Chapter 32

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

HARPER

Edmund sinks his teeth into my shoulder, the pain shooting straight to my pussy and causing my knees to buckle beneath me. Kissing over the teeth marks I know he left behind, he gathers my tank top in his hands and swiftly pulls it over my head.

With his arms still wrapped around my waist and throat, he continues to kiss and bite my neck as he walks me across the patio and back to the table where we ate dinner. He doesn’t stop until my hips are flush against the edge of it. Using his weight, he leans us both forward until my nipples are pressed against the cool glass of the table beneath me.

Grabbing a pair of the cuffs, he holds them as his knuckles dust down the length of my arm. The tingle of his soft touch causes my heart to race in anticipation. Reaching my wrist, he wraps the leather around me and secures the buckle. Placing my hand on the table, leaving the second cuff free, he slides his hand over my body as he makes his way around the table to where my other hand waits.

Lifting it, he places a soft, wet kiss against my palm as he skillfully fastens the second cuff around my wrist. Pulling my hand over the edge of the table as he kneels, he silently hooks the free cuff around the top of the table leg. My gaze follows his as he rounds the table, where he kisses my knuckles before securing the other cuff.

My chest heaves in anticipation—and a smidge of fear—as he steps back to admire the position he has me in. On my tiptoes, with the rough concrete digging into my toes, I’m bent at the waist with my upper body stretched across the table. With the width of the table, coupled with the cuffs holding me in place, I’m barely able to move.

Rounding the table, he steps behind me and presses his hand between my hips and the table to undo the button and zipper of my shorts. Gripping them at my hips, he drags them and my panties down my legs as he places soft kisses over the cheeks of my ass.

“Your panties are already soaked.” His deep voice comes from behind me. “Are you excited, little rose?”

“Yes,” I breathlessly whisper as he widens my stance.

“Nervous?”

“A little,” I stammer.

“Good,” he groans against my pussy before licking and sucking at me with enthusiasm. Moans and whimpers spew over my lips as his tongue masterfully swirls around my clit, knowing exactly how to bring me to the brink.

And that’s as far as he brings me. Firmly licking through my pussy and up my ass, he stands behind me. He walks around the table, his fingers teasingly gliding over each inch of my body as he taunts me, “Sorry, little rose. Not yet. Not until your ass is red and that sweet cunt of yours is dripping down your thighs.”

Standing where I can see him, he takes his time unrolling the sleeves of his shirt and undoing each button before removing it. He undoes his belt buckle and pulls it from his pants in a single, swift motion. “I want you a begging, fucking mess when you come all over me.”

Folding over the leather of his belt, he wraps his fist around the buckle and the loose end. He returns to me and both the fold of the leather and his soft fingertips brush over my skin. My heavy breaths blow against the glass as I writhe in need against the table. Eddie lightly swats the leather against my ass, and I can’t stifle the moan that rattles from me as it bites against my skin.

“More?” he continues to tease me.

“Yes,” I exhale.

“Such a dirty little pain slut for me.” He cracks the leather against my skin hard enough that I yelp. Pain and need flow through me, only growing when he strikes me again.

He slips his fingers into me and languidly curls and thrusts them. Every touch feels so fucking good that it takes no time for my release to begin building at my core. A release he doesn’t give me as he slowly pulls his fingers from me.

Eddie continues to teasingly glide his fingers and the belt over every inch of my body— every inch but where I need him— as he edges me repeatedly.

Denying me yet again, he slaps the leather against the back of my thighs with enough force that my knees buckle when my legs quiver.

“Please,” I plead as he strips from his pants. It feels like it’s been hours, and my clit throbs as though he has denied me thousands of times.

“Is this what you want?” He leisurely fists himself. “Do you want to feel my hips slamming against that bright crimson ass of yours?”

Continuing to work his fist over his length, he bends over the table and grips my face. Pressing his lips to mine, he slips his tongue into my mouth and kisses me deeply. His tongue wrestles with mine until I’m breathless and moaning.

“My hips slamming against your tender cheeks as I fuck your soaked and dripping cunt?”

“Yes,” I pant through both need and exhaustion.

“I’m going to need to hear you beg, little rose.” Eddie walks behind me and settles himself between my feet. He tortuously rubs his tip along my pussy as he demands, “Tell me you need my fucking cock.”

“Please,” I beg as he drags it over my clit. “I need your cock inside of me.”

His deep, gravelly tone nearly does me in.

“Such a good fucking girl.”