“Good. Because I’m a possessive bastard and I won’t apologize for it. I want you all to myself.” He squeezed one of her nipples and she cried out before he dropped his mouth and sucked it gently. Her clit throbbed, her pussy clenching down. She needed him inside her.
“If I didn’t ache so badly to be inside you I would take my time. But I really need you so I’m just doing a few simple knots that will keep you bound and at my mercy while I fuck you.”
He took hold of her wrist and wound the rope around it a few times before tying it to the headboard. Then he did the same with the other. She tested them. She was going nowhere.
He grabbed some more cord, tying it to her wrought iron headboard and then he raised her legs and tied it to the bindings around her legs. Now she was tied to the headboard, her bound legs resting back against her stomach. Completely at his mercy.
He sat back and stared at her, a look of satisfaction on his face. Cupping the breast closest to him, he ran his thumb over her nipple. Back and forth in a gentle movement that soon had her writhing with pleasure, small whimpers escaping from the back of her throat. She needed more. Wanted it. But he just kept up that soft, slow, movement.
“Gray!” She cried out.
Smack!
Ouch!
She glared at him.
He gave her four more sharp smacks that had her ass stinging and her clit aching.
“The first one was for forgetting how to address me. The last four were for the disrespectful way you looked at me.” His voice was stern, his gaze cool.
She bit her lip. “Sorry, Sir.”
“That’s better.” His gaze grew warmer, and he rubbed the sting away. Damn, that felt so good.
He knelt next to her ass then ran his hands over her cheeks and thighs. Suddenly, he dropped his mouth to her pussy, running his tongue through her slick folds.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, nearly coming then and there. Her clit was still so sensitive from the butterfly vibrator she knew it wouldn’t take much to send her flying.
“No coming without my permission,” he told her.
Really? Oh, hell. She tried to think unsexy thoughts as he licked at her pussy. He flicked her clit lightly with his thumb as he pushed his tongue deep inside her.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She bit down on her lip. Finally, he moved his thumb away from her clit but then replaced it with his tongue, lapping at the swollen bundle of nerves as he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She clenched down on him. It wasn’t enough. She needed him inside her. He’d said she couldn’t come but he hadn’t said anything about begging.
“Please, Sir. Please. I need you so badly.”
She tugged at the ropes and the feel of them binding her to the bed just seemed to increase her arousal.
He drew his fingers from her pussy. Yes! Was he finally going to enter her? But he rose, climbing off the bed. Where was he going? Panic filled her until he started to strip. Her heart racing, she watched him, realizing she’d never even seen his bare chest. He pulled off his shirt, revealing his tanned skin, strong arms, wide shoulders, and the chiseled abs of his stomach. Delicious.
He teased her, slowly stripping off his pants, as though knowing how badly she wanted to see him naked. Then he slipped off his underwear.
Yes.
It was the only word she could think of at that moment. But more came. Magnificent. Hot. Thick and delicious. His cock was long, and stood at attention. He either shaved or waxed because there was no hair on his groin. He grabbed something from his pocket then moved back onto the bed, grinning down at her.
“Like what you see?”
“Oh, yes, I’d like to touch you.”
“All in good time, baby. All in good time.”
He ripped open a condom wrapper and sheathed his cock, that must have been what he’d pulled out of his pocket. She guessed she hadn’t needed to stock up on them. He knelt next to her ass, running a finger lightly up and down her folds, coating it in her dew before bringing it to his mouth.
She watched, breathless as he licked his finger clean. “Delicious.”