Chapter 24

Silently, I gave a nod and he slid from the bed, making his way across the room toward his dresser. My eyes followed him, appreciative of his tight ass, the sculpted curve of his back and shoulders. He was absolutely gorgeous.

As he turned to face me, there was no denying his arousal, nor the fact he was well endowed, for his cock thrust outward, long, thick and hard.

Though I was already wet, I grew more aroused at the sight. Shifting my hips, I drew my knees up, squeezing my thighs together; trying to relieve some of the ache between them.

God, I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my entire life. Unable to draw my eyes away from Torin as he climbed back on the bed, I gazed into his eyes, as holding up a necktie, he stated, "I'm going to tie your hands to the headboard, princess. You okay with that?"

Holy Mary, Mother of God! He was going to do WHAT?!

My breathing began pulling through my mouth like I'd been running a marathon.

HOLY—FUCK! I'd had fantasies about him doing this very thing. I had become so turned on, I could only manage "Mm-hmm."

Sliding a leg over my waist, he straddled my hips. Then, taking my wrists in his hand, he wrapped the tie around both wrists.

I could feel his lubrication dripping onto my stomach, his body trembling with his need.
"You have no idea how many times I've thought about doing this to you. How many socks, shirts, or whatever the fuck I could get my hands on, I've soaked in cum over you…" he groaned.

My body was vibrating with my own need as Torin tied my wrists to the headboard.

After a butterfly brush across my lips, he continued to make his way downward, applying tiny kisses across my collarbone. As he ran his tongue across the curve of my breast, my ribs, I reminded myself to breathe. In, out, in, out, I coached.

Goosebumps broke out across my flesh as his tongue journeyed onward, landing on my hip bone. There, he seared my skin with another slow sensuous swipe, before moving downward. Applying his lips to my thigh, he began making his way down its length.

Finally, reaching my calf, he continued to leave a blazing trail until he reached the top of my foot. Grasping my ankle between his hands, he tugged, urging me to open my thighs to him.

Afterward, pulling the leg toward him and into his lap, he slipped another tie around my ankle.

I gasped, uttering a hoarse cry when it slammed into me exactly what he was doing.

Voice raw with need, he murmured, "However, now—"

He fell silent again as he fastened the tie to the foot-board. Afterward, picking back up his words with a guttural groan of, "—I have no intention of using anything but you to cum in for the next several hours. That is, after I lick up every bit of that sweet nectar you're dripping for me."
I couldn't help myself, I began to whimper and shift on the bed as he slid within the v of my legs. Grasping the other ankle, he moved it, spreading me wide before him. Then, slipping the last tie in place, he fastened it to the other side of the footboard.
Afterward, stretching out full length between my thighs, he made a slow sensuous slide of his tongue up my folds, groaning, "God, you taste like fucking Wonderland."

With a dip of his tongue within the core of me, he began an erotic dance that had me panting and screaming as I tugged at the restraints that held me to the bed.

The intensity he brought forth was extreme, acute—a sensation so overwhelming, I was begging for him to stop as he brought me to the edge of no return.

Wave after wave of orgasmic death hit me time and again, and I could do nothing but take it.

Finally, relenting on his merciless pleasure, he lifted his mouth from me, before rising back to his knees, he reached down and untied my feet. Then, sliding his hands beneath my butt-cheeks, he lifted my hips into the air and plunged deeply inside me, hissing, "Mine...for tonight...you're fucking mine!"
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Half a dozen more times that night, Torin brought me to, and over, that fine edge of Heaven or Hell.

I wasn't sure of which it was, as with every swipe of his tongue, or thrust of his hips, he had me screaming and begging again and again.

By the time the sun arose the next morning, I was nothing but a trembling mass of tissue as every muscle felt overused.

We'd only just caught our breath, and sweat still slickened our bodies, when Torin's cell began to ring.

Sliding from the bed, and picking up his phone, he muttered a few clipped words at the person on the other end. Afterward, hitting the end button, he set the phone back on his dresser. Then, turning, he grabbed his cane, his limp noticeable this morning as he walked toward the connecting bathroom without a word. A few seconds later, the shower came on.

Soon after, it ceased, followed by his stepping back into the bedroom, where rubbing a towel at his hair, he walked naked to the closet.

Going commando, he pulled on a pair of jeans, buttoning and zipping them after making sure everything was tucked securely in place. Then, tugging on a clean shirt, he walked across the room toward the doorway. Pausing, as he reached for the doorknob, he tossed over his shoulder, "Pull the door shut on your way out," and exited the room.

WHAT-THE-FUCK-WAS-THAT?

I was beginning to suspect Torin truly was the Devil. Well...shit! If that wasn't a blatant, wham-bam-thank ya, ma'am, I wasn't sure of what was!

Burying my head in my hands, I uttered a muffled, frustrated scream. Abandoning myself to his expert hands, lips, and tongue last night had been easy, and I hadn't thought twice about it. Now, however, I realized he'd used me—again.

I couldn't help but recall the last time I'd slept in Torin's arms…in another room…in another clubhouse and within an instant, I was wrenching myself off the bed, my emotions in turmoil. Though I'd known I was in love with him, I'd had no idea how absolute that love was until now.

Suddenly I couldn't breathe, and throwing on my clothes, I slammed my way out of Torin's room.

I was desperate to remove myself from anything that connected to him. In this room, he was everywhere. From the fragrance of his cologne that had continued to linger in the air even after he was gone; to the shampoo and body wash he used that scented his pillowcases and sheets.

Even the damn pile of dirty clothes that resided on the corner of his bathroom floor, had been too much to bear.

I was in trouble. Deep, deep trouble! The man I'd loved for over half my life. The man who I'd hoped for, dreamed of, built my every fantasy around—held my heart in his hands, and he had no idea of its tender, trembling fragility.

I needed to find a way to protect it—if I didn't, he would destroy it. Last night had been a huge mistake.

I would never have what I needed from him—his love.