In fact, I feel powerful. I feel alive.
His eyes rake over my body unapologetically. I bask in the attention for a moment before climbing back on his lap. He welcomes me with an ass squeeze so hard that I wince and twitch.
“Hands to yourself, Master Kian,” I tease.
“Fuck that,” he growls at me. “You can’t stand naked in front of me and expect me to do nothing.”
“That’s exactly what I expect,” I murmur, leaning in and biting his bottom lip.
I let my tongue roam over it for a moment. Then I bite down hard enough to draw blood.
He takes a sharp inhale in surprise. His eyes are wide when I pull away, and I can tell he hasn’t expected me to be quite so aggressive.
I give him a teasing smile. “Scared now?”
“On the contrary,” he fires back, “I’m intrigued. More so than I already was.”
I press my hips against him and his cock lines up against my pussy. I start rubbing myself against him.
He moans angrily. “How much longer are you going to do that for?”
“For as long as I fucking want, Kian O’Sullivan,” I whisper in his ear, bucking against his cock while his free hand digs into my ass cheek.
I can feel his tip slip between my lips. Just for a moment, but when it happens, a thrill so intense shoots through my body that goosebumps erupt over my skin.
“Your body’s giving you away,” Kian informs me smugly.
In reply, I slink down between his thighs, wrap two hands around his shaft, and give him an agonizingly long, slow lick from base to tip. He hardens even more, his cock pulsing with need and a tiny bead of precum glistening in the light.
“So is yours,” I tease right back.
All he can do is throw his head back and groan.
I take to my feet again. With my knees outside of his hips, I use his shoulders as leverage and lower myself down on top of him one tiny fraction of an inch at a time. I gasp, groan, and mutter nonsense syllables. His cock feels bigger going in than it looks. I’m being split in two.
When the final inch goes and our hips are flush together, I actually cry out. “Fuck,” I gasp, closing my eyes to try and contain the new wave of sensations scouring through me.
Kian squeezes my ass, urging me on. “Come on, baby. Ride me.” His voice is huskier and deeper than ever. It feels like my cells are vibrating in response to every word he speaks.
I don’t mind the order. In fact, I like it. I want him to tell me what he wants so I can give it and take it away whenever I choose.
I start grinding against him, taking it easy and adjusting myself to his size. He’s moving, too, as much as he can. I can tell that’s he’s intensely uncomfortable having his hand bound.
His free hand is on the small of my back, pushing me back and forth, coaxing me to pick up the movement and ride him harder.
It feels too good not to give him that. At some point, I lose all semblance of control. The harder I buck against him, the more desperate for his cock I become.
Something is coming for me in the distance. I’ve never actually had an orgasm before. But that makes sense, since sex was never about pleasure for me in the past.
At best, it was a distraction. At worst, it was torture.
But this… Jesus, this… With one hand, gripping his neck, and the other on his taut stomach, I bounce on his cock until I’m screaming.
We’re on his veranda, exposed to the elements. The patio is private, but sound carries, especially out in the open like this. Who knows which of Kian’s neighbors or soldiers can hear me?
Good thing I don’t fucking care.
I look down at Kian’s face. The desire I see blazing there just makes me want him more. I slam my hips against his, taking his cock even deeper.