“Damn, you taste fucking delicious.”
A shiver ran up her spine at his words. Then she felt him move away from her and she had to work hard not to turn and look at what he was doing. She heard some rustling. Then what sounded like a drawer opening.
Then he moved up behind her, placing soft kisses up the inside of her thigh. Was he? Oh, God, he was . . . she groaned as he moved to her pussy and his tongue ran along her slickened lips.
“Sir,” she groaned.
“You don’t like having your pussy licked?” he asked.
Oh, no, she liked it all right. And as his tongue flicked against her clit, she discovered she liked it very much.
“No, Sir. I mean, I like it. But, do you?”
“Baby, with the way you taste and smell you can bet your ass you’re going to have trouble keeping my mouth away from this pretty, plump pussy.”
Shit. The things he said to her. It sent more waves of arousal flooding through her and she let out a low moan as she felt his tongue enter her passage. It was decadent. It was stunning. Somehow, she didn’t think he would spend so much time on her pleasure. Her breath came in sharp pants as he used his thumb to toy with her clit while his tongue thrust in and out of her passage.
“Sir! Oh, Sir!”
She was so close to coming again. How was that possible? She’d never had one orgasm after another. And there she was, close to that cliff again in a matter of minutes since her last orgasm.
She had to fight the urge to fall over, knowing she wasn’t allowed to reach that peak without his permission. God, that was hard. But she wanted to please him, wanted to be what he needed. When he drew away from her, it was a shock and she let out a noise of protest.
“Fuck, yes, baby. You need to come again, don’t you?” He placed his hands on her hips and she felt his cock nudge at her entrance. Oh, God, was he going to fuck her while the plug was still inside her? She hadn’t seen his dick, but she had a good idea he wasn’t going to be on the small side.
He slowly drove himself inside her, pausing to let her adjust. A sweat broke out over her skin, her body trembling with a combination of need and trepidation, because she knew by the feel of him that he wasn’t small at all. In fact, he was stretching her almost to the point of pain.
If she hadn’t been so slick from her orgasm, it might have been more of a struggle.
And you want him to get rough with you? To fuck you without giving you pleasure in return?
Well, that had been before she’d felt how big he was. But even knowing his size, she knew she’d still want to try. Because it was who he was. And she wanted to show him that she loved who he was. That she could be what he needed.
A hand wrapped around her hair and tugged. Fuck, he was a bit too fond of doing that. But the sharp pain definitely brought her focus back onto him.
“You’re thinking too much. When you’re with me, when my hands are on you, there is only kitten and Sir, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped as he thrust deep, seating himself inside her. Oh, the burn. It was delicious and painful all at once.
And she wanted more.
Luckily, he wasn’t in the mood to make her wait. He drew back and drove forward. He fucked her. There was no other word for it. She just held on for the ride. Tried to keep her position as best she could. And she took him. Over and over.
Never had sex been like this before. So raw. So hot. So all-consuming.
“You’re going to come with me, kitten,” he commanded, reaching down with one hand to play with her clit.
Oh, God, she couldn’t. Could she? But her body told her otherwise, her need building with an intensity that took her breath away.
“Come with me, baby. Now!”
She rushed over the edge, her head spinning, crying and bucking against him as she heard him give his own shout of satisfaction and he followed her over.
16
She was lying on his desk on her back, her feet were flat on the surface, her knees were bent and her wrists had been tied to her ankles. She had a ball gag in her mouth, smothering any noises of pleasure and pain.
And there were plenty of both.