Pride swelled in my chest, but I didn’t want her to stroke my ego if she wasn’t one hundred percent satisfied. “I’m serious, Sunday School. If there’s anything you want me to do or not do, tell me.”
“I want to touch you. Please.”
I’d never particularly liked being touched before. I hated giving up control to anyone and preferred to be the one doing the touching, and everything else for that matter. But Danielle was willing to beg me. And I could already feel all my willpower to deny her anything dissolving like smoke.
“You don’t need permission to touch me. I’m yours, Danielle. And you’re mine.”
I didn’t even see her move. One second she was spread out on the bed with her hands tied above her head, and the next she was free of her restraints and twisting us so that I was the one under her.
A startled laugh escaped me. “You were serious about being able to get out if you wanted.”
“Did you doubt me?”
“I’ve learned my lesson.” There was something undeniably sexy about knowing she’d chosen to stay restrained when she could have gotten out at any time.
She gave me a sweet smile, but there was a wicked gleam in her whisky eyes. “No you haven’t, but you will.”
I didn’t have time to wonder what she meant before my boxers were gone and her delicate fingers were wrapping around the base of my cock.
Oh fuck.
Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the feel of Danielle touching me, and I was legitimately afraid I was going to lose control the second her warm mouth wrapped around my cock.
I was so unbelievably fucked.
Danielle’s tongue swirled around my crown, and my body jerked without my permission. I let out a hiss and reached for her.
I didn’t make it. Danielle caught my wrists and pinned my arms at my sides with enough strength that I couldn’t break free.
“Dani,” I gasped out.
“Yes, baby?” she asked, her eyes glimmering with amusement.
My breath was becoming more ragged by the second,and every bit of control I’d worked so hard to obtain had completely abandoned me.
Danielle held my gaze as her tongue darted out to lick along my length, making my muscles tighten. She continued the action over and over and fucking over until I was sure her goal was to drive me insane. My hips thrust upward uselessly, seeking more friction.
“Do you want me to beg?” I asked, my voice coming out strained.
“You’re welcome to, but that wasn’t my main goal.”
I let out a curse as she licked me again. This woman was far more evil than I’d given her credit for. “Please, Dani.Please.”
“Please what?” she asked, trailing a line of kisses down my shaft and then gently scraping her teeth over my balls, causing my back to arch off the bed.
“This is payback, isn’t it?” I said between pants.
“Maybe,” she said with a grin.
“I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”
She laughed softly. “You’re the one who wanted to marry me.”
“And I would do it again in a heartbeat,” I told her seriously. Sometimes it was still hard to believe she was real. Sometimes when I looked at her, I felt like I was back in that hospital bed, staring at an angel I was sure was going to disappear. “I love you.”
The words came easier than I’d ever imagined. I’d spent so long being afraid of loving anyone, terrified of losing them like I’d lost my son who wasn’t ever mine, but admitting my feelings for Danielle felt an awful lot likerelief. I was so tired of fighting and deliberately making myself miserable.
“I love you too,” she murmured with a small smile that held a hint of sadness.
