Chapter 147 Beau Can Do It, Too

• Lying on her back, a blindfold tied tightly over her eyes, her hands cuffed to the bed above her head, both of her ankles spread wide and chained to the foot of the bed, Mia struggled for air. A few days ago, she would’ve never guessed Beau was capable of making her feel this way, but now that he had her secured so tightly to the bed she could hardly move, spread so wide he could surely see all the way to her soul, she knew he was just as capable of taking her over the edge as Sam was, and in many ways, possibly even more capable. After all, Beau knew how to make her feel both sexy dirty and cherished, something Sam never had a handle on.
• Beau’s tongue swirled around her most sensitive area as he pulled, licked, sucked, nipped her. Her pussy was already drenched with her own juices, but having his mouth there had her arching her back as best she could with such limited movement, trying to suck air into her lungs. Her muscles spasmed around his face, and all she could get out of her mouth was a low groan.
• A few times, Beau had forgotten he wasn’t supposed to care if she was enjoying herself and asked her if she liked what he was doing. Now, after her audible approval of his methods, he said, “Shut your mouth, bitch.” It almost sounded like he meant it, and she felt her stomach muscles tighten, as if she were in trouble. Beau sucked her clit into his mouth, pulling on it tight enough for it to burn and then nipped it with his teeth before he withdrew his mouth from between her legs, leaving her panting but happy for the reprieve.