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Pulling away, John whisper-growled, “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
While trading kisses, he stripped me bare, then did the same for himself. Kneeling on the mattress, he rested a three-foil packet of condoms on the night table, tugging something out of his discarded jeans pocket. Rope—but it wasn’t any old rope; it was red and thin but looked strong.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Part of our fun tonight,” he replied, gently pushing me down on the bed. Grasping my hands, he pinned them over my head and kissed my lips before diverting. He kissed the tender skin on the side of my neck, his warm, intoxicating breath coasting over my sensitive flesh. A fire built under my skin, and I closed my eyes as he kissed my collarbone.
A sudden gasp left my mouth as he caressed my breasts, squeezing one of my nipples between his index fingers and thumb, sending bolts of lust searing between my legs while suckling and teasing the other with his teeth.
“Keep your hands where I placed ‘em,” he ordered.
I couldn’t suppress the needy moans and soft breaths that punched their way from my lips as he continued his erotic exploration of my body, with his mouth, fingertips, and the end of his hair tickling my skin and driving me out of my mind. His hard body pressed against mine, skin to skin, his palm sliding down my sides to—bypass my aching core and kiss down my legs.
At my feet, he looked up. “Turn around but keep your wrists in the same place.”
With his help, I was on my belly—and John started the same torture again, only from the bottom up this time. By the time he was kissing my ass and gripping my thighs, I knew he could see or smell the wash of arousal coating my pussy.
His tongue licked a long, wet stripe up my spine, and his mouth found my ear. “On your knees, baby.”
As I got to my knees, he undid the length of the rope, tied my hands to the headboard with them, trailed his hands down, and cupped and massaged my breasts. “You’re so soft. Like a kitten.”
Feeling his chest hair brush my back, I laughed. “You’re not.”
His hand met my ass and suddenly spanked me. The slap, oddly, had memoreturned on. “No more sass from you, missy. Remind me next time to bring a blindfold as well.”
Spreading my legs wider, I heard the soft rip of the condom, and I tensed in anticipation for him—but his fingers met my dripping sex instead. John folded himself around me, pressing his chest to my back as he stroked me, sending my already erratic nerve endings into a frenzy. He dipped his finger inside me, pushing deeper, and sparks lit behind my eyes.
I needed more than his hand, and he knew it with how slowly he was pleasuring me. He was drawing it out so the sensation would build and build, doubling up on each other until the moment he got inside me and I would explode.
Devious man.
I didn’t realize I had said those words until he asked. “Excuse me? What did you say?”
“I said—” his finger brushed over the spot that made my toes curl, and my body begged for him. Fighting back a gasp, I said, “—you’re a devious man.”
“More sass,” he rumbled. “Hadn’t I warned you about that?”
One of his hands moved to grip the front of my thighs while he fingered me leisurely, then added another, and the feeling doubled. If only it were the other way around, the heel of his palm would be hitting my clit with every pass, and that tiny little omission made me want to cry.
I couldn’t help it anymore. I thrust back, taking his fingers with reckless abandon, chasing the thin line ahead of me. I needed to get there and then tip off into pools of pleasure. The line was getting closer…and closer…and as I got to the edge…
John pulled his fingers out of me. I wanted to scream.
“That’s your punishment for all that sass,” he said in my ear, grasped my hips, and then—he was there, filling me, inch by inch. I could feel how huge and hard his cock was, pressing through the folds and into my channel, and then, with one snap of his hips, he surged forward, his cock stretching me until almost the breaking point. It was so carnal I had to moan.
“Do you feel me?” he demanded as he thrust again. “It’s all for you.”
I was in the most submissive position I had ever found myself in, but instead of feeling subdued, I felt powerful, worshipped, adored even.
The stretching sensation as he filled me completely left me breathless, and I felt my muscles clenching around him. It was a dance we both knew well by now.
My core muscles could not hold me in place once he began his steady thrusting, and I fell back on the bed on my elbows, stretching my abdomen, allowing him to sink deeper inside me. The shift in position had opened me up even more, and the sensations rushing to my head made me feel as if I’d taken every hallucinogenic drug ever made.
My whole body was on fire. I had never experienced anything so intense in my adult life.
My lips couldn’t form words when he fucked me hard and fast, letting the desire from last night build and pull us into climax. His body used mine in a way that felt primal. I hadn’t gotten my orgasm, but I was screaming out in ecstasy.
John was pounding into me again. I couldn’t even feel the rope around my bound wrists or the restriction keeping me where I was. All I felt was him hammering over that spot that made my head light. I could barely feel the orgasm building inside me as my cries of pleasure blended with his groans.
