Semua Bab They Know What She Wants: Bab 61 - Bab 70

THEA‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡I woke to the soft brush of lips on my forehead.It was gentle, almost reverent, a clear contrast to the way those same lips had been demanding and filthy hours earlier. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with the kind of deep, sated sleep I hadn’t had in weeks. The room was still dim, early morning light filtering through the half-closed curtains in pale gray stripes. Gage was propped on one elbow beside me, eyes soft in a way that made my chest tighten. He was already dressed but he hadn’t left the bed yet. His free hand was tracing idle circles on my bare shoulder, like he couldn’t stop touching me even now.“Morning,” he murmured, voice low and gravelly from sleep.I smiled, small and sleepy. “Morning.”He leaned down and kissed my forehead again, lingering this time. Then he pulled back just enough to study my face, his expression shifting to something more serious.“Was I too rough last night?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing over my cheek. “You were… quiet aft

The foyer was a bit dark, and the only light came from the soft glow of the sconces Mrs. Harlan always left on. The holiday decorations were now up, strings of warm white lights twinkled along the staircase banister, wrapping the railing in a gentle glow. It wasn’t over-the-top opulence; it was tasteful, cozy. The kind of Christmas decorating that made a big house feel like a home. I paused at the bottom of the stairs, taking it in. The scent of pine lingered in the air, mixed with whatever cinnamon candle Mrs. Harlan had burning somewhere. For a moment, the ache in my chest eased. It felt… safe. I wandered toward the kitchen, stomach rumbling faintly. That’s when I saw it on the dining table, a neat, black box tied with a thin silver ribbon and a small envelope tucked under the bow. Oh… the package. I approached it slowly, fingers brushing the ribbon. The box was heavier than I expected, the paper thick and luxurious. I turned the box around but there wasn’t any store l

I leaned forward slowly, breath ghosting over the head of his cock and started with my tongue, licking from base to tip in one long stroke. The taste of him hit me immediately: salt and skin and the faint musk that was uniquely him. He was already leaking at the tip, a bead of pre-cum that I caught with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around the head before sucking gently.A low exhale escaped him, the only sign I’d affected him at all.I did it again, longer this time, dragging my tongue up the underside, tracing the thick vein that pulsed under the skin. When I reached the head, I circled it slowly, teasing the sensitive ridge, flicking the slit before sucking it into my mouth with soft, wet pulls.His hand tightened in my hair, just enough to make me pause, then his grip tightened, fingers threading deeper into my hair until he had a firm hold at the roots. He guided me down, slow at first, letting me feel every inch as I took him deeper. My lips stretched around him, tongue pre

The words sent a fresh shiver through me—praise wrapped in possession. He stood, robe falling fully open as he moved to the nightstand. I watched, heart pounding, as he opened a drawer and pulled out a few items, things I’d only glimpsed before. A length of soft black rope. A silk blindfold. A small bottle of lube. A sleek, curved vibrator with a flared base. A pair of leather cuffs lined with fur. He set them on the bed within reach, then turned back to me. “Up.” He helped me to my feet, steadying me when my legs wobbled. My bound wrists made balance tricky, but he held me close, guiding me to the bed. He positioned me on my knees in the center, facing the headboard. “Stay.” He moved behind me, and I felt the rope again—cool, smooth, sliding over my skin. He unbound my wrists only long enough to reposition my arms, pulling them forward and tying them to the headboard posts with intricate knots. Then ran his hands down my sides, over my hips, his thumbs tracing the cu

I didn’t answer. Just bit my lip and hoped he didn’t notice the red stain on my cheeksHis fingers replaced the cloth, sliding between my folds slowly. One dipped inside me, curling slightly.I gasped, hips jerking forward, eyes flying open.“There she is,” he murmured, voice warm and teasing, a smile in his tone.He was close, face inches from mine, eyes soft in the dull light. His free hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my lower lip.“I thought you were asleep,” he said, finger moving slowly inside me, deep, languid strokes that made my breath hitch.“I was… almost,” I whispered, voice shaky.He leaned in, kissing my forehead. “Little liar.”His finger curled again, pressing firmly against that spot that made my toes curl. I whimpered, hands gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles white.“You’re so sensitive,” he let out softly, almost wonderingly. “Still dripping with me.”I couldn’t deny it. My body was responding shamelessly, clenching around his finger, hips tilting for m