Chapter 21

He wanted to touch her hair, to follow the rhythm of the movement of her head, but he remembered he was tied.

Already the loose binds were slipping off, but he remained still, feeling this moment. He was now concentrating on holding back for a little more time. He didn't want this to end.

The feel of Elena's mouth was nothing like he had ever felt before. The steadiness and perfection of it awed him.

In the midst of these thoughts, a thread of dark thoughts began to find its way into his mind as he watched her suck him off:

How did she get so good?

She couldn't have been this good by a few nights out with her ex, or even by seeing adult movies. No. This level of precision could only have come with practice. Constant practice.

The man in the hat... He appeared again at the wedding. She saw him.

Practice.

A rushing cloud of jealousy hit Liam and made him disoriented. His dick, even though he was close to coming, caught the dampness and began to go flaccid in Elena's mouth.

She looked up