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“There’s time for spankings later, my sweet baby. I see the untouched desire deep inside you, sweetheart. I see what no other man has touched and it only makes me desire you more.” His other hand strokes the curve of my jaw then drops to my breast. He rolls a taut nipple lightly between his fingers until it’s achingly hard.
I shift my hips restlessly on the bed. I want more. So much more.
“Yes,” I admit freely again. I’d secretly fantasized Jude was a man who took control in the bedroom. Not entirely BDSM. I’ve read up on that, watched videos and did my research. I know I’m a submissive, but not the whole leather floggers and ball gags kinda girl. But tie me up, spank my ass and take control...hell yes! I need someone who possessed what I needed and had no problem delivering.
I feel something heavy and wet drag across my stomach, and I groan when I realize it’s his heavy cock leaking pre-cum.
With my hands held above my head, I arch as his tongue flicks out again—tasting my body. He kisses down my torso before raising his head to stare down at me.
“You are a submissive.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I, uh, don’t know.” I blush. What I want from sex confuses me. I am an independent woman who always makes her own way. How can I want something so different when I am naked?
“Liar.” He laughs softly. “The first rule is honesty. Are you a submissive?”
“Maybe. Yes.” I can feel the burn of embarrassment hit hard. My entire body buzzes with tingling realization of admitting my truth to someone like Jude.
He tangles his hands in my hair and brushes his soft, firm lips across mine in an unhurried kiss. His tongue pushes between my lips, and I open for him with a whimper. The burst of bittersweetness from the alcohol hits my tongue. He deepens the kiss and lingers before he pulls away.
“That’s an honest answer.” He runs his hands down my body with a touch so gentle; I strain upward for more contact. “Do you like this?” He gestures to my hands above my head.
“Yes.” My cheeks burn.
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
“No.” My sexual experiences were limited to Conner. If I were going to kiss and tell, I wouldn’t have much to say. For all his supposed worldliness, he was a remarkably unimaginative lover.
“Good. Then I’ll be your first.”
“There’s something else you should know.” I pause. I’m not sure what Jude is expecting, but I want to be honest with him. That feels especially crucial.
“I’m not into the whole extra lover or floggers,” I whisper against his cheek. He has some stubble, and I love the faint roughness of it under my lips.
A faint smile lightens his expression and I marvel at the way it changes his features. Softens them. “Good, sweetheart, because neither am I.”
Using my belt, he ties my hands to the headboard. The fabric is soft around my wrists.
“That ok?” he asks, licking and biting his way back to my breasts. He moves between my nipples and barely finishes releasing one when he’s at my throat, burning his lips into the crook of my neck, growling into my skin.
I tug at my restraints, but there’s no way I can pull free. A dangerous mix of excitement and lust bubble inside me.
With one last lingering kiss, Jude pushes to his knees and when his hands trail down my thighs to my feet, I give a full body shiver. One at a time, he takes each foot and puts it flat on the bed, leaving me thighs spread wide around him and open. I’ve never felt so vulnerable yet safe in all my life.
I am laid bare before him, and he sits back, admiring the view. For a moment I glance down between us wanting to see what he sees. My folds are parted to reveal the pink, delicate tip of my bud. So swollen and wet.
Precum drips from the crown of his shaft and as dirty as it seems, I’m desperate for him to spill his seed inside me. God, it would be so hot to have him mark my body with his hot cum.
“Your pussy is lovely. So pink and wet.” He draws a finger up my thigh before stroking a rough thumb over my clit. “But it would look even better filled with my cum.”
A low moan escapes me. I can’t help but arch my back and tug at my restraints. His touch and his dirty talk makes more juice spill from my center to leave me wetter.
“You like that, beautiful? You like me telling you how much I want to sink into your beautiful body and claim this sweetness for myself?”
He’s barely finished his words before he forces my thighs wider still to fit his massive shoulders. When the heat of his tongue drags over my slit, I moan, tugging at the belt restraining me.
