He felt no sense of awesome power over her. Dominating her wasn't his idea of good sex. But how the spanking excited her--now that was damned hot. So hot his cock ached to be inside her.
Soon, very soon, it would be. As soon as he got her off. And judging from the way she moaned and squirmed against him, it wasn't going to be long.
*
Morgan could barely stand the feel of Tony's hand whacking her bottom. Not that she didn't like it. No, that wasn't it at all. She liked it so much she was ready to come all over his hand.
Gone was the fear associated with the act. Tony was so distinctly different from David that she felt no fear, none of the old memories resurfaced. It wasn't the act itself that had frightened her before, it was her partner. Tony would never hurt her, which allowed her to relax and enjoy this little bit of kink as she had before.
The stinging swipes of his hand against her ass only made her wetter, only made her insides grab on to his finger as if it were his cock, pulling it inside, squeezing, aching, needing release right--now!
With a mewling cry she let loose her orgasm, feeling it soar through her like never before. She clenched her fingers around Tony's legs and rode out the ecstasy, his fingers pumping inside her and bringing forth more pleasure than she thought she could bear.
As soon as she relaxed against him he pulled her up and cradled her in his arms, then swooped his mouth down over hers in a devastating kiss that left her breathless all over again.
She'd done it--she was free. Feeling the last remnants of hesitancy fly out the open window, she smiled at the man who had so carefully brought her back to the land of the living.
"Thank you," she said.
He smiled at her and raised a brow. "No, thank you. That was fun. And you certainly seemed to enjoy it a lot."
"Indeed I did." His erection pressed against her slightly stinging buttocks. "I see we need to provide you some relief, now."
"If you insist."
"Oh yes, I definitely insist. Only this time, I want you to tie me up and have your way with me."
The shocked expression on his face brought a grin to hers.
"Say that again?" he asked.
"Tie me to the bed over there, and do whatever you want to with me. Make me your love slave."
Seeing his eyes darken, knowing what was going through his mind, all the possibilities, aroused her all over again. She reached for her breasts and circled her nipples with her thumbs.
"Shit, Morgan, I'm about to burst right now."
"Then burst away. Only tie me up first, and do what you want to me."
He reached down and caressed his shaft, outlined clearly against his shorts. "Come here, then," he said, leading her toward the four-poster bed.
"There are some restraints in the nightstand drawer," she said, then explained when he looked at her quizzically. "I kept them to remind me of what I used to have and how easily I could be hurt. I don't really know why I did. Maybe I hoped that some day, some how I could be whole again, that I could be the sexually free person I used to be. All I know is I want you to use them on me."
He sucked in a breath and blew it out. "You drive me crazy, Morgan."
Not any more than he did to her.
"Take off that dress, " he commanded.
She reached for the straps and slowly, seductively, slid them down her arms, baring first her breasts, then her belly. Lowering it to her hips she gave him a wicked smile before dropping it to the floor.
"Get over here and lie on your back." He uttered the command in a harsh and breathless tone. His excitement thrilled her, made her wet, made her ache for his hard cock slamming in to her. She did as she was told and he grabbed the rope and tied her to the four posters.
She wriggled as she lay there spread-eagled on the bed, excitement swelling in her breasts and between her legs. Tony touched himself while he stood next to the bed watching her.
For what seemed like an eternity he stared down at her, his eyes dark and full of desire, his hand grasping his thick shaft over his shorts and squeezing it. Morgan fought against the restraints, not because she was afraid, but because she wanted him near her, on her, in her.
Now.
Tony fought for breath at the vision before him. His cock twitched, aching for release. He wanted to spill his come inside Morgan now.
And he wanted to spend a couple hours just gazing down at her naked body tied spread-eagled to the bed. He stroked his shaft. Morgan's pussy glistened in the late afternoon light, wet from her previous orgasm, her body wriggling with excitement.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she panted, lifting her hips.
"You going to do whatever I want you to?"
"Yes," she said again, clearly excited. Her nipples stood up in two points, begging for his mouth to cover them, suck on them until she begged him to fuck her.
God, he'd love to do that right now. But he wanted to please her first. And pleasing her meant taking command.
Quickly he dropped his shorts to the floor and stood beside the bed, stroking his shaft.
"Does watching me touch it turn you on?" he asked.
"You know it does." Her gaze was riveted to his penis.
"It makes me hot when you watch."
She smiled.
"It'll make me hotter to watch you suck it." He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her head. "Suck me, baby."
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and he slid the tip near her waiting tongue. She lapped up the drop of moisture from the head, and he shuddered at the feel of the warm wetness.
Knowing she couldn't grasp his penis and pull it toward her mouth, he straddled her, kneeling on either side of her face, and slid his shaft inside her open mouth.
Watching her take his cock in deeply, feeling the heat surrounding him, knowing she was at his mercy and it excited her, nearly set him off. But he held back, tensing up, keeping the inevitable release at bay.
"That's good, baby, suck it like that."
Her gaze focused on his face, the intensity of her look more than adding to an already intense erotic experience.
"My balls are tight, filling with come. I'm close. Tell me where you want it," he said, withdrawing to let her speak.
"Wherever you want to put it," she responded.
One last time he slid into her hot mouth and stroked it as far back as he dared. She took him all willingly and without complaint. When it was obvious he couldn't wait any longer, he pulled out, knowing exactly where he wanted to spill his seed when the time came.
He untied the restraints and lay on top of her, slipping his shaft inside her with one quick thrust. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tighter against her.
They were eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, and mouth-to-mouth. He kissed her delectable mouth, his tongue keeping rhythm with the thrusts of his cock. She let loose whimpers of pleasure into his mouth, and in return he gave her a groan of delight. She was so tight, felt so perfect, he knew at that moment that she was made for him.
When she tightened around him and let loose a howl as her orgasm ripped through her, he went right along with her, knowing at the moment he spilled inside her that no matter his intentions, no matter his denials, he'd fallen hopelessly in love with Morgan.
Chapter Thirteen
Morgan lay snuggled tight within Tony's arms, never having felt more content than she did at this moment. Listening to his heart thrum steadily against her ear, she sighed and scooted closer, rewarded when he grasped her tighter against him.
He'd long ago fallen asleep. After their lovemaking, after he'd held her, kissed her, made sure she hadn't suffered any ill effects from being restrained. After they'd returned to the resort so she could tie up any loose ends, and after they'd returned home and made love once again.
Ill effects? On the contrary, she'd found more pleasure in those moments with Tony than she'd experienced in her entire life. That's when the realization hit her--she was in love with him. It didn't
matter that she'd told him point blank there could be no emotional involvement between them. Nor did it matter that he was leaving tomorrow.
How had it happened? How had this foray into sex turned into something deeper, so deep the thought of losing him carved a hole in her heart, making her ache with the loss already?
And more importantly, should she tell him how she felt? She could imagine the results if she did. He wouldn't be able to pack fast enough. He'd made it quite clear he wasn't interested in a long-term relationship with her, that his life, his love, was traveling the world to get the next story.
Tony's story about Morgan was over. It was time for him to move on.
And because she loved him, she was going to let him go. She didn't want him leaving with any regrets that he'd hurt her, that he'd somehow misled her into thinking he felt more than he actually did. Her feelings for him were of her own creation, and she'd deal with it on her own.
After all, she'd been on her own for years now. She'd adjust to life without him.
Yeah, right.