Page 27 of Floored (Frenched 3)
“Good. I like that.”
My stomach whooshed.
He flicked open the front clasp of my bra and lowered his head, teasing one stiff peak with his tongue, and then the other. Returning to the first, he sucked it into his mouth, pinching the other one between his fingertips. Hard. I flinched, and he closed his teeth around my nipple, holding it there and flicking it with his tongue.
More cuff rattling. A little whimpering too. Warmth bloomed between my legs, and I widened them slightly. I wanted him to touch me there. I needed it. “Charlie.” His name on my lips was a plea.
“Patience, sweet thing.” He straightened, brushing the backs of his fingers softly across my stinging nipples, then lightly rubbing tiny circles on each crest with the pads of his thumbs. Pure lust shot straight to my core, and my wrists snapped hard against the metal. He laughed quietly, bringing his thumbs to the center of my chest and trailing them in a line down to my belly button. My stomach quivered beneath his touch. “I know you’re anxious, and I am too, but I can’t have the Homecoming Queen handcuffed and helpless before me and not tease her just a little bit.”
I closed my eyes, tipping my forehead to my arm. “No. Don’t tease me.”
“So you were the Homecoming Queen.”
“Yes, but—“
“You lied to me. I might have to punish you a little bit, make you wait for what you want.”
“No! Please.” About this point, I was thinking I liked the other game better, the one where he gets me off with his fingers in about three minutes flat.
“I do like it when you say ‘please.’” Reaching behind me, he pulled my shoes off my feet. “When you beg me.”
I picked up my head, trying to regain a little control. “I haven’t begged you.”
“You will.” He yanked my pants and underwear to my knees, then pulled my legs forward so he could get them off altogether. The wood floor was smooth and cool beneath my ass. “Now get on your knees again and stay there.”
I followed his instructions, bringing my jittery legs beneath me, knees together.
“Wider.”
Holding my breath, I slid my knees out to the side. Cool air met my hot center, and I wondered if he could see how wet I was.
His eyes traveled down my body from my wrists to my knees, and I felt his gaze like molten wax dripping over my skin. “So beautiful. And such a good girl,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling the sleeves. “So good I’m going to ask her what she’d like first. My hands? My tongue?”
I liked the way he said she and her instead of you—it made me feel like this me was a different person, and it gave me the confidence to do and say things I otherwise wouldn’t have. I glanced down below his belt, and the bulge of his erection made my core muscles tighten. I wanted to see it. I wanted intimate parts of him bare to me, like mine were to him. “Undo your belt.”
“Look at the way she gives orders even when she’s restrained.” But he undid his belt and slipped it through the buckle. “Now what?”
“Show me.”
“Show you what?”
Oh, you bastard. “Your cock. Show me your cock.” My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he pulled his shirt from his pants and unbuttoned it, letting it hang open. Then he undid his pants, pushing them down just enough to free his erection. My fingers curled into frustrated fists. Should I beg him to set my hands free? I knew he wouldn’t. “Touch it for me,” I whispered.
He stroked himself slowly, from base to tip, never taking his eyes off my face. “Like this?”
I watched, barely able to keep from hyperventilating at the sight. Holy fuck, Charlie Dwyer had an enormous cock, maybe even bigger than the Naughty Rabbit, and he was touching it right in front of me. And he was so calm about it! I was bursting out of my skin. “Yes, like that.”
“You want to watch me?” He twisted his wrist as his thick, hard flesh slipped through his fingers.
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
“You’ll have to watch yourself too.”
“Huh?”
Pitching forward, he flipped over before sliding back so his head was between my knees. “Watch yourself.” His breath was hot on my inner thigh. “In the mirror.”
The mirror—I’d forgotten where we were. My head snapped up, and my eyes locked on our reflections in the glass, about fifteen feet away. “Oh my God,” I whispered as Charlie snaked his arms around my thighs and pulled my hips down over his face. “Oh my God,” I said, much louder, as his tongue stroked me from my clit to my ass. My ass. I am not even making this up—he licked me there. My leg muscles tightened and I yanked hard on the cuffs, nearly hanging from them. Jesus, I hope this barre is securely bolted. Because I think I could pull it right off the wall.
