“Oh, please,” she whispered a moment later as he licked the inner part of her thigh. She gave a quivery whimper when his tongue flicked within an inch of her pussy.

“Your juices are running down your thigh. Hmm, delicious,” he said thickly before he tasted her again.

She clamped her eyelids shut, overwhelmed by the image of his dark head between her thighs. She keened in growing frustration as his tongue flicked over her moist skin yet again. Her toes curled.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

“Put your mouth on me and make me come,” she begged through lips that felt swollen and overly sensitive.

His nostrils flared slightly at her bald plea. “Since your desire is in accordance with mine, I’m more than willing to grant your wish.”

He matter-of-factly bent her knees and spread her legs. He rolled back her hips, fully exposing her pussy. She yelped a moment later when he knelt before her, his knees bracketing her hips, and lifted her lower body off the bed, his hands open on her buttocks. She’d never get used to how easily he took her weight.

He sat on his haunches and brought her pussy slowly to his mouth, biceps bulging hard. The anticipation seemed to cut at her from the inside out.

She detonated a moment later as he whipped at her clitoris with the firm, wet lash of his tongue. He continued to eat her as she moaned and shuddered in orgasm, covering her outer sex with his lips and applying a firm suction that left her flying in the sexual stratosphere for an unprecedented length of time. He lifted his head after he’d worked a final shudder out of her. He lowered her and she sagged into the mattress, utterly wrung out. She noticed that his facial muscles were rigid and his lips gleaming with her juices.

“You’re delicious. I’m going to shave you sometime soon. Nothing is going to interfere with me getting my fill of this pussy.”

Her vagina contracted tightly at his stark, unrelenting tone.

“Yes, all right,” she whispered, even though she knew he hadn’t said it for her agreement. He seemed single-minded in his lust. She gasped when he lowered his head again, tilting it at an angle. He plunged his tongue into her slit and ladled out her juices, sucking them into his mouth. Oh God, it was a decadent, sybaritic delight to have him pleasure her with such skill, to feel his sexual hunger penetrate every pore of her being. She had never felt herself to be the object of such concentrated, burning desire in her entire life. She wanted to touch him so badly. Her palms itched with thwarted desire.

“I want to touch you. Why do you have to restrain me?” she asked in frustration as he continued to dip his tongue into her pussy.

He lifted his head. “It’s exciting, knowing that you’re at my mercy, that you’ll have no choice but to accept whatever I give you,” he said gruffly, rising to his knees and once again straddling her supine body.

“You mean like for punishment?”

“Not just that. For pleasure. You can’t escape any of it. No matter how intense it gets.”

“I don’t really like pain,” she said weakly. “I’m not a masochist.”

A small smile shaped his gorgeous mouth. His gaze flickered over her flushed breasts wearing the nipple chain. “You like small amounts of it. Nothing too harsh. Don’t worry, I’ve noticed. I’m getting used to what excites you. I look forward to finding out more.” When she didn’t reply because she was too busy absorbing the fact that he’d been reading her on their other times together, gauging her, he added, “You’ve become aroused when I’ve punished you before, or when I instructed you to punish yourself, haven’t you? And that hurt, didn’t it?”

“Not much. It stung—especially the paddle and the hairbrush—but I was more . . .”

“What?”

“Excited,” she whispered.

He nodded in understanding. “And you like the pinch on your nipples, don’t you?” he asked gruffly, touching a crest with his forefinger. Her nerves were so exquisitely sensitized she shuddered in pleasure even from that soft caress. “If things ever become too intense between us, though, all you have to do is say ‘End it.’ That’s all. And I will. But you must say that, specifically. If you scream for me to stop, or curse at me, or beg me, I will continue according to my aim. End it. That’s what you must say, and I will. No questions asked. Do you understand, Elise?” he asked sharply.

She swallowed and nodded her head. Her vagina had clamped tight when she thought of begging him to stop, and him continuing with whatever he was doing. Why was that? Perhaps because he’d also given her the power to truly stop him? It was like a secret key, a get out of jail free card she had forever at her disposal.

“I understand,” she whispered.

His gaze lingered on her lips even when she no longer spoke. “You have come to me and been honest about your desire. Now I’ll be honest about mine. You goaded me into taking you like an animal that night in the stables. But tonight, I’ll take my pleasure of you because you have offered yourself, and I have been burning alive from wanting you.” He caressed the underside of her bound arm, then her chest, finally cupping her breast. She choked off a moan when he gently tweaked at a sapphire. “I have been holding back, chaining myself. But tonight”—he glanced at her, his expression fierce—“I’ll feast on you and I won’t come away hungry, Elise. I will take you hard . . . maybe a little savagely.”

He studied her reaction, candlelight glinting in his eyes. His pants were still gathered beneath his cock. It jumped when he said those words. She clamped her thighs together, his rich voice echoing in her head: hard . . . maybe a little savagely.




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