Her eyes don’t leave me as I step closer to her and take hold of her throat, squeezing gently as I kiss her lips. I nip at them and she moans quietly.
When I step back, her pupils are huge and her breathing heavy.
‘Is that all right?’ I ask. ‘Your wrists don’t hurt?’
She flexes her fingers and shakes her head.
‘But what are you going to?—’
‘Hush.’
I run my hands down her arms to cup her face and kiss her again, teasing my fingers down the front of her bodice to her thighs.
Falling to my knees before her, I take off her boots, making her giggle and kick at me when I tickle her toes.
Moving her skirts out of my way, I take one of her legs and put it over my shoulder. Then take the other in my hand and kissthe top of her foot to her ankle, and on to her calf. I’m slow, my lips moving up in a line to her knee.
She’s restless, wriggling on the line like a fish I’ve caught and I grin as I delve under her dress and begin to lick up the inside of her thigh.
When I reach the apex, I pause and I grin to myself wickedly as I bite a meaty chunk of her flesh with my sharp teeth just hard enough to bruise so she can wear my mark for a few days. She squeals, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I grasp her legs tightly and bury my face between her thighs, licking her from the top of her arse to the bud of her pleasure, my tongue delving shallowly into her cunt.
Her hips bounce and I grip her tighter, licking her in earnest. The sounds of her pleasure are the things of dreams. Mine, at least.
But just as she’s about to crest, I hear a throat clear.
I blow out a sigh into my little human’s flesh and she whimpers.
As I try to pull away to see who’s interrupting my feast, though I have my suspicions, Bryn mewls and tries to keep me where she wants me, clasping her legs around me and not letting go.
Still beneath her dress, I let out a laugh, biting her other thigh.
She squeals and lets me go abruptly. I emerge from under her skirts tutting at her.
‘When you’re bound for my pleasure, my little human, I decide when you find it,’ I growl, taking her throat again. ‘If I wish it, you’ll beg, understand?’
Her eyes are a haze of lust as she nods.
As I suspected, it seems she does enjoy these kinds of games.
My lips turn upward.So do I.
‘Good female,’ I murmur and she swallows hard.
Now, I turn to find both Locke and Jak in the cottage. They’re standing by the door, their faces a mix of surprise and lust.
‘I thought we were waiting,’ Jak says, but steps closer as if he can’t help himself.
I shrug. ‘I’ve barely begun.’
I grab one of the knives from the table as I swing back to my female, deftly cutting the laces of her gown. I pull it from the eyelets in one swift move, making Bryn take in a quick breath.
‘I’ll buy you a new lace,’ I say low as I move around her and, for Jak and Locke who are staring, I part the gaping cloth a little, giving them a tantalizing glimpse of her tits.
I graze her nipples, plucking at them as I bare her to their views.
I see them both swallow hard.
