hard, our tongues meeting, her breath catching against my mouth. When I pull away, I drag my teeth along her lower lip.

I make work with the rope, tying her hands in place, my body pinning her up against the pillar. She squirms beneath me, which only makes me hungrier for her.

I grab her face, coming close so she can feel my breath against her cheeks, then kissing down her neck as she moans into my ear. I quickly remind her of her safe word because given what I have in store for her, she might just need it.

“You want to be a teasing slut, then you will be fucked like one.”

Her eyes widen as my hand wraps around her throat, enough pressure to be punishing, but loose enough she can still breathe. My other hand traces down her shoulder, onto her chest, then circles the very hard nipples pocking through the material of this thing she calls a top.

“Fuck, Wade” she breathes.

I pull down her top, just like she did in that picture she sent. Our lips come together as I pinch her nipples between my fingers, and I swallow her moans. I let my tongue trail down until I meet her breast, biting hard to mark what’s mine. She whimpers at the pain.

Meeting her gaze, I smirk at her. “You like the pain, angel?”

Her nod is restricted by my massive hand still wrapped around her throat. “Well, let’s see how wet you are for it then, shall we?”

I make work on the buttons of her little shorts, pulling both them and her thong down to her ankles.

“How desperate are you for my fingers to be inside you?” I whisper. My fingers walk down her stomach until I reach her drenched cunt. I start to circle her clit, causing her to pull on the restraint.

“Use your words, angel,” I pinch her clit between my fingers. “Or I’ll edge you for hours and enjoy watching you squirm.”

And it was in that moment she clocks it.

“What? How?” she questions, biting her lip and taking in the pressure I am building up inside her.

“Maybe be a bit more careful with where you leave your things if you don’t want me to know what a horny little devil my angel is,” I mutter. “Now, answer my question. How desperate are you for my fingers to be inside you?”

“Very desperate,” she replies. “You can feel how desperate I am.”

She is correct. My fingers are already coated in her pleasure just from playing with her clit.

I shove two fingers into her, and begin to pump, adding another finger as she begins to loosen around me.

“You going to come for me?”

“I am close, Wade, so close.”

I feel her pussy pulse around my fingers, knowing she is about to find her release, I pull my fingers out of her.

She looks at me like she is about to murder me. “Told you, angel, you wanted to be a tease, then you got to reap the consequences. I am going to edge you over and over again, until I decide it’s time for you to cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

In ten minutes, I manage to edge her exactly six times. Each time adding to her frustration, but now it's adding to mine. Seeing her panting, her hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat, she's a mess for me. And I need to be inside her, now.

But not yet.

I lean down to be closer to her face, tilting her chin up with two fingers. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, lips parted. She looks wrecked in the best possible way. My hat still sitting on her head, slightly crooked now. I don't fix it. I like it that way — like she's been thoroughly handled and doesn't even know it yet.

“Please.” It comes out broken. Barely a word.

“Please what, angel?” It isn't a question.

Her jaw tightens. Even now, even like this, she wants to hold out on me. God, this woman.

“Wade.” A warning. From her. As if she's in any position to be giving those.