“Come for me, Tyler. Let me hear you fucking scream my name.”
That was it for me. I exploded around him, screaming and hollering his name, just like he wanted me to. I could feel myself tightening around him as my spasms seemed to rage on around his cock.
“Fuck, Tyler!” he screamed as his pounding intensified. I could feel him enlarging inside me. He was going to come any moment and I wanted to capture it and keep it for life.
“Fuck!” he screamed again and as he collapsed on top of me.
Chapter 20
Dean
Revenge is sweet and not fattening.
Alfred Hitchcock
Fuck, what was that? I fucking lost it again. What was with this woman and her fucking voodoo magic? Her pussy seemed to have me under some kind of hypnotic spell. It was almost like she was taunting me and I was quickly being sucked in.
I was on top of her now, breathing in her beautiful cocoa butter smell. I remembered that smell as a kid. It always made me want more of her—even then.
So I lay there, still inside her, our breathing heavy, savouring that smell like it was my last sense to go. And I was losing all my fucking senses around her. It was almost as if I was becoming pussy-whipped. And there was no way in hell that Dean Scozzari would ever become pussy-whipped. Not now, not ever.
With a frustrated grunt, I climbed off her, took the condom off, and walked towards the bathroom.
“Are you going to let me go?” I heard her call out.
Flushing the condom down the toilet, I zipped up my trousers. I was going to leave. I was going to just fuck her, untie her, and be gone. But, for some reason, I felt I needed to stake my claim on her again. I needed her at my will for longer. There was nothing more fucking erotic than to see a woman tied up with nowhere to go. It was just too tempting for words.
Every bone in my body wanted to bolt. Every thought was telling me to get the hell out of there. But why should I? Why should I feel the need to run from her? She was just a good fuck, plain and simple. Just a game to pass my time until I struck. She will soon know who I am, but I needed to fucking get a grip and see this through first.
With a shake of my head, I walked back inside her bedroom. Funnily enough, she was exactly as I left her.
Vulnerable.
Naked.
Flawless.
Fucking sexy.
I watched as she watched me. I could make out her eyes trying to squint to see if she could see me. I always made sure I stayed hidden around her. I couldn’t risk her seeing me and, potentially, recognising me.
“Are you going to untie me now?” she asked, and I couldn’t help the smile that crept on my face. She wasn’t demanding. She was asking, and it made my dick spring back to life.
I then knew that I couldn’t possibly leave. I had to taste her. I had to feel her squirming underneath me, tantalising me with that fucking magic pussy of hers.
“I’ll let you go, but there is something I need to do first.” Reaching down towards her toe, I pinched it a little, causing her to yelp.
“What are you going to do?”
I could hear a slight anxiety in her voice and it only made me harder. I didn’t want to frighten her but, at the same time, I wanted her to feel something—any little feeling of how I felt all those years ago, the years that were robbed from me.
Crawling onto her bed, I slid my hand up her thigh as I began my journey towards that delectable pussy of hers. As always, she responded to my touch. She never could seem to get enough of it. And that was just what I wanted. I thought I would’ve had to work harder at gaining her total trust, but all those years of stalking her paid off. She was getting so used to me now, like a comfortable pair of shoes—but I wasn’t fucking comfortable.
“Tyler, do you have any idea just how fucking sexy you look tied up right now?” I heard her murmur and I knew she would be willing for me to take her again. I bet she was even expecting it.
Looking up at her, I saw her lust. I saw the desperation of her wanting to touch me. Her pulling at the red ribbon tied above her was telling me that much. But I couldn’t let her gain control.
Grabbing her exposed breasts, I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked a little harder this time. She cried out in pleasure and I knew I hadn’t hurt her. That thought alone had me spurning on even further. I so wanted to sink my dick into her again, but I had only planned on just the once. I couldn’t have too much of her. That’s why I disciplined myself by only bringing one condom. I knew exactly what was going to take place before I even got here. I planned it down to the last detail, and part of that plan involved doing something to her again tonight. I was just waiting for the right moment to strike. And I knew exactly when that moment would be.