“Fuck, you smell like pleasure and… mine.” His voice deepened as he pressed his face between her thighs and inhaled.
Her arousal flooded his senses, musky and sweet and unmistakably his. He dragged his tongue through her folds in one slow, deliberate lick, the taste of her bursting bright and heady across his palate as a violent shudder rolled through her thighs on either side of his head. His tongue closed over her clit, and he sucked the swollen bud between his lips, flicking and lashing the tender peak until her knees gave a sharp, treacherous wobble against his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck!” Her fingers raked through his hair and clawed into the meat of his shoulders, nails biting half-moons into his skin as her hips rolled against his mouth in a silent, desperate plea. “Please, Master Crone...”
“Ah, kitten, you purr so prettily.” He pulled back just long enough to growl against the slick heat of her inner thigh, “Hold still,” before plunging two thick fingers inside her. He curled them upward, dragging across that swollen, ridged spot deep within her, and her spine bowed off the surface beneath her in a beautiful arch. Her slick essence trickled down his knuckles as her inner walls fluttered and clamped around him in greedy littlepulses. He flattened his tongued against her clit and teased the swollen bud with lazy, relentless circles.
“Crone…” she wailed as her thighs tightened around his head, trembling harder with each pass of his tongue. The ragged little puffs of breath spilling from her lips broke apart into a high, wrecked whimper that vibrated straight through his chest.
“Come for me,” he ordered in a dark command. “Now.”
“Holy shit,” she keened as her body locked and twitched against the wall. Her release flooded his tongue as his name echoed through the room.
“Fuck, I love the taste of you.” He lapped at her greedily, drinking her down. His fingers remained buried deep inside her, feeling every pulse of her orgasm.
While she was still in the clutches of the climax, he lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and crashed her mouth onto his in a desperate, hungry kiss. He tasted her essence that turned his cock into a throbbing menace. Placing her gently in the center of the bed, he stepped back to drink in the sight of her.
Holy fuck, she’s breathtaking.
She was petite, delicate enough that his hands looked too large against her, too rough, every callus catching on skin he could bruise without meaning to. His mouth went dry at the sight of her breasts that were full and heavy, rising and falling with her quickened breath. Scars traced pale lines across the softness. He wanted his teeth there, his tongue, and to learn the shape of every one. They were a map of survival written into the most intimate part of her, and he intended to read them all.
The hook-shaped scar on her stomach was a reminder of pain she’d endured. But even that couldn’t dim her beauty. Instead, it added to her allure, like a rare jewel whose flaws only enhanced its value.
Her skin was flushed rose-pink where his hands had worshipped earlier turning her nipples dark and taut. The evidence of her climax glistened on her thighs in a sight that sent heat curling low in his gut.
She watched him with her lip caught between her teeth and cheeks stained crimson. He knew instinctively it wasn't shyness coloring her expression. He recognized the flutter behind her eyes since he’d felt it last night against his mouth and hands in the Dungeon. It was the fear of a woman who trusted him with her body but dreaded only how her body’s reaction would change her. She was afraid of the intensity of her own desire and how it threatened to consume her defenses with the raw hunger she had denied herself for so long.
God knew, he wanted it too.
Her body was a contradiction of soft curves and hidden strength. The graceful dip of her waist gave way to the flare of her hips, her stomach twitching with each shallow breath as if she struggled to contain what he stirred in her. She was alive under his gaze with every scar a testament to her resilience and her curves a temptation that hummed beneath his skin.
“You’re stunning.” His voice darkened with need. “Every inch of you.”
Her breath hitched with her fingers twisting in the sheets as fear suddenly flashed in her eyes.
“Who am I, Sienna?”
She licked her lips and then locked eyes with him. Her breathing calmed down as she smiled. “Master Crone… you’re Master Crone.”
“Whenever you get scared or confused, just open your eyes andseeme, and remember I’ll never hurt you, little one.”
“I already know that, Master Crone.”
“Good girl.”
“So… can you please hurry up and fuck me already?”
“Such a demanding subbie you are,” he laughed as he shook off his shirt, leaving his singlet on. His hands went to his belt, reveling in how her eyes tracked every movement as he stripped off his jeans and jockeys. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips at the revelation of his hard cock already standing at attention.
Her eyes darkened. “Come to me, Master Crone.”
His dark chuckle poured from deep within at the commanding tone in her whisper. “Hmm… giving orders now? We’ll have to work on correcting that later. For now, I need to taste you.”
He was on her in an instant, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. When he pulled back, her lips were swollen and her eyes heavy with need. As he reached for the bedside drawer, she laid her hand on his arm.
“No.” Her voice cracked. “I want to feel you. Your heat, your skin against mine.” She swallowed hard. “I can’t... I can’t have children, so there’s no danger of a pregnancy. Please, Master Crone. Just you.”
The raw vulnerability in her admission squeezed his chest. He brushed her cheek with a loving touch. He continued his journey down her body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the hook-shaped scar which caused her muscles to tremble beneath his lips.
