Dratted rakelet always had good answers. She climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Running a finger up one inner thigh, circling around his groin without touching it, she then traced across his belly and down to the other thigh. Dipping deep between his legs, she grazed his perineum, watching him for a reaction.
She wasn’t disappointed.
He gasped, rearing up, caught between alarm and pleasure.
His acquiescence pleased her. He was responsive without letting his fear of the unknown halt her explorations. She cupped his sac then ran that one finger up the throbbing vein on his cock to circle the head.
He closed his eyes and sucked in an audible breath, his biceps bulging. His hips strained forward a fraction of an inch and held there. He’d be sore if she allowed him to remain like that for long.
Sliding up his body, she straddled his hips.
His eyes flew open at the bounces on the bed as she changed position, and he watched her without blinking.
She smelled her arousal and his perfuming the air and groaned. Her heart pounded and she clenched her teeth to maintain her control. Moisture slid down her leg.
When it hit his hip, he gulped and begged, “Uh…help…Mistress?”
Although it was not clear whether he was askingforhelp ortohelp, she responded with her own question. “Yes, puppy, you may help. With your lips or your cock, which will it be?”
His cock bucked, hitting her folds hovering above him, and both of them gasped.
Before he could answer, she added, “But you may not spend until I say, either way.”
“Yes, Mistress, cock, please, no wait, whatever your pleasure…Please? Cock?” His eyes continued to beg up at her as he fell silent, awaiting her decision.
He was attempting to be good and offer her the choice, but his eagerness could not be contained. It was just as well. That was also her choice. “Right, then. No spending.”
“No spending, Mistr—” His words were strangled as she brought the tip of him to her hot, wet entrance. His eyes rolled back in his head, and she swore she heard him muttering the conjugation of random Latin verbs.
“Please—I need—” he gasped as she slid down him. “—a minute. Mistress.”
“Certainly.” She’d been so wet, there hadn’t been even the slightest resistance, despite his size. Now fully seated, she was content to sit still and enjoy the sensation. Closing her eyes, she reveled in the fullness, the connection. She’d only ever had one other man inside her and she’d been the pupil until he’d asked her to take command. It had also been more than a year, and she’d forgotten the emotional intimacy that came with being physically connected, penetrated by someone with whom attraction had been building for weeks. Feelings she was not ready to address swirled in her head and her chest, spreading warmth that intensified the swirling physical rapture emanating from where their bodies were fused.
The burning rod in her pulsed, which she took to indicate he wasn’t ready for her to move. Her walls contracted around him in response, and his hips twisted incrementally. Her moisture wet the wiry nest at the base of his shaft and dripped down to his bollocks.
He lunged, hips pushing up, a wordless shout echoing in the room. His bonds snapped him back against the bed, and he ground his head into the pillow beneath it, gritting his teeth. “Argh, Mistress, I can’t…”
“Ah, William, the joys and hindrance of youth.” She tsked, feigning amusement when she was so enraptured by his reaction she thought she might need only a few strokes to go over herself. “Right, then, puppy. I am going to ride you until I havemypleasure. Do what you will.”
She began posting, smiling as she found her rhythm. The tethers, the position, the angle all added a mental layer to the sensations coursing through her. Riding him gave her the control she yearned for. His eager submission was better than any sweetly loving intimate moment. Yet it wasn’t his surrender, or his youth, or his fervor that made this special. It was all of it and more; William made her feel this way. What they had was special, even if it could not be forever.
Shaking her head, she pushed the thought of the future aside and added a forward roll of her hips.
William bucked under her, and his eyes rolled back in his head. The cords in his neck stood out as he tipped his head back, likely to help him continue to stave off his release for her sake.
His visible struggle as well as the friction of his damp curls against her sensitive nub sent her over. She keened through her teeth as her internal muscles contracted around him, pulsing waves of pleasure through her as the ever-tightening ball of sensation exploded. Zips of sensitivity sparked through her limbs, over and over. Ah, gads, she’d forgotten how fantastic orgasms with a partner were. She tightened her hold on his sides, digging into his skin and muscle to hold on.
His cock kicked inside her and shot hot spurts of liquid into her, extending her pleasure as his hips managed small thrusts. His muscles went taut, then slack in the aftermath.
They both stilled, her hands on his chest as she wilted over him.
He watched her with an unsettling amount of warmth in his gaze. Different than the sexual heat, it made her nervous. She’d made him swear to avoid emotions.
You did not swear off them yourself, though, did you?
Ignoring her Belle-voiced inner conflict, she untied him.
He gathered her into his arms, and tugged her over to his side, settling her in the crook of his arm.
