“Stop talking and keep licking,” she gasped, her hand pressing his head lower, his lips back to her waiting flesh.
He chuckled, but he licked. Oh God, how he licked. And sipped, and scraped his teeth over the swollen folds until she was writhing. Writhing and desperate because it wasn’t enough.
She tried to twist, to throw her leg over his head and rise to her knees, to sit on that handsome face, that thrusting tongue. So she could get his cock in her mouth. She was dying to taste that wicked hard flesh, to tongue the precum from the tiny slit at the top.
“Stay still.” His hand landed on her butt as she arched again.
“You didn’t!” she gasped. He had smacked her?
Okay, so it didn’t hurt, it was actually kind of sexy. But only submissives got spanked. She was not a submissive.
“Stay still or I’m tying you to the bed.”
“Like hell.” Her heels dug into the bed as she struggled from beneath him.
She assured herself that she couldn’t have expected what came next. The way he used her momentum against her, flipped her to her stomach, then tied one hand with the long, thin gauze that fell down the post of the headboard.
Tied her wrist, quick as you please, as he straddled her back and held her into place. In the next second, her other wrist was similarly bound with the filmy curtain on the other post.
“Ian, you bastard!” she cried out hoarsely, almost laughing, unable to believe how quickly he had managed to restrain her. And he had restrained her effectively, wrapping the material around the posts close to the mattress so she couldn’t pull herself up.
“Now, let’s see if you can’t be a good girl and let me have my treat,” he growled at her ear. “Be very thankful, Kira, that this night is all that matters. Otherwise, I’d show you exactly how I would control that hot little body of yours.”
Within a second he was pushing her knees into the bed, raising her hips and stretching out on his back. Sort of the position she wanted, except it was the wrong way.
“This is so wrong,” she said, panting as she felt his broad hands cup and palm the cheeks of her ass.
Then he spanked her again. Light little taps, sharp ones, heated heavy caresses as his tongue plunged into her pussy and had her writhing into the caress.
“Untie me.” Her voice was strangled, the imperative need for orgasm rising hard and fast inside her. “I want to touch you too. Taste you.”
“Not on your life.” He nipped at the swollen curve of one labial fold. A soft, gentle little bite that had her jerking in painful pleasure. Damn him, that shouldn’t feel so good. It shouldn’t feel exquisite. She shouldn’t be enjoying weakness, she should be fighting for strength. For control.
But oh, it was so good. Her hips pressed down, driving his tongue deeper, feeling him lick. Sweet mercy, his tongue was curling inside her, dragging over the so-sensitive nerves there, and making her pant, making her beg for release.
“Ian, I swear, I’m going to make you pay,” she cried, feeling perspiration coat her body as he shifted, his tongue retreated, only to curl around her clit.
He played there. Sucking the little button into his mouth, rolling it over his tongue, kissing it deep and hot. He blew against it, he moaned against it, and then he licked around it, next to it, close to it, but never enough. Never enough.
“Please . . . oh please, Ian, don’t let me lose it.” She was so close. So close she knew she was going to lose it. That she was going to be pushed to the point that it fizzled and left her with a violent ache that couldn’t be satisfied.
Not again. Oh God, she couldn’t bear it if Ian did that to her. If he brought her so close, only to push her past the point where she could come at all.
Her body was weird. Her sexuality was weird. It would kill her. She couldn’t handle it.
“Ian, it’s been years.” She twisted in her bonds. “Oh God, it’s been so long. Please. Don’t let me lose this. I have to come. Please, Ian.”
She was desperate. He kept licking around it, building it higher. She could only go so high, then, phfft, it was just over. A violent ache that lasted for days and no relief. She would kill. She swore she’d shoot him with his own gun.
Then two fingers slid into her pussy. Not just slid in, thrust in, filled her, fucked into her with deep, hard strokes as his mouth covered her clit, sucking and licking, right there.
She screamed into the pillow. She bucked and jerked, twisted and exploded with such force she swore she felt her mind dissolve. It was exploding, melting, heat was lashing at it and disintegrating it, as the most deliriously violent orgasm of her life ripped through her.
She was dying. She had never known why the French called it the “little death” until now. She was dying. Done in by the most exquisite orgasm in her sexual history, or so she thought.
Before she managed to come down, before the first agonizing shudders had finished with her, Ian, diabolical lover that he was, pushed her higher.
He slid from beneath her, his fingers retreating. A second later the iron-hard length of his cock was tunneling inside the gripping, spasming muscles of her pussy with hard, heavy thrusts.
Gripping the material of the curtains that bound her hands, Kira pulled herself up, her muscles tightening through her body as she tried to breathe. Just one good breath as the first orgasm continued to tremble through her body even as he lengthened it and built the next.
The feel of his thick erection working inside her as his hands gripped her hips, held her in place with dominant force, was her undoing. She had never been a submissive, either sexually or in life, but oh God, she could definitely see the benefits at this moment.
“Ian . . .”
“I’m here, Kira.” His voice was so rough, guttural as he moved heavily behind her. “I have you, darlin’. I won’t let go.”
One hand cupped a breast, his fingers working her nipple as the other moved between her thighs, playing her clit with just the right amount of pressure.
It was violently sensitive, but he knew how to touch, how to stroke. Just as he knew how to fuck her. He didn’t go easy on her. He made pleasure and pain combine, thrusting hard and deep inside her, flesh slapping together, their moans mingling.
She couldn’t bear this. Kira wasn’t certain when she realized the line she had just crossed, when she realized that pleasure and emotion were comingling. She knew she couldn’t bear it. She knew it was too much, too soon. She wasn’t ready for this.