Page 55 of Unbound

Don’t fucking care.

Feeling Sybil writhing under me, the sounds of her moans and whimpers filling my bedroom, is worth every extra load of laundry I have to do.

Hooking both arms around her thighs, I haul her closer. Sybil lets out a little yelp that quickly turns to a gasp as I purse my lips, locking onto her clit. I could easily work her up quickly and send her over the edge. Prove just how competent I am. But the thought is wholly unsatisfying.

I don’t simply want Sybil to know I can get her off. I want her to also know I’m the best at it.

Is that a healthy desire? No. But I’m not in the habit of handling things in what would be considered a healthy way.

So instead of making this easy on her, I slow down. Take my time. Tease her until she’s just on the brink of coming before I pull back.

The sound that comes out of her as she pushes up to her elbows to glare down at me is vicious. “I was right there.”

“I know.” Dragging my eyes from her face, I focus on her pussy as I ease two fingers into the tight heat of her body. “And you’ll get right there again.”

I slowly work her back to the edge, this time with my tongue and fingers. When her thighs begin to tremble, I stop once again, loving the feral growl that rips from her throat.

“Deep breaths.” I smooth my free hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her. “It will be worth it. I promise.”

“If I knew you were a sadist, I would have never come here.” Sybil snarls the words at me.

“Not a sadist, sweetheart.” I give her clit a teasing flick with my thumb. “Just not willing to have you calling me mediocre.”

And maybe I’m also not willing to rush this. To hurry through something I haven’t had in a long fucking time, and probably won’t have again anytime soon. Because this is a one-time thing. Only happening so I can stop fucking thinking about it. I’ll know what I need to know, and can move on. Get her out of my system and out of my mind.

“I take it back then.” Sybil squirms around, trying to figure out a way to get friction where she wants it. “Why are you being so mean to me?”

“Making you feel good is mean?” Pressing one hand just above her pelvic bone, I watch her face as I fuck her with my fingers, making sure I hit the exact spot I’m seeking on every pass. “That doesn’t sound right.”

Sybil whimpers, limbs restless as I once again lead her to the edge. “I just want to come. That’s all I wanted.”

“And that’s what you’ll get, but only when I’m ready.”

Turning my head, I nip at the inside of her thigh, leaving the faintest of red marks on her pale skin. I stare at it as I listen to the wet sound of my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, watching as the spot fades, disappearing as if it was never there.

Don’t fucking like that. Don’t like how easily her body forgot me.

So I lean in again, latching my mouth onto the same spot, but this time I suck, hard enough to create the slightest pinch of pain. The need to leave proof of this moment is so all-encompassing I forget what I’m doing. Forget my desire to hold her back one final time.

And maybe that’s a good thing, because I’m not sure my ear drums would have survived it.

Sybil lets out a wail that borders on a scream as her spine curves, back arching off the bed as her pussy spasms against my fingers. I swear I can feel it in my cock as she comes, and it pushes me over with her. The heat of my cum warms the fabric of my boxers, making it stick to my skin as I gentle my touch, smoothing along the soaked line of her slit as she pants above me.

“I hate you less than I did a few minutes ago.” She flings one arm over her eyes. “I didn’t… I thought… I…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, and I’m gonna take that as a good sign.

I press a final kiss to the deep red spot I left on her inner thigh, a sick sense of satisfaction settling in my chest as I stand up. Not because I scrambled her brain—even though I did—but because she’ll have no choice but to remember it every time she looks down. At least for the next few days.

Leaving her on my bed, I head for the closet, where I strip out of my pants and underwear, using a dry spot on the latter to wipe off my dick before chucking them into the hamper. After pulling on a pair of pajama pants, I walk out to find Sybil working her way upright and scooting to the edge of the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I flip off the light, taking the room to nearly complete darkness.

“I just thought I should…” Her brain must still be struggling, and it brings a smirk to my lips.

Because I did that.

I wish like hell I could do it again, too. But I’ve already muddied the already murky waters between us enough. And while I won’t be allowing myself the luxury of pleasuring Sybil again, I’m not going to stop taking care of her. Keeping her safe.