Reaching down, he used the nipple chain to tug her off her heels onto her knees. He dropped the chain over the top of his cock and curled one of her hands around the base, which served the purpose of keeping the chain anchored there.
"Suck me, Marguerite. Suck me hard. "
He was a big man all over. She reveled in the need to stretch her lips to work her way down to where her hand held him. She made a noise of pleasure as she took him in, her whole body reorienting her to the position, the moment.
At the first touch of her mouth, he let out a feral growl. Wrapping his fingers in her hair to better control her movements on him, he held her there, aiding her greedy sucking and licking of the hard organ in her mouth. She liked the salty taste of him. The nails of her free hand curled into his upper thigh, marking him.
"That's right," he said, his voice low, dangerous to her sanity. "Dig your claws into me, angel. "
As he drove her up and down on his shaft, the nipple chain drew taut, tugged and released, creating an excruciating sensation t
hat built in her chest and belly. With him keeping her on her knees off her heels, there was no friction or relief for her pussy.
Every stroke of her mouth on him felt like a stroke deep in her mind.
She'd never felt so single-minded, so untroubled by anything else in her world. His heat was in her pores, her mouth, her nose. She realized she was making animal noises of need as she went down on him, her hair brushing her back, his harsh breaths the most beautiful song she'd ever heard. She wanted to be closer. Hoping he wouldn't deny her, she moved that free hand up his leg and around to his buttock to find hard, flexing muscle. The movement changed her angle so he was driving more deeply into the back of her throat. The jerk on the nipple clamps grew more insistent. Her eyes watered, her lungs burned for air but she didn't care. She used her teeth, scraping him, her nails now digging into his buttocks, her other hand stroking him, her thumb rubbing his silky underside.
His voice was strained. "Take me into you, Marguerite. " His hand convulsed in her hair and then he was pumping hard into her mouth, yanking on her nipples with the force. Pain and pleasure came together as he jetted, spraying the back of her throat with liquid heat. She worked him with her mouth, growling, only gagging once as he plunged so deeply into her. He kept going and she wanted him to, wanted his desire to override all else.
When he finished, he was still hard and she didn't want to let go. She slowly took her mouth off him. Rubbing her cheek along his length, she felt the sturdy wetness of him, the life pulsing beneath her face. What would it be like to have that pulsing inside her, ramming into her pussy with his overwhelming strength?
"Angel. " Reaching down for her, he brought her to her feet. Before she knew what he was about he'd lifted her, set her bare bottom on his kitchen counter, leaving the robe on the floor. He readjusted his pants and took a warm washcloth from the sink to wipe her tears, her running nose and the remnants of his come from her lips and chin.
"You keep this up and I'm never going to let you go. " She told herself it was just the mood of the moment, but why did it feel so inviting, the idea of staying in this world forever and never having to face her reality again?
Stop it, Marguerite. Don't make it more than it is.
But it made her tremble, the way he could hold her on her knees and make her service his cock, and a moment later he stood between her knees wiping her face and caring for her as tenderly as a woman could wish. She'd never allowed herself to experience a lover's powerful passion or tender nurturing. Both held equal dangers for her.
"Come here. " He scooted her off the counter into his arms, further turning her world upside down by holding her in his embrace. A hug. He was hugging her, holding her naked body close to his nearly naked one, her head tucked under his chin. She raised her own hands, skimming over his buttocks and the small of his back, holding him as well.
"You hungry?" It was a soft murmur against her hair.
She smiled, despite herself. He felt it, chuckled. "Well, we satisfied that appetite already. I'm thinking we need to get something else in your stomach. " He released her to pick up her robe, put it back on her. When he re-belted it, he arranged the sides deliberately so the chain was revealed, as well as the curves of her breasts almost to the nipples. "God, you are a beautiful woman, Marguerite. You're wet for me. I can smell it.
Tell me you are. "
Her lashes lifted, eyes dwelling on that ruthlessly sensual mouth a moment before rising to meet his gaze. "Yes. "
"Good. I like keeping you that way. Go sit at the table and I'll bring you some breakfast. "
She stopped beside the small bistro, noted the lovely blue and rust mosaic tile design on it now that the tablecloth and candles had been removed. The early morning sun coming through the surrounding windows made the tiles gleam, bathed the area in sunshine. "So, do you keep pictures of the others around, or just Leila?" There was a pause. "I have pictures of some of the others. "
"Are they trophies? Will you have a special photo of me?" Tyler met her challenging gaze and thought her moods were as mercurial as the sunlight haloing her pale hair. "If you're trying to bait me, angel, I'd rethink that course. "
"I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of anything. "
"Yes, you are, on both counts. You're afraid of everything. In England there are castles with stone walls that go up over a hundred feet, built during a time when it was the strength of your fortress that won battles. Each time I look at you, I marvel at the feat of organic engineering that's allowed you to create such a fortification within a perfect composition of female flesh. "
"How do you do that?"
He sprinkled chopped tomatoes over the omelets he'd placed on plates and carefully arranged a sprig of greenery alongside. "Do what?"
"Compose words in the air like you would on paper. It's remarkable. " She looked back out at the landscaped grounds, the live oaks beyond them framing the view of the water.
He could have demanded that she look at him but chose not to at this moment.
Instead he brought her breakfast. Let her sit with her head tilted at that angle, the lips that had so cleverly brought him to a ripping climax simply sipping juice now. It made him hard again, knowing that his taste was still in her mouth. Thinking about how she had walked into the kitchen with that hunger in her eyes, her desire to take him down her throat so obvious.