Page 63 of Double Dare
“Kade,” she lilts, clicking her tongue at me like she’s won the game. “Look at this situation we’ve found ourselves in.” She’s fucking with me, revving me up, getting me riled enough to fight back.
“Untie me, Bossy. I can’t be held responsible if I tear this cabin down.” I’m wild and she’s caged me. No one has ever managed to cage me.
“Mmm,” she muses. “Back to those empty promises, eh?” Her fingers trail from my collarbones to my cock and back up again.
“They aren’t empty.”
“Sure,” she laughs. “You’re more fun to play with than I thought. Really bring my competitive side out, Kade.”
“You won’t win.”
Her hand smacks against my cheek. Not hard enough to be a slap, but definitely firm enough to be condescending and sexy. “Kneel.”
“No.” I plant my feet and lock my knees.
Laken grins, walking around to my back. When she kicks the back of my locked knees, I buckle like a cheap folding chair, crashing to the kitchen floor. Kneeling before the only she-demon I’ll ever worship. My arms slide down the beam with me, and then she’s in front of me again.
“So defiant,” she mocks me.
Okay, as much as I resent being a submissive, there’s something sexy about her power trip. My blood is humming, my lungs are panting with anticipation, and my energy level is lethal despite how exhausted I am. Naked, my hard dick bounces in the warm air, leaking clear fluid that damn near stretches to the floor. I’m so worked up she could probably set me off with a look, but I don’t tell her any of this. I’m still fighting her; the game isn’t over. A smug, totally cocky part of me wonders if this is a side of Laken only I get to see. Maybe this is our dynamic. Power games and the fight to be dominant. I hope I win sometimes.
“That’s better,” she says. Her fingers gently weave through my hair, and right when I start leaning into it, she tugs, forcing my head and neck back until I’m looking up at the woman who bested me. “My turn to be selfish. You’re going to get me off, and if you manage it without coming yourself, I’ll untie you.”
I’ve been tied to this fucking post for thirty minutes already, judging by the stove clock, and I’ve needed to come far longer than that. This is torture. Blissful, intense torture. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I smirk at her because what else is there to do? Challenge accepted.
Her panties are the same color as her eyes, and when she runs her fingers over them, teasing her clit before hooking her thumbs in the waistband, my eyes track all her movements. My cock pulses and more liquid seeps out when she shimmies them over her hips and down her legs, baring herself to me, right at eye level. I lick my lips, greedy for another taste of her.
“Up for it?” she asks, taunting me with my own game.
“Always. Are you?”
She doesn’t hesitate. Gripping the beam above my head, she does the most perfect thing I could ever think of. Instead of riding that pole like a stripper, she rides my face. With her hands on the post and the backs of her thighs on my shoulders, she shoves her pussy right in my face, my mouth opening on instinct.
I growl against her clit, letting the vibration set her off already. When she moans, holding the beam for dear life, I lick her clit and suck it into my mouth. Fuck yes. Sitting on my shoulders, pussy in my face, I can totally get down with this.
I run my tongue through her wet, needy pussy, dragging moans from her lips that she doesn’t want to let me hear just yet. I wish I had hands to add to the mix, but I know how to get her off with just my mouth, and she’s about to learn that lesson. I won’t lose at the game of Laken; whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her without asking questions but by always fighting her on it.
She leans back a bit, giving me more access. When I tongue fuck her pussy and get really sloppy, one hand leaves the beam to press on the back of my head, shoving my face between her legs to suffocate me. Keep going. I’ve never been submissive a day in my life, but if this is what it’s like, I’d do it daily and make sure she thought she forced me into it.
“Fuck, Kade. If I don’t come in the next thirty seconds, I’ll…fuck, yes.” I focus on her clit, driving her insane. I wish I waited to hear her threat, but it’s hard to resist shutting her words up when they get replaced with my name as a moan. She writhes against me, setting her own rhythm and forcing me to match it.
“Oh…fuck.” Her hand tightens in my hair. “Kade.”
She comes undone, shaking on my shoulders, gyrating against my face, not feeling a lick of shame for it. I lick her through her orgasm until she’s sliding down the front of my body, kissing my wet lips and sucking her taste from my tongue.
“You think you’re so dominant, but I’ve still got power over you, Bossy,” I say. “So hot, though. Keep playing the part.”
Her lusty eyes meet mine, lashes wet with sweat and tears, cheeks pink and energy building up once more. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
Whatever bait I just dropped, she takes it. She slides off me until her teeth are clamped around my piercing. Giving it a light tug that almost sets me off, I groan. Dropping the ring, she kisses me everywhere but my cock. My hips, my abs, my thighs, and my balls, sucking them into her mouth until I’m trembling with the need to come.
“I love this,” she says, biting the ring again. “Really, just the whole package.” She rakes her eyes over my body. “Mine.”
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck. I never expected her to claim me, but I’m losing my shit at that one word.
“Say it.”