Author: Olivia Cunning

Rebekah lifted a bottle of chocolate syrup from the nightstand and climbed on the bed to kneel next to him. She poured a line of chocolate from the center of Eric’s chest to his belly button.

“Oh, monsieur,” she said. “I’ve made a mess of you.”

She lowered her head to lick and suck the chocolate from his body while teasing his cock mercilessly with the feather duster. Eric twitched and groaned. When she was working at removing the syrup from between Eric’s washboard abs, Trey took the bottle from her hand and dotted a trail up Eric’s side.

“What are you doing, Mills?” Eric asked.

“Helping out a friend in need,” he said with a sly grin and dotted syrup on Eric’s left nipple.

Rebekah followed the chocolate trail, dropping a sucking kiss at each spot, and then licking to make sure she’d retrieved all the sticky syrup. She spent extra time at his nipple, flicking the ring there with her tongue, while Trey dripped a trail up the side of Eric’s throat to his lips and then down the other side of his chest.

“If you were a true friend, you’d put some of that on a more sensitive location,” Eric said.

“Sensitive?” Trey chuckled and walked to the end of the bed. “Oh right. She’s supposed to be torturing you.”

He grabbed Eric’s ankle and got a kick in the stomach for his efforts.

“Not the feet!” Eric protested.

“Yeah, not the feet,” Rebekah agreed.

“And I said sensitive, not ticklish,” Eric said.

Trey squirted syrup over the base of Eric’s cock and completely drenched his balls. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, buddy,” Trey said and set the bottle on the nightstand. “Have fun. I’m all horny now. Better go find me a little tail of my own before the show.” Slipping a black T-shirt over his head, he let himself out of the room and closed the door.

Rebekah kissed and licked her way up Eric’s neck to his lips. She kissed him leisurely. Deeply. When she drew away and looked into his eyes, he made a weird face. She chuckled. “What’s that look for?”

“That feels so weird.”

“What? Me kissing you?”

“No. The chocolate syrup dripping off my balls.” He wriggled his hips and winced.

“I suppose you’d like your maid to clean that up.”

“If she would, please.”

Rebekah kissed him again. “Are your arms getting tired?” she asked, moving her lips to the sexy cleft in his chin. His jaw now. “You have a show tonight.”

“Not really.” He inched upward impatiently. She found chocolate on his collarbone and licked it off. “Baby, please.”

“You have chocolate all over your chest, monsieur.”

“Save that for later.”

“But monsieur…” Her tongue darted out to collect chocolate from his side.

“I am so going to get you back for this,” he said breathlessly.

“Are you going to make me get a hideous tattoo on my ass?”

“Yeah,” he said. “A tattoo of my face.”

She laughed. “Your face isn’t hideous, but why would you want it on my ass?”

“So even when I’m not around, you’ll still be sitting on my face.” He flicked his tongue at her suggestively.

She rolled her eyes.

His teasing grin faded, and he squirmed uncomfortably. “Please, Rebekah. I can’t stand that sticky, drippy feeling down there.”

“You are not satisfied with my work, monsieur?” she said, trying to look horrified as she licked his belly. “You know I only desire to please you.”

“I’d like you to work on your priorities a little.”

“Clean the parts with the most syrup first?”

“Exactly.”

She moved to the end of the bed and slid up between his legs. With her tongue, she traced the chocolate-coated crease between his balls and then sucked at his scrotum, slowly removing the traces of syrup one square inch at a time.

Between his curses and moans, he started to beg. “Reb. Reb. I need to come. Please.”

“I’m working here,” she said and sucked one nut into her mouth.

“Ahhh.” He banged his head against the headboard and lifted his hips off the bed. “Reb. Reb.”

She released his flesh from her mouth. She kind of liked this torturing stuff. “Shhh. One more to go.”

She scratched her nails over his belly and hips gently as she methodically sucked chocolate from his other nut. He gyrated his hips with her motions. Damn, she wanted to climb on that straining cock, bury it deep, and gyrate with him. But driving him insane was so much fun. She lifted her head and licked the syrup from the base of his cock.

“Clean now?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’m not sure. Better check it one more time. I want to do a thorough job.”

She licked his balls with the flat of her tongue, going over the skin several times. There wasn’t a trace of chocolate anywhere, but she so enjoyed making him jerk and twitch and shudder.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned.

“I think you’ll live.” She discreetly peeled her panties off and kicked them aside. She moved up his body again, finding traces of chocolate on the side of his abdomen. She licked it off and moved a leg over his body so that she straddled his lower belly. Looking into his glazed eyes, she rubbed her dripping pussy against his abdomen. “I’m so wet right now. Do you feel it?”

He jerked, pulling against the scarves.

She lifted her hips and shifted backward. She grabbed his cock and rubbed its head against her, coating it with her juices. “You didn’t answer me. Can you feel how wet you make me?”

He gritted his teeth and stared up at her, his expression twisted with a mixture of bliss and agony.

She slipped his cock an inch into her throbbing pussy. “Is it hot?”

He slammed his head against the headboard and whimpered. She rubbed the back of his head with her free hand. “Careful. Did you hurt yourself?”

“Untie me,” he said in a low growl.

She ignored his request and plunged down on his cock, burying him deep in one thrust. His back arched, and he cried out. Wow, he was really turned on. She rode him slowly, watching him twitch in excitement. Lord, she loved him like this. She wondered if she could push him further.

She lifted her hips until his cock slipped from her body. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” he growled.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded vigorously.

She pushed the bodice of her dress down to reveal her breasts. “Don’t you want to play with these a little first?”

She rubbed the curves of both breasts. She lifted them, pushed them together, and plucked at her nipples until they were hard. She then slid up his body and pressed one nipple into his mouth. He sucked. Hard. Pleasure coursed through her overexcited body. She clung to Eric’s hair and crooned.

“Untie me,” he requested again.

She rubbed her neglected nipple against his lips and reached for the scarf. He’d pulled on it so much, the knot was impossibly tight.

“I can’t get it,” she said.

“You’re kidding!”

She shook her head. “I’ll go get something to cut you free.”

“Don’t leave me like this, Reb,” he pleaded. “Just ride me then.”

“But I want your hands on me. I’ll hurry.”

She pulled up her bodice to cover her breasts and her skirt down before hurrying to the door. She opened it and checked the corridor. Finding it empty, she hurried to the kitchenette and opened a drawer, looking for a knife.

A solid body slid up behind her and breathed into her ear. “What do we have here?” Jon whispered in her ear.

***

Eric jerked on the scarves cutting into his wrists. Next time Rebekah wanted to tie him up, he’d insist on borrowing restraints from Jace. His skin was raw.

“Get your hands off me,” Rebekah shouted in the corridor.

“Rebekah?” Eric called.

“Oh fuck, baby. You aren’t wearing any panties,” Jon said.

“This is your final warning,” she said.

Eric yanked harder on the scarves. “You better not be touching her, Jon!”

“Watcha gonna do about it, Eric?”

There was a loud thud. “Rebekah?” Eric called, his heart thumping with panic.

She appeared a moment later carrying a huge chef’s knife. Eric’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you kill him?”

She closed the door and smiled. “Do you see any blood?” she asked, holding up her clean knife. She approached the bed and started sawing on one scarf. “Jon messed with the wrong girl. My brother taught me how to defend myself.”

As soon as she freed one arm, Eric grabbed Rebekah around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He squirmed, trying to find her slick heat with his throbbing cock. He was on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Her fault. All her fault. Had to be inside her. Had to.

“Just a minute, baby,” she said breathlessly. “Let me get your other arm loose.”

She hadn’t finished sawing through the scarf when he finally managed to slip inside her. With a groan, he wrapped his free arm around her waist to pull her down to engulf him. Oh yes.

The knife slipped from her grip and fell behind the headboard. Still tied to the headboard with one arm, Eric shifted her sideways across the bed and moved her onto her back beneath him. He thrust between her thighs, driving into her delightful warmth as hard as he could, needing her to feel how excited she’d made him. She clung to his back, meeting his thrusts and encouraging his mindless possession with excited vocalizations. He continued to pull at his trapped arm as he plunged into her. The need to wrap her securely in both arms overwhelmed him. Eric yanked repeatedly at the scarf until the fabric ripped, freeing him at last. He gathered Rebekah in his arms and held her close, his feelings for this woman so overpowering, he wasn’t quite sure how to express them. He trailed kisses along her neck, catching the necklace he’d given her between his lips and her heated skin. When she arched against him and cried out with release, he slowed the rate of his thrusts, letting her drift back to her senses. Eric brushed his lips against her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered.

Before she could return the sentiment, the bedroom door opened. Eric glanced over his shoulder to find Jon standing there, fuming.

Rebekah trembled beneath him. “Oh baby,” she moaned, “fill me with your huge cock. Fuck me, Eric! Make me come.”

Eric looked at her, one eyebrow arched in question, wondering if she realized Jon was watching them. “Jon,” he whispered into her ear.

“I want him to see,” she whispered back.

“Why?”

“It makes me feel sexy.”

And he wanted that for her. Knew she needed it, though he’d never understand how she could possibly think she wasn’t sexy. Everything about her was sexy.

“Show him my tits,” she whispered.

He yanked the bodice of her French maid costume down to release her breasts. Watching them bounce with each thrust obliterated his concentration for a long moment. He pounded into her harder to make them bounce more delightfully. Bending over her, he licked the taut nipple of one perfect breast with the flat of his tongue. She clung to his hair, vocalizing her excitement with so much enthusiasm, he feared she’d explode.

“Oh Eric. Eric!” And if she kept saying his name like that, he knew he would explode.

“Isn’t she sexy, Jon?” he murmured. “Sexy, beautiful Rebekah…”

“When I tried to show her I thought she was sexy, she flipped me over her back and onto the floor,” Jon said. “What is it about me that makes Sinners’ chicks kick my ass?”