Page 201 of Top Shelf

“Viktor. Jesus Christ. Fuck, you’re so good.”

His hand tightens, and I look down as much as I can and catch the change in him at my words. My mouth curves despite the fact that I’m shaking.

“You are, though. You’re so good. Your mouth feels so fucking good I can barely think.”

His control cracks by degrees, and the toy presses harder, his fingers joining his mouth. Pleasure spikes violently enough that my head drops back into the pillow.

“Yes! Fuck. Exactly like that.” My voice breaks around his name. “Please don’t stop this time. Please, Viktor. You’re so fucking good. Make me come. Make your wife come.”

The orgasm hits hard and filthy, ripping through me while my thighs shake over his shoulders and my wrists strain against the ribbon. Viktor stays on me through every wave, keeping the pressure exactly where I need it until I’m gasping his name and begging him to ease off because I can’t take another second.

I lie there wrecked and breathless while he kisses the inside of my knee as if he didn’t just obliterate my nervous system. Then he reaches for the ribbon, and I watch him free my wrists carefully, his thumbs smoothing over the marks before he can even think about anything else.

“I’m fine.”

His gaze searches mine.

“I’m very, very fine.” I sit up and let my eyes travel down his body. “And now it’s your turn.”

His expression changes as I push him toward the edge of the bed, and he lets me. That might be the hottest part of all. After spending the last half hour controlling every inch of what happened to me, he’s now sitting exactly where I tell him, and watches as I move between his thighs and kneel, naked below him.

I run my palms over his thighs and look up, biting my lip as I unzip his fly. His control has clearly cost him, because his cock springs hard as I tug his jeans and boxers down.

“All that patience.”

“Heidi.”

“Shh.” His jaw flexes, and I smile as I slowly wrap my palm around him. “See? I can give instructions too.”

Then I lean in take him into my mouth, and his head tips back, my name leaving him rough enough that I feel it between my legs.

I love this version of Viktor. I love the composed man who can make me beg, but I love this one too—the one whose hand slides into my hair and tightens because his control is finally running out, the one who stops speaking English entirely when I take him deeper.

I work him slowly at first because he deserves a taste of his own medicine, my hand moving where my mouth can’t while I watch every flicker of restraint across his face.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur, then drag my tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling his fingers tighten.

“That’s it.” I smile, swirling my tongue over his head. “You can make all the rules you want when I’m tied to the bed, but I love watching you lose it when I’m sucking your cock.”

“Heidi.”

I take him deeper, and his hips twitch forward. A groan tears out of him, and I moan around his shaft in response because I want him to know exactly how much I like hearing how much he’s enjoying my mouth.

By the time I feel his thighs tighten beneath my hands, Viktor is breathing hard and his fingers are buried in my hair. I pop off him, his wet cock bobbing in front of me, and he stares at me. For one glorious second, the man who has spent all evening looking entirely too pleased with himself seems genuinely offended.

I grin. “Patience, husband.”

His eyes narrow, and then he grabs my waist and hauls me upward. I laugh, but it doesn’t last long because his mouth crashes into mine and suddenly I’m back on the mattress with Viktor on top of me. This time there’s no ribbon, no toy, nothing between us except the heat we’ve spent the last hour winding tighter.

His rough hand grips my thigh and drags it higher around his waist while the other slides into my hair, and when his cock presses hot and hard against me, I groan against his lips. Viktor breaks the kiss just enough to breathe. I can feel how close he is to losing the last of himself, and I fucking love it.

“You have been driving me fucking insane all day,” he says, hips pushing forward to slide in on a groan. “Walking around this house pretending you were helping while you bent over every box.”

My laugh catches at the feel of him. “You noticed.”

“I notice everything you do.”

The words land hot and soft at the same time. His hand slides beneath my ass, lifting me into an angle that makes my entire body jolt.