Page 145 of Sour Notes

This morning, the minx actually bent down and kissed the tip before jumping out of bed, evading my attempt at catching her. Probably best because the brush of her lips on my dick drove me so feral I’d have likely slammed it straight home and fucked her on our bed… finally.

So, the blue balls are back with a vengeance. They’re the size of beach balls at this point.

She’s practically running back to our room, so eager to break the clone out of its mold. If only she was this eager to rip my dick outta my pants.

The second I unlock the door, she runs through, grabbing and cutting into the cardboard. Before I know it, she’s pulled out a dick, and I shit you not, it’s the exact replica of mine… except it’s fluorescent yellow.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this thing has everything. The texture, the veins, the hole at the top. It’s some next level trippy shit and watching Mia fondle it with such amazed reverence is making me feel all kinda ways.

Why doesn’t she look at my dick like it’s her fucking lord and savior? The way she’s staring at Clone-a-Wolff, I’m half expecting her to start speaking in tongues or offer up her firstborn as tribute.

That’s my dick she’s holding. And my dumb ass is jealous of it.

First world problems right here.

“Swayze, look. At. It. Oh my gosh, it turned out so perfect. I’m so excited to try it.”

Well, if you were half as excited to sit on my dick, we might have gotten somewhere a hell of a lot sooner.

“Wait, Vixen.” She halts in her tracks, already halfway to the bed. “This time, I call the shots. Do you understand?”

She nods, her face softening instantly at my command.

Fuck, she can be so naturally submissive and I don’t think she realizes she’s doing it.

“Words, Mia.”

“Yes, Wolff.”

I could tell her to address me as sir, but I want her screaming my name tonight.

She’s going to remember whose dick drives her wild.

“Strip and go lie on the bed, Mia. Arms above your head.”

Heat burns in her eyes as she follows my instructions and watches me approach, holding the yellow clone in my hand. Her striking eyes meet mine, excitement and arousal clear in their depths.

She’s not hiding from me.

Not anymore.

“Do you trust me, Mia?”

“Yes,” she answers straight away, and I struggle to hide the smile that wants to escape at her response.

Pulling my handcuffs from my jean pocket, I stroke the cool metal along her arm, relishing in her gasp, before I click it closed around her wrist. The minute I trap the second one, leaving her arms bound above her head, she groans, her curvy hips flexing on the bed.

My dirty girl loves being bound. I knew she would.

Unable to resist, I bend down and tug her bottom lip between my teeth, pinching her nipple at the same time.

Instantly, she groans, chasing my lips as they lift off hers for a kiss I happily indulge in. Our tongues meet stroke for stroke, both hungry for more. For everything.

“You ready, Angel?” I lift the clone off the dresser, jerking it off as if it were my real dick.

She moans, nodding in response.

“Words, Mia.”