Amanda jerked against him, crying out in pleasure as she felt the tingling warmth whip through her body. Once again, his fingers moved to her pussy, dipping into the unlimited well of cream that spilled from her body and drawing it back. This time, his fingertip sank into the tight entrance of her anus. She writhed across his lap, fire spreading from nerve ending to nerve ending as she screamed his name.
“Stay still. ” He tapped her ass again, a bit harder in warning, but it only served to drive her deeper into the sexual madness consuming her.
“Do you know how pretty you are?” he asked her roughly, his fingers dipping into her pussy again.
“Your ass is turning a soft, soft pink, parting for me, giving me a clear view of this…”
His finger sank into her tighter entrance again as he pulled her cheeks further apart, opening her, straining the muscles that clenched him.
He pulled back, his finger slipping free, only to deliver another sharp caress to the rounded curves of her butt. It was thrilled, pleasure-pain, an incredible feast of the senses that Amanda knew, that mating heat or not, she could have never resisted.
Kiowa’s calloused hand was sensually rough, the short, sharp smacks to her tender flesh burning through her sanity and making her wild, making her desperate. She needed him now. Needed his cock filling her, burning through her pussy as she erupted with pleasure.
Then his fingers moved back to the wellspring of slick juices easing from her, drawing them back, lubricating the little hole between her buttocks so his finger could sink deeper inside her. She was impaled there again, fighting the unfamiliar penetration as her senses luxuriated in it. Fire bloomed in her anus, spread through her loins and wrapped around her straining clit. Then it was gone. She cried out, her hips bucking, pitching back as she fought to keep from begging for more. His hand landed on her rear again. Several sharp, stinging smacks that drove her close to the edge of release, leaving her teetering on the precipice and begging for more. Just a little more. Just enough to pitch her over.
“Kiowa please…” she begged long seconds later, her butt burning, her pussy in flames as he paused to smooth his hand over the sensitive flesh.
“Please what, Amanda?” he asked her, his voice dark and seductive. “Please don’t touch you? Please don’t pleasure you?”
“No,” she wailed. “Kiowa please, it’s killing me. ”
His finger sank into the tight little hole again, causing her to press back to him, to drive him deeper inside her as her pussy rippled in impending orgasm.
“Do you think it’s going to be that easy, baby?” he asked her, his crooning tone all the more savage for the dark sexuality in his voice.
He pulled back before thrusting inside her again, moving his finger easily in the juices that now lubricated the tight channel. Amanda tried to spread her legs wide, to gain enough support to thrust back, to intensify the friction.
He chuckled at her efforts before pulling free once again and setting her on her feet. Or trying to. Her knees were weak, her senses tuned too deeply to the sensual fires burning in her body so that he had no choice but to lift her in his arms as he stood up and strode to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the wide mattress, staring down at her with devil’s black eyes as he loosened his jeans. Leaving the material gaping at the front, giving her only a glimpse of his straining cock, he moved to the closet. When he turned back to her, she shivered at the sight of the ropes in his hands.
“You think it’s going to be so easy, don’t you, baby?” he asked her as he bound her arms, then her legs, leaving more slack in the bonds than she had expected. “You think I’m going to drive you over the edge and have to deal with you running again?”
“I won’t run. ” She could barely talk, let alone consider leaving him again. “I promise. ”
She had decided that while staring into the lion’s eyes. Kiowa would learn, later, that she wasn’t the only one who was going to obey.
“You promised before,” he growled. “What did you do, cross your fingers the first time?”
She nodded desperately. Whatever it would take to get his cock inside her, she would do at this point.
“Not that easy. ” The smile that curved his lips gave her a glimpse of the wicked canines at the side of his mouth and had her shoulder throbbing sharply in response to the thought of how easily he had driven her to madness when he pierced her flesh with them.
She licked her lips nervously.
“Uh-uh. ” He shook his head at her as he came to his knees on the bed. “Don’t lick your lips, baby, lick this. ”
She opened for the flared, angrily flushed head of his cock. Her tongue curled over it, licked as her lips closed and she sucked it deep inside her mouth. The pre-come spurted instantly into her mouth. Honey sweet, spicy. She moaned, her eyes closing then opening quickly as the fingers of one hand captured a nipple and gripped firmly.
She shuddered in pleasure, moaning around his cock as she began to suckle at it frantically. It was thick, wide, filling her mouth and her senses with a male strength just as addictive as the mating heat was.
“God, that’s good,” he whispered, pulling back then thrusting easily between her lips again. “So sweet and hot, Manda. ”
She stared up at him, seeing something in his eyes she didn’t want to acknowledge. An emotion, a depth that snared her and bound her tighter than any ropes created.
She drew on him, her tongue swiping over the head as he retreated, her moans filling the room as he returned, her pleasure echoing around them with each small spurt of pre-come that filled her mouth. She was lost, and she admitted it. Hopelessly bound to this man and unable to escape. Her mouth tightened further as she arched to his touch, dying for the pleasure that whipped through her body, that made her blood sing in ecstasy.
“Enough,” he groaned, pulling back from her lips, his eyes narrowing in dark promise as he lowered himself beside her.
“I know what you like,” he whispered. “But how long can you bear it?”