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“When I fuck you tonight, you will scream out my name.”
He twisted my hardened buds, but the pain was short lived, a moment of bliss scouring my system. I was barely able to breathe, my mind a blur but given my lack of eyesight, every sound he made including his ragged breathing was amplified. So were the prickles popping along every inch of my skin. Then he lowered his hands, sliding them into my thong. I had a feeling he was going to rip it from my body, but he eased it over my hips, which was a hell of a lot more intimate.
The morning session seemed days ago, but it was still the same. I was standing naked in front of a total stranger, one with the most gorgeous body on the planet. The only difference was that I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I had before. In fact, I felt exhilarated, more alive than… this morning.
The way his fingers brushed my skin and his hot breath skipped along the back of my neck, I couldn’t stop tingling all over. His dominance was a powerful aphrodisiac, keeping me on edge while a small part of me tried to locate my sanity. Maybe everyone who’d given me advice was correct.
Let go.
The darkness obviously helped with what should be another embarrassing moment. I was able to breathe easier, allowing my mind to free itself of the anxiety. After I stepped out of the thong, he pressed his groin against me once again, the light friction stimulating. He rolled his fingers in my hair then slid them down my neck. When he turned me around to face him, only then did I feel at a complete disadvantage. I wanted to bask in his masculinity, catching every nuance of the way he looked at me.
He cupped both sides of my face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth across my lips. I’d long since eaten off the lipstick, but I didn’t think he’d care one way or the other. He captured my mouth, but the kiss wasn’t rough and controlling this time as he softly parted my lips with his, tenderly sliding his tongue inside. His scent was different, and I wasn’t certain why. There was the same hint of spices, the woody fragrance that was entirely too masculine, but there was an added depth I hadn’t noticed before. It filled my nostrils, flowing through my veins. The man oozed power and control, but that no longer flagged any concern.
He kept the kiss gentle, rolling my lips open and closed. When he backed away, a tiny whimper escaped. “Put your hands in front of you.”
“Why?”
“From here on out, you will not question me, only follow my commands. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
His growl filled in several blanks.
“Yes, sir.”
“Better,” he said in a husky tone.
I found myself placing my hands in front of me, both fisted with my wrists together. I knew exactly what he was going to do. As I felt the first hint of rope being wound around them, I stiffened. My list of ‘nevers’ included being tied or shackled in any way.
He tied them quickly, yanking to test their strength. Then he brushed a finger down one arm then up the other. “Arms over your head.”
I struggled with the bindings, apprehension pushing me to the edge, my breathing more ragged than before.
“The harder you pull, the tighter they’ll become. I wouldn’t want you to chafe your lovely wrists.”
The sound of his voice was soothing, but there was an underlying tone that heightened my senses, nerves pooling in my stomach. I found myself following his command, my mouth and throat dry from the anticipation.
He turned me around, easing me over the edge of the kitchen table, immediately spreading my legs far apart. “Did you know there’s an art to providing just the right amount of pain to entice pleasure?”
“No, sir.” I’d never called anyone ‘sir’ in my life, including my father. Why it didn’t feel strange to me now I wasn’t certain about, but it intrigued me. He pressed his hand on the small of my back then used the fingers of his other to tease me, rolling them along the insides of my thighs.
I was wet, so much so I gathered a whiff of my desire. As he continued caressing me, disturbing thoughts raced through my mind. What if he left me this way? What if he never allowed me to leave?
The more ridiculous they became, the more current raced through my muscles. I couldn’t stop trembling as he rubbed his fingers over almost every inch of my back and legs.
“Perhaps one day you’ll wear my mark permanently. For now, we’ll begin your lessons in obedience.”
His mark? I longed to see his naked body, to touch his heated skin. What little I’d been allowed to do hours before wasn’t enough. I needed to explore all of him. After rolling fingers of both hands down my spine, he cupped both ass cheeks, digging his fingers in and lifting my pelvis off the table. Then he issued a growl and within seconds, he slipped his tongue around my clit, swirling the tip in circles.
“Oh…” The angle pressed my face into the cool wood, the tingling sensations incredible.
He spread me wide open, giving him full access. Within seconds, I was in a sweet moment of bliss, panting from the dancing vibrations.
Every sound he made was guttural, amplified more than they should be. He continued for several seconds until my pussy clenched and released. Then he pulled away completely.
Gasping, I lifted my head, longing for him to continue.
“Not yet,” he muttered as if knowing what I was prepared to beg. I sensed he took another step away. Then I heard a sound, a moan escaping.
