Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“Come for me, Reagan,” he told her. He then pushed his tongue deep into her passage. She cried out, her need for him overwhelming her. He withdrew his tongue to flick at her clit once more. He circled the swollen nub then pressed down hard with the tip. Reagan cried out as orgasm washed over her in stormy waves which crashed and pounded.

Tiny rolled her over, so she was on her hands and knees. He pushed on her shoulders until she dropped her face to the bed, her bound hands lay in front of her. Her clit pulsed and throbbed, her passage still pulsing with release, being bound and blindfolded only heightened her other senses.

He pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Deep breath in.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Out.”

Forcing herself to relax, she let her breath out, and he entered her, pushing deep. At first, it hurt. She was too tight. This wouldn’t work. But he slowly pushed himself deep, pausing once he was fully inside her. Reaching around, he flicked her clit, and the pain dulled as her clit throbbed. It amazed her how quickly she wanted him again. She’d only just found her release, but as he lightly strummed at her clit, she realized she wasn’t far off finding release once more.

He pulled out slowly then pushed back into her tight back passage. He flicked his finger against her clit quicker and quicker until her breathing came in fast, sharp pants.

“Come, Reagan!”

She cried out as she crashed once more, only this time he followed her over, his shout of satisfaction filling the room.

***

“So, you knew someone had been in the apartment because a few cups were turned around?” Hunter asked her. Tiny’s boss was abrupt, blunt, and bossy.

She kind of liked him.

Actually, she liked all of them, which surprised her. And none of them looked at her like she was weird or crazy. Although, she had to give them some time to get to know her. But so far everything had gone well. The food had been a hit, and she needn’t have worried about coming up with a list of conversation topics, everyone practically talked over one another to speak. It was obvious how much they liked each other.

“If it was Jaron’s place, it wouldn’t look any different after someone had broken in,” Connor joked.

“Hey, it might look better,” Josh added. “A burglar would have to tidy it up just to find something worth taking.”

“But this girl didn’t take anything?” Simon asked. He managed The Twisted Thorn, the BDSM club he owned with Hunter and Gray. “She just broke in to move things around.”

She nodded.

Hunter whistled. “That’s some messed-up shit right there.”

“Why did she do it?” Mila, Josh’s wife, asked.

“She was close friends with this Dom who I scened with once. I offered him a few words of advice, but seems he took them the wron

g way and was offended.”

“So, she wanted revenge?” Cady asked.

Reagan had been worried about meeting Cady, Mila, and Sasha, who was Simon’s wife. But they’d all greeted her warmly. They’d even helped her clean up, not worrying that she’d wanted things put away a certain way.

Tiny squeezed the back of her neck, and when she turned to him, he winked at her. She let out a deep breath.

“She sounds like a crazy bitch,” Hunter offered.

“She is,” Tiny agreed.

“Was he in on it?” Gray asked. “The Dom?”

“She says he wasn’t,” Tiny said. “I think he was.”

“Then he’s obviously guilty,” Gray said. “Tiny’s got good instincts.”

Tiny turned to look at her, his eyes filled with humor. “The best.”