“Never,” I hissed.
“And that’s what pisses you off the most,” Byron crooned as he sat back up, those blue eyes seeing far more than I’d like. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to admit it yet. You can stay in denial if that’s where you’re comfortable, but we both know you’ll eventually stop fighting. You’ll give in, and then you’llchooseto put yourself in the cuffs for me.”
“Fuck you,” I sputtered, unwilling to admit that he might be right.
His hand shot out, and he wrapped it around my throat, a soft chuckle falling from his mouth. “I know what’s going through your mind. You’re thinking that I’ve forced you to stay in my bed, so you don’t have a choice to be here. If you were free, you’reconvinced that you’d leave.” He reached for one of the cuffs around my wrists. “ButIthink, if you were free, you’d want to stay here. Shall we put it to the test?”
His fingers wrapped around the buckle on the cuff and my heart rate spiked, fear pumping through my veins. “Don’t.”
Byron’s grin was wide and smug as he pulled his hand away from the leather. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll admit it to yourself soon enough. But until then, if you want to believe that I’ve taken your choice away from you, that I’m the bad guy, then that’s fine. I’ll be the bad guy, but we both know that you like this. You like being the focus of my attention.”
He was right. I did like having his attention, but I wasn’t ready to surrender. I couldn’t. My pride was too great.
“Byron,” I whimpered, my mind a mess of panic, lust, and fear.
“Hush, baby. I know.” He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. “The things I’m going to do to you.”
Pain, sharp and intense, exploded in my neck as Byron bit down. My hips arched upwards and a sound like a wounded animal flew from my mouth. It quickly turned to a moan as Byron licked over the mark he left in my skin.
“Fuck,” he rumbled. “I can’t wait to hear all the sounds you’ll make.”
Byron kissed, licked and bit his way down my torso and I tried not to like it. I tried really hard, but the thought of wearing Byron’s marks tomorrow was making my dick leak like crazy.
There was the sound of material ripping and then my dick was surrounded by wet heat as Byron sucked me deep into this throat.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my body spasming beneath his touch. It was too much and not enough. “Byron.”
“Yes, baby?” he said with a chuckle as he popped off my dick.
I whimpered at the loss of his touch and pulled at the restraints.
Byron’s eyes were wild and almost black as he stared down at me, his pupils fully dilated. “I’m uncuffing your feet, then I’m going to devour your ass.”
Fuck. Yes. That. I wanted that.
The cuffs were ripped away from my ankles, and then Byron’s hands were pushing my knees upwards, exposing me to him.
He growled as he stared at my hole and I suddenly felt vulnerable. “Byron?”
“I just… need a minute.” He inhaled deeply through his nose. “I’m trying not to cum in my fucking pants.”
Oh.
That washot.
Then he buried his face against my entrance. There was no preamble. No tentative lick. He fucked his tongue straight into my ass, licking and probing me until I could barely think straight.
Sounds flew out of my mouth with every swipe or roll of his tongue and I practically screamed as his hand wrapped around my cock. He worked me slowly, giving me just enough pressure to keep me on the edge but not letting me go over it.
Fuck.Fuck.
Byron raked his teeth over my hole and my entire body jerked.
“I can’t go slow, Wilder,” he muttered. “I can’t.”
He stretched over me and grabbed the lube, kneeling between my thighs and looking down at me like I was his whole fucking world.
My breath punched from my body as he forced two fingers into my body.