"Shhhh," he soothed. "I know it's hard for you to open yourself for me ... to have me look my fill. . . lick it." He looked into her sweat-dampened face and sensed her profound arousal, making his cock throb with a dull ache. "But it would give me so much pleasure to have you at my mercy, witch."
She licked her upper lip nervously. "All ... all right."
He smiled and transferred his gaze to the intoxicating sight of her opened, damp flower, the petals spread wide. He salivated at the veritable feast before him. Deciding that he had her about at the right height for what he intended, he attached one end of the spreader bar to her ankle. He adjusted the length to fit the distance to her other foot by sliding the inner bar out of the outer and then screwing the release at the end to tighten it at the length he wanted. When he'd attached the bar to both of her ankles, it became impossible for her to close her legs.
He stood and lifted one of his heavy boxes of books, sliding it until the bottom corner fit snugly along the outside of her foot. He did the same to her other foot. When he finished he noticed she was staring at him like she thought he'd gone nuts.
"It'll keep you secure," he explained as he reached out to caress her round bottom. "The bar will prevent you from closing your legs but the boxes will stop you from slipping on your hose and pulling a muscle."
"Oh," she whispered. His cock batted up at her wide-eyed expression of mixed arousal and trepidation. Her mouth looked puffy and red. The thought of plunging his cock between those luscious lips caused his cock to lurch up again in_ mounting excitement.
She wasn't used to giving head and he'd tried to go gently on her, but his excitement had been unprecedented—as her swollen lips testified.
"Are you ready for me to eat your pussy now?"
She bit her lower bee-stung lip and nodded.
He needed to do this—to control her, to somehow manage the almost unbearable emotion that frothed inside him ever since he'd realized it was her that Jim Donahue used to shield his body.
He needed to control himself.
Something primal pulled at him ... a feeling that made him feel prickly and restless and combustible, like he was going to burst out of his own skin. He'd soothed the beast for all of about ten seconds after he exploded in Hope's sweet, suckling mouth.
But now it reared its head again, more demanding and fierce than ever.
He grasped her shoulders and explained that he wanted her to slide the hooks on her wrist restraints down the posts of the bed until she could rest her hands on the mattress comfortably. He guided her down until her hands were braced on the mattress. Her spanked ass and swollen pussy stuck up further than any part of her body now.
The stab of lust that shot through his cock caused him to squeeze just below the head briefly, trying to alleviate the pressure. He went to his knees behind her and sat back on his haunches. She whimpered when he placed his hands on her soft, firm bottom and separated the cheeks even further.
He could understand why.
He didn't think he'd ever had a woman spread this wide for his unrestrained consumption.
She was his, he thought as he leaned forward and inhaled the scent of her arousal. He detailed the delicate, pretty, slick folds of her pussy and the tiny rosette of her rectum.
Hope was all his.
He swiped his tongue once over her labia, pressing just enough to part the folds slightly and flick across her clit. She hopped and made a muffled choking sound. He knew she'd squirm, restraints or no. It was in her nature. So he tightened his hold on her ass, tilted his head and opened his mouth. When he closed over her and agitated with his tongue, her juices flooded his mouth. He grunted in pleasure.
Yeah. Hope tied up, spread wide and at his mercy, her firm flesh squirming in his hands and her honey flowing down his throat.
This would go a long way to soothe the beast.
Hope blinked the sweat out of her eyes and stared blindly at the head of the brass bed.
Ryan continued to eat her pussy with a strength and determination that was unabated, despite the fact that he'd made her come three times now. The convulsions that had shuddered through her body during her most recent climax had quieted, to tiny spasms that zinged through her flesh whether he playfully slicked his tongue over her clit or rubbed it good and hard. The electrical pulsations had been going on now for several minutes. It felt like she was having a continuous, low-grade orgasm. Her muscles bunched and trembled. Her nerves quaked at every caress.
But that didn't stop Ryan. No, he just continued to torture her super-sensitized flesh. Lord help her. She tightly fisted the bedspread once again. Didn't he know how hard this was for her? How untenably forbidden it felt to be spread so decadently wide for him while he built her desire only to consume it so hungrily again and again? He stretched her so tightly on a rack of sensual pleasure she thought she'd snap from the tension.
She moaned loudly when he sent his tongue deep into her slit and vibrated her. It felt so good, but she burned like she was at the center of a fiery star. She burned when what she needed was to explode into a million pieces again.
Oh God, did she need that.
She pressed back against his tongue, desperate.
"Please, Ryan . . . Please, please.'"
She hadn't realized she'd been begging him out loud until he raised his head, depriving her. She wailed in protest at this new form of torture.<