Page 165 of Reverie

She returns a minute later with soft fabric in her hands.

“I don’t think it’s necessary to bind your legs,” she says. “But how about I use these to tie your wrists to the headboard?”

I squint at the material. “Are those your swimsuit tops?” I ask.

She sucks her teeth. “I had to improvise, okay?” she says. But then she smiles when I laugh, and the tension within me evaporates like a popped balloon.

“No judgment here, baby,” I say, and she raises her eyebrow.

“Are you cool with this?” she asks.

I swallow and look at the headboard. The metalwork across the back of the bed is intricate but sturdy. A dozen black metal bars span the width of the frame, about half an inch apart.

Looking at the material in her hands, I tell her, “Tie them there and there.” I point to the first and last individual post in the design at the center of the headboard.

She nods, and then her face gets serious. I put my left hand near the corresponding post. She uses one bikini top to tie around my wrist in a loose knot, and then she moves to the other and does the same with the remaining top.

“These are quick-release ties,” she says. “If you pull on them hard enough, they’ll unravel, but they’re not too delicate thatthey’ll fall apart if you twitch your biceps too hard. Is this okay?” she asks.

I nod. Now that I’m tied, a thread of stress weaves down my spine, but I shut it out. I give an experimental tug; the knots don’t slip, but I know even if she tied them tight, I’d be able to break the relatively thin bars on the headboard easily.

Breathe, Hunter.

I am here. I am here with Winter.

“Good,” she says, then she pulls the sheet from my body and climbs on top of me. My dick rests between her pussy lips, and when she leans over to kiss me, the movement causes her to rock against the underside of my cock.

“I love kissing you, Hunter. I know I don’t have a ton of reference to draw from, but you’re really good at it,” she says. For some inexplainable reason, that causes me to flush.

“Happy to oblige you, baby,” I tease. She giggles, and it’s a bright sound I’ve rarely heard her make. Releasing my lips from hers, she kisses her way down my chest until I feel her breath over my dick.

My hands clench into fists and my thighs tense. She must notice the shift because she runs her hands over my tense quads, pressing her thumbs into the muscle.

“I love your cock, Hunter,” she says, then she licks the underside of me from root to tip. Her hands never stop their movements on my thighs.

She follows the movements my dick makes as it twitches from her caresses and slips the tip of me past her lips without using her hands.

The moan she releases reaches a primal part of my brain.

Taking me deep into her mouth, she pops off and says, “People pay good money to see cock like this.”

I bark a laugh at that. “You think so?” I mean, how would she know?

“It only makes sense,” she says, her tone very serious. I want to dive into that more, but then all thoughts fly from my brain when she moves her hands from my legs to my balls, tugging them down as she pulls me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck baby, you are so fucking good at that,” I rasp.

She pops off my dick. “Really?” she asks, her voice bright and just a little vulnerable. “You’re not just saying that?”

I want to touch her face, to reassure her that I love everything she does. “Grade-A head, baby. High-quality top, if I say so myself.”

She grins, her eyes narrowing as she cheeses at me, pleased.

“Let me see if I can beat my personal best,” she says. Then she starts sucking the soul out of my body as if her life depends on it.

Just when my eyes start to roll in the back of my head, she pulls off me again, and I try not to shout at her or force her head back onto my cock.

“You get to choose. Do you want to come in my mouth or my pussy?”