[Aldo]
Where’s Dawn? The van? Are the men here?
But it’s none of that.
Dawn is standing over me, grinning, a wicked sparkle in her eye. She’s just locked my hands to the bed.
“I understand that today was a tiring day for you. And the one before.” Her voice is low, husky, dripping with mischief. She moves around me, her finger trailing along my body, slow and deliberate.
That finger traces down my t-shirt, grazing my abs before sliding over the waistband of my jeans. She gets to the end of the bed and pulls off my boots with an almost teasing slowness, like she’s savoring every second of control she has over me. Then, just as leisurely, she lets her finger travel back up the other side of my body.
“And since our first night together, the urge has only gotten stronger between us. Even if you’ve been naughty since.”
My breath hitches as her touch sends a shiver down my spine. My mind is spinning, still slightly on edge, unsure if I’m being attacked or seduced. But my dick? He knows exactly what’s up, already twitching in anticipation.
Dawn’s grin widens when she notices. She’s still wearing her bathrobe, and the sight of her like this-half-dressed, utterly confident-is enough to make me ache. How long have I been asleep?
“What’s up, Dawn?” I ask, my voice gruff, betraying the heat pooling in my stomach.
She just grins, saying nothing, and leans closer. Her hands trail up my forearms, tightening the handcuffs with an extra pull. The cool metal digs into my skin just enough to make me groan softly.
“You felt like such a tease to me,” she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. “So I’m going to tease you back.”
My cock jumps in my jeans, straining against the fabric, and Dawn’s smirk deepens. Slowly, torturously, she drags my shirt up, exposing my abs and chest. Her lips part as her eyes rake over me. She leans down and bites gently on my abs.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the sting sending another jolt of arousal straight to my cock.
Dawn bites harder this time, and my dick bounces like a desperate invitation she’s deliberately ignoring.
She doesn’t give me time to process. Her lips are on mine, wet and demanding, her teeth tugging at my lower lip before she pulls away. Then she slides her hand down to the buckle of my jeans, her nails scraping against the metal as she pops it open.
The sound of my zipper being dragged down is so loud, it feels obscene. She slides my jeans down to my ankles, leaving me in just my underwear. My cock is straining, the head already leaking pre-cum and staining the fabric.
“So this is payback for me not talking?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
She shakes her head slowly, her eyes locking onto mine with a sultry gaze that makes my stomach tighten. “This is payback for you not listening.”
She pulls at the tie of her robe, teasingly loosening it but keeping the fabric closed. My breath hitches as her hand glides down my stomach again, her nails leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Just when I think she’ll lean down and bite me again, she surprises me with a sharp slap across my abs. My muscles tense reflexively, and a guttural groan escapes my lips.
Dawn grins, licking her lips. “Oh, I like that.”
Another slap, harder this time, and my abs tighten under her touch. She drags her nails lower, teasing the edge of my waistband before she grips the elastic in her fists and yanks it down. My cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the head glistening.
She wraps her hand around me, her grip firm, her strokes excruciatingly slow. “You can’t come until I say, Aldo. You *need* to learn to listen.”
I grit my teeth, already pulsing in her hand. “Well, sometimes it ain’t anything to do with control-”
“But you’ll need to try,” she murmurs, her voice a sinful whisper as she leans in and nibbles my earlobe. “Because if you don’t…”
She pulls back just enough to let her gaze drop to my cock, her lips curling into a devilish smile. “I won’t just be biting your abs.”
“Cristo,” I groan, my voice hoarse. “You wouldn’t.”
Her smirk deepens. “You don’t know that…”
Her lips trail down my body, kissing, biting, licking every inch of skin she finds. She stops at my nipples, biting them hard enough to make me grunt, and her tongue flicks over the sting.
“You like that?” she purrs.
I don’t answer, refusing to give her the satisfaction.
By the time she reaches my cock, my hips are straining upward, begging for her. She sheds her robe in one fluid motion, and the sight of her bare body makes me throb so hard it’s almost painful.
She doesn’t touch me right away. She just watches my cock twitch, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“You’re so fucking hard,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Poor thing.”