Gentleman Sinner

I’m sure I hear the sadistic bastard chuckle lightly. ‘I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Your god, your prince, your knight, your king.’ He slams his mouth over my core and sucks ravenously.

I shout and pull my arms taut against the restraints, my wrists burning from the friction that I’m inflicting on myself. ‘Theo!’

‘Keep shouting, Izzy.’

My chest convulses with the rest of my body as he laps, sucks, and kisses me. ‘I’m going to come.’ I can feel that pressure descending again, making every torturous tactic he’s adopted worthwhile.

‘No, you’re not.’ He pulls away, and my looming orgasm fades. I shout, lurching up off the bed like a madwoman. When I get free, I’m going to kill him! His mouth returns, licking between my folds, exploring hungrily, his hands grabbing my boobs and massaging just as urgently. My building climax resurrects, and I start rotating my hips to help it along, panting my way there. But then he pulls away again, and I whimper in despair.

‘You want to come, sweetheart?’ he asks, inching up the bed to find my face, squeezing my cheeks and forcing my eyes open.

My internal muscles are pulsing unbearably, begging for him. ‘You bastard,’ I breathe.

He smirks at me and kisses me hard on the lips. Despite myself, I open my mouth, my tongue darting out to find his. He pulls away as I groan, and pushes up on fists that are wedged into the mattress on either side of my head. Drifting back down my body, he spreads my thighs until they pull against the straps and can’t go any farther. Then he’s on me, and though I try not to fall victim to his evil tactics again, I find myself squirming, moaning, and closing my eyes in mind-blanking bliss.

It builds, and I burn up once more, the heights of my pleasure clear in the vibrations of my body. I can’t control them. I’m at the mercy of Theo’s mouth and my body’s need for him. I’ve never felt so close to crazy and blissful at the same time, wondering which way he’s going to send me. Because it’s down to him. Theo decides.

Blood whooshes into my clit, preparing to explode.

And he pulls away again.

I sob, tears springing to my eyes. ‘Please,’ I beg quietly. ‘Please, please, please.’ I turn my face into my armpit and hide.

‘Here you go, baby.’ He flicks his tongue across my clit, pulling me back from the brink of desolation and pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. ‘Take it.’ He swirls slowly, and I detonate, my spine stretching violently, the straps cutting into my wrists and ankles. The pleasure rips through me unforgivingly, and just as I’m about to moan my way through it, Theo’s lips meet mine, the pad of his thumb finding my clit and rubbing gently as I go at his mouth like I might never get to taste him again.

He applies pressure where I need it, my face nuzzling him away and burying in the crook of his neck, my muscles spasming as I come down from my high. The frustration and teasing just made it all the more intense and powerful when he finally granted me the pleasure. I sigh, happy. ‘Thank you.’

He lifts his head and gazes down at me, brushing damp waves away from my forehead, silent for several long seconds before he speaks. ‘You’re amazing,’ he says softly, grazing his fingertips over my cheek as it heats beneath his touch. And when his cobalt eyes land on mine, my world doesn’t just turn upside down this time. It narrows into a tunnel, condensing everything, making what needs to be seen so very clear. Theo. Just him.

‘Are you religious?’ I ask quietly, flicking my eyes down to the rosary beads on his shoulder.

He glimpses down himself, as though he needs a reminder of the art decorating his body. ‘No.’

‘Then why all of the religious symbols?’

‘God forgives everyone,’ he says thoughtfully. ‘Even if they haven’t abided by his rules. They’re there to remind me . . .’ He pauses for a beat. ‘That I’ve broken his rules.’

My mind begins to gallop as my next question hangs on my tongue. I deliberate asking, wondering what rules he’s speaking of, but when his eyes harden, I suck back my question, though my curiosity is still rampant. I can tell by the look on his face that we won’t be going there. So I go somewhere else instead. ‘Did you tie me down because you were worried about me touching you?’

Theo smiles as he reaches up to my bonds and slowly starts unravelling them. ‘I’m hypersensitive to most people around me, Izzy. You more so. Every move you make, I see it coming. But I’m worried that in bed with you, I won’t have that advantage.’ He lets my arms drop, and I work some life back into them while he scoots down and takes care of my feet. When I’m free, I sit up, bringing my knees to my chin and curling my arms around them. He wraps the straps into perfect coils as he watches me on the bed. ‘Are you okay?’