He smirks. “I cannae help it. Do you have any idea how often I’ve dreamed of this?”
No, but I might have some clue.
Standing, I press one heeled shoe to his chest. “Undo it.”
There’s no hesitation. He abandons the cock ring to one side, cupping my ankle while his other hand works the brass buckle with deft movements. When I might’ve ordered him to take it off, he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the smooth black leather, followed by another to my instep. Worshipping. Trusting.
My heart skips a beat.
He slips my foot free, and I have to clench my thighs together or risk my arousal dripping down them.
I wind my fingers into his hair to hold myself steady, then offer him my other foot, only to find him staring up my skirts with a dumbfounded expression. Oh, right. From his position, it’s abundantly clear that I’m not wearing underwear.
Tugging sharply at his locks, I redirect him to the task at hand. “Did I give you permission to stop?”
He shakes his head, as if clearing it, then caresses my calf with one thumb, stroking his way down to the second buckle. I press the tip of my heel into his chest, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes as he slowly undoes the fastening, then presses a kiss to the inside of my knee.
“Higher,” I order, and he obliges.
His kisses turn open-mouthed, tongue sweeping out to taste my skin in teasing strokes that travel straight to my clit. My pussy isn’t helping matters. I’m dripping. Any moment now he’ll find out exactly how much imagining him in that cage turns me on.
“Higher.”
“Aye,Mistress.” The two words are hot against my flesh, followed by a groan as his tongue reaches the crease of my inner thigh and finds the evidence of my desire. That tongue sweeps out a second time, like he’s trying to catch every drop, but he pulls back when I tug on his hair.
“Clothes off,” I order. “Let me see what’s mine.”
It would be easy for him to rush to obey, but he takes care to put my foot down and steady me first.
Fisting the hem of his shirt in one hand, he drags it over his head, revealing a beautiful chest dusted with the finest smattering of hair. Then he flicks open the top of his fly, tawny eyes almost shy as they meet mine, even though I’ve seen him naked before.
The moment the denim is gone, I get the first true reminder of his size and swallow. The black cotton of his boxers does nothing to disguise the fact that he’s somehow larger than all of the others—that I’ve seen—so far. Then he hooks his thumbs into the band at his hips and drags them down.
My lips part, mouth going dry.
He really is a beautiful man. I can’t wait to see him wearing the gold I carefully enchanted for him. A possessive part of me I didn’t know existed purrs at the tantalising image.
Reaching out, I take his length in my hand and study his reaction carefully. For all that I love being the one in charge, it’s a responsibility I won’t ever take lightly. Especially with this man, whose angelic sweetness could be all too easily shattered by carelessness.
For whatever reason, he’s decided to trust me with this. I refuse to break that trust. I pump his length once, then twice, amazed that my fingertips barely meet.
“I’m going to ride your face and then your cock untilwe both come, then we’ll see how pretty you look wearing my cage.”
I say it as a statement, but I watch carefully for any sign he’s unsure, shoulders relaxing as I realise there’s nothing but eagerness on his part. If anything, he moves faster, discarding what remains of his clothes before hesitating.
“Lie on the rug,” I order. “You went to a lot of trouble to give me such a pretty view, I’m not going to waste it.”
Jasper sinks to his knees, then onto his back without complaint, arranging himself so his head is towards the beach. I like the powerful feeling that remaining clothed gives me, but I don’t want the fabric to get in the way of him touching me, so I strip off the skirt and blouse and ghost out of my corset with a smile.
“Damn,” he utters as he gets his first look at me completely naked. “Lass, I?—”
I step over his head, lowering to my knees. “I’m not touching you again until you make me come, so you’d better get to work.”
Then, without giving him a chance to respond, I sit on his mouth.
His groan reverberates through my core, tongue working slowly at first, but growing in confidence as I grind against his beard shamelessly. Without my skirt in the way, I’m treated to a perfect view of the way bliss effuses his beautiful face as he licks me like ice cream. The sound of waves crashing against sand battles with my own heartbeat for dominance as he spears his tongue into my pussy, searching for more of my taste.
“Stars,” I gasp. “Do that again.”
