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With a low grumble, he laid his arm to the side so I could secure his wrist. I moved to the other side of the bed, putting an extra swing in my hips, and repeated the action on his other one.
I stood back and took in my handiwork, my husband, spread out and tied down at my mercy. My breath hitched. “What a magnificent sight.” I tilted my head. “Only one thing would make it better.”
Being as seductive as I could, I climbed onto the bed. Malcolm opened and closed his hands around the restraints. He loved to touch me and my removing that had to be killing him. I let my hand trace the outline of his hardened dick. He groaned and lifted his hips against my touch. With a glance up at him, I licked my lips and let my fingers wrap around the waistband of his underwear. His thick cock sprang free and stood hard and proud. I tossed the silver underwear to the side and gave him a slow stroke. It twitched in my hand and my mouth watered in response.
I’d never thought of a dick as beautiful, but as I stroked his, the soft skin a whispered caress beneath my touch, all I could think of was beauty. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
He tugged at the silk, muscles taut, a low groan vibrating from his throat. A surge of power coursed through me. I could make him come undone. Weaken him in the same way he did me almost daily.
The need to hear him beg rattled my brain and urged me on. One hand massaged his heavy balls, the other stroked him again before I flattened my tongue at the base and licked his length. My thumb circled the head, smearing the glistening liquid around the engorged tip, and I glanced at him, his mouth open, a slow rise and fall of his chest with eyes shut tight and a death grip on the fabric. An absolutely glorious sight. And I did that. I’d brought him to that point.
A smile tugged at my lips and a sense of pride washed over me to see him like that. My mouth closed over the tip, my tongue slid across the slit. Salty and a little sweet, like saltwater taffy. The action drew a strangled groan. I took him in until it hit the back of my throat, breathing through my nose. I relaxed, which allowed me to take more. I let out a low moan.
“Fuuucckk!” The word tore through the air and his hips shot up.
I pulled back. Choking was not a good look. One hand worked in tandem with my mouth, the other continued to caress his balls. Each shift of my body reminded me of how turned on I got from pleasing him. Wetness soaked through the thin fabric of my thong and the pulsating between my legs beat in time with my heart. When his breathing turned into short pants I knew he was close.
I stopped.
Eyes wide, he lifted his head to look at me. “What? Baby!”
I licked my lips and straddled him. “You didn’t think it’d be that quick, did you?”
I continued to stroke his slickened cock. He let out a shaky breath, and the muscles in his arms tensed when I rubbed myself along it. A slow rub up and down; torment for both of us. The damp barrier between us increased the stimulation, and I wouldn’t last long, either. A low rumbling emitted through his parted lips.
I wanted to kiss him, his mouth called out to me, but I knew I’d be lost. Instead, I maneuvered so I could remove my panties and bra.
A slow nod of his head and another tug of the scarves. “Yeah, baby, come on and go for a ride.”
His comment received another tsking sound. “Talking like that will get you left tied to the bed.” I was starting to get the hang of this in-charge thing—and I liked it.
He tried to school his features, but I could see he was amused with my bossiness. “Sorry, Mistress.”
“You need to show me just how sorry.” I crawled up so that his head was between my legs.
His eyes widened and he gave an eager nod. No words needed, I leaned forward to hold onto the headboard, then lowered to his waiting mouth. The first flick of his tongue had me arching my back, and I spread my knees to give him more access. He responded by tilting his head up and went to task. Lips suckled my clit. His tongue moved in and out of my body with ease, slipping and caressing along the way.
The soft scratch of his beard along my inner thighs while I rotated my hips, grinding and forcing closer—more—contact. Sweet mother of all things—oral wasn’t new, but at this angle—the way he turned and twisted his head, how his tongue seemed to go deeper—my body trembled. Whimpers turned screams poured from my lips. Even without the use of his hands, Malcolm worked me to the brink of ecstasy.
I gripped the headboard and the tiny shockwaves turned into a full on earthquake. All thoughts were lost and my body short circuited, fizzling with pure electricity created from the man whose mouth hadn’t stopped moving. He tried to give chase when I lifted up, in desperate need for a slight reprieve. Pants and garbled pleas tumbled from my lips as the orgasm took control of my body. A warm stream of air caused me to shudder. Contact was gone, but Malcolm found a way to continue his glorious torment. Evident in the kisses and tender nips to the side of my shaky legs.
Once I’d regained some control over myself, I slid down and propped up on his chest. His hazel eyes sparkled, and his resident smug expression was ever present on his face. “Did I please, Mistress?”
Cocky bastard. No matter how hard I tried, there was no fighting the smile tugging at my lips. Though I wouldn’t inflate his ego by giving him the answer he already knew. I moved up and took the kiss I’d denied myself earlier. His tongue thrust forward and I suckled it shamelessly. My essence lingered between us, driving my passion higher.
My pebbled nipples brushed against his chest, the contact minor but enough to heighten my aroused state. His cock twitched against my ass as a reminder of more to come. I broke from the kiss then rubbed my thumb across his lips.
“Are you going to untie me now?”
I looked back at his prominent erection and shook my head as I met his gaze again. “I’m not done yet.”
A peck to his lips, followed by a nip to his chin, then a nibble on his neck as I worked my way down. The pad of my forefinger circled his nipple, and he hissed when my teeth lightly closed around the other. My nails tenderly scraped his chest as I continued my journey down.
Malcolm lifted up to watch me when I took ahold of his cock. His hands tightened around the restraints. The rise and fall of his chest increased. My own breathing remained shaky and tiny aftershocks continued to tingle. With eyes on him, I let my tongue swirl around his swollen tip while I stroked his thick length, relishing in the feel of it pulsating in my hand—heavy and full. And mine. All mine.
A possessiveness stole through me at the thought. He was mine as much as I was his. I wanted to make this last, but at the same time wanted the deep connection we shared during our lovemaking. I shifted and straddled him. His teeth bit into his bottom lip, and his eyes were fixated between my legs while I rubbed myself along his thickness. A short tease in an attempt to poorly satisfy my conflicting desires.
My hand worked in sync with my movements. We both let out low moans, and Malcolm fell back against the pillows. My own pulse began to race, and I was in danger of making myself come again, but I wanted that next experience to be with my husband buried deep inside me.
