“Wrath,” I growled.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I was promised a hard fucking.”
He grinned up at me as he knelt between my legs. “I’m aware.”
“This is foreplay, not a hard fucking.”
He ran his tongue over my clit, and I squirmedagainst him but the second I did that, he stopped.
“What the hell?” I hissed.
“You keep goin’ like that, Moonbeam, I’m gonna tie your legs to the bed as well.”
I shivered, and I felt my pussy flood at the thought.
Wrath grinned. “I see you like that.”
“I like your dick in my cunt, that’s what I like,” I grumbled.
“Oh, I’m highly aware of that, baby.” His fingers slid inside of me, and his thumb connected with my clit. “But tonight, we’re gonna play.”
“But…but…but…I just want you to fuck me,” I whined dramatically.
“So predictable.” Wrath chuckled, pulling his fingers out of me, then stripping out of his boxers. “Your wish is my command.”
Kneeling back on the bed, he hovered over me for a few seconds before burying his face between my legs. I cried out in frustration at not being able to touch him as he assaulted my pussy with his mouth and tongue.
He licked, sucked, and bit every inch of my nether regions until I could no longer hold back my orgasm, and the second his fingers dipped into me, my walls contracted around them as I screamed his name. I wasn’t given any time to come down from my climax, however, as he settled his hands on either side of me and pressed his cock to my entrance.
“You ready for me?” he asked, tugging gently on the chain attached to my clamps.
I mewed with need, arching into him as I lickedmy lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, burying himself deep.
My heart started to race suddenly, and I couldn’t stop myself from swallowing convulsively.
“Take the binds off,” I begged.
“Not yet.”
I could feel my breathing shallow, and I squeezed my eyes shut as images of Cletus flashed in my head.
“Banana,” I rasped.
He frowned. “Fuck, baby, give me a second.” He pulled out of me and grabbed his pocketknife from the nightstand. Banana was our ‘yellow’ word. The one that meant I was reaching my threshold, but not quite ready to end everything. If I was done, done, our safe word was ‘unicorn.’
He released me from my binds and pulled me close. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just was starting to feel a little panicky.”
“Jesus, baby, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be, and don’t stop.” I cupped his face. “I want more. I just need to be able to touch you.”
His mouth landed on mine, and he rolled me onto my back again, burying himself deep. I wrapped my legs around his hips, arching up in an attempt to get closer.