Page 32 of Come Find Me Tonight

Robby

“Knees. Now,” I repeat.

She dips down like the obedient good girl she is onto the hard tile kitchen flooring, and my fingers are on my belt buckle before her knees touch the floor. I unclip my belt and unbutton my jeans to pull my ready cock out. She already knows what’s about to happen, and her tongue licks me before I can stop her. I lightly tap her cheek with my hand, never hard enough to mark her perfect face.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” I whisper. “You’re going to want to listen tonight. Open wide.”

I knew she would, and I thrust into her mouth as far as she’ll take me. I tangle my fingers in her smooth hair, holding her head in place, forcing her to take it all. I’m sure her eyes are watering as her mouth tries to reject me, but I don’t let it. Her throat tightens as her gag reflex is probably triggered, but she’s handling it so well.

You wanted more; don’t cry when you get it.

She steadies herself by gripping the edge of the counter as I continue to thrust into her throat. The way she’s rolling her tongue around me is going to undo me if I don’t switch gears, and we’re both going to wait a long, long time until we get to come tonight.

To draw this shit out as long as I can.

“Stand,” I say and withdraw myself from her mouth. She’s too dressed in that damn robe again.

Hmm, that’s an idea.

I reach for the tie, loosen it and rip it from her waist. I tuck it into my back pocket. “You’re not going to need this.” I push the robe from her shoulders, and it glides to the floor, pooling at our feet.

I reach down and pick her up with ease, gripping the bottom of her thighs hard enough that she’ll have fingerprint bruises for days. She drapes her arms around my shoulders and presses her lips onto mine. Hard. With meaning. Like she’s trying to tell me it’s deeper between us than whatever this is. But I’m Rook.

Or fucking trying to be. One last time for her.

I back her against a wall across from the kitchen, and a sharp gasp escapes from her lips. I know that was too hard, and I start for the stairs. Her urgent lips return to mine. I know she wants to be punished or, at least, to test me as far as she can.

I don’t have it in me to do anything to my dream girl, but dropping her onto her soft bed is something I can do. The room smells like her, and the air is heavier with more humidity than usual.

She got ready for you.

I reach into my back pocket for the robe tie. “Since you don’t want to behave,” I say. I wanted to do this last time, but it fits better tonight for what I have in store for her. She’s not going to be able to fight back.

You want Rook to pay you back for the sass? He’s going to.

I walk around the bed toward the headboard and tie the silk around the post before securing her wrists above her head, so her arms are tethered.

“Wait, what?” she protests with a cracking voice. She tugs at the tie, testing her arms to see if she can move them.

I’ll rub your shoulders later.

“That’s right, baby girl.”

I kick off my Chucks and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. I shove my jeans down and throw them on top of my stuff on the floor. I’m left in nothing but a cross around my neck because Lord knows I’ll need all the forgiveness for my sins over the past few weeks. I leave it so something can ground me.

It’s almost over now.

I glance over at Appa, and she must be watching me as much as she can to see what I’ll do. Another light bulb goes off.

“Do you have a vibrator?” I ask.

“Um, top drawer of that nightstand,” she answers.

I open the drawer and reach in blindly. For all I know, there’s a mousetrap waiting to latch onto my finger, but after feeling around, I find a smooth, phallic-shaped object with a button. I join her on the bed, pressing my knees into the mattress on each side of her. I rest my cock between her boobs, and fuck, I wish I could see this in the light. It’d be my mental Christmas card for life.

“What do you want, Appa?” I softly ask.

“To fuck.”