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I nodded and let out a rough breath. “I did. I really did. Must be your big, expert cock.”
Suddenly, Daniel yanked me upright, and crushed me against him, kissing me hard. Tasting himself, tasting me, and our tongues dueled, each kiss wilder than the next. As though we’d never get to kiss again, as though these kisses were somehow critical to life or air.
When we broke apart, he gripped my elbows, and pressed his forehead against mine. “You could get me to do anything with that mouth, I hope you know that.”
“I do now,” I murmured. “How about you make good on that pussy licking?”
“Only because you sucked me dry,” he said and suddenly hauled me up over his shoulder. “I actually need a bit of recovery before I fuck you.”
“You’re welcome,” I said and gasped when we entered his room, dim lights flicking on, revealing a huge bed, with windows beyond it looking out at the Seaport and the city skyline. “Wow.”
Daniel gently set me down and I stepped forward, watching myself in the reflection, naked save for my stilettos and thong, and Daniel behind, closing and locking the door.
“Sit,” he said, and gestured at a comfortable chair in front of the windows, with a high back. “How do you feel about restraints?”
I let out a shaking breath and watched him go to a dresser, then my entire body went rigid when I saw the half-open door beyond it. The unmistakable glow of a computer came from it and the entire reason that I was here came back to me.
“Sara?” Daniel gazed at me, a slight frown marring his face. “You don’t have to say yes.”
“Yes,” I blurted out.
He plucked a few things from the dresser, shoving it in his pockets, and coming over. Daniel suddenly grabbed the arms of the chair and leaned down, his gaze serious and unwavering. “Why are you lying?”
CHAPTER TEN
Sara
Ilet out a strained laugh and shook my head. “I’m not.”
“You are,” Daniel said with such breathtaking male arrogance that my lip curled. We glared at each other, and I yelped when he pinched a nipple, then pressed a hand against my throat. “You like it rough; you like a bit of dominance, you are clearly stimulated by your throat being touched,” he said and squeezed, causing me to press my thighs together. “Why not restraints?” I licked my lips. “Lie to me again and we stop.”
“Fuck you,” I said, and he stepped back. “Fine. I had a bad experience but… I—I want to try with you.” My chest rose and fell. “It’s been a minute since I’ve done this but so far you’ve been, well, perfect.” Now that I’d started telling the truth, I couldn’t seem to stop. “I want to be brave. I used to fantasize about being tied and pleasured all the time. Someone wrecked that for me.” I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that and lookedaway. “But maybe the right person could help me reclaim it—show me how it could,shouldbe.”
Daniel turned my face back and I couldn’t help it, I leaned into his touch. I could have this, right now, couldn’t I? Salvage pieces of myself and pleasure from this night, even though I was going to ruin everything later. Much like that monster from my past had.
“Are you sure?”
“As long as it’s not handcuffs,” I said in a strained voice.
Something in Daniel’s face went tight and furious, even as he pressed a gentle hand against my face, that aloofness gone and such compassion in its place I wondered that I ever thought him unreadable.
“I’ll tell you if it’s not working,” I said. “But I trust you.”
He barked a laugh and lightly pinched my cheek before reaching in his pocket for a length of silk. I lifted my arms, crossing my wrists, and pressing them against the top of the chair, where there was a wooden ornament like a fleur-di-lis. With utmost deftness, Daniel looped the silk around and around, his expertise a little unnerving.
“Who taught you tie someone up so well?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
“Russian sex workers,” he said without a trace of irony or humor. “They also taught me this.” He pulled something out and I frowned, then pressed back, uncertain. He held two furry clamps. For the nipple. “Extra stimulation. Trust me.”
“I—oh.” My head fell back. “Oh,oh, yes.”
Daniel on one knee, had begun teasing his lips over my breast while the other was fondled and pinched, my nipple rolled between expert, rough fingers. I closed my eyes, my breath coming in sharp pants, and my wrists delightfully pinned overhead. This was stimulation on another level, with the angle causing my chest to thrust forward, while not being to touch him was causing me to shiver with pleasure all over. A pleasure that rose when something snapped over my nipple—a furry clamp that made me squirm, especially as Daniel focused on the other breast.
“Daniel,” I cried, and then cried out again when he clamped my other nipple. The intensity of it made me writhe and buck, barely paying attention as Daniel kneeled down between my legs, shoving them apart and holding them there, his fingers digging in.
I screamed when his tongue ran up my folds, over my thong, and I understood why he’d had me suck his cock first. He was too good, too wicked with that mouth. He tugged me forward, ripped off my thong, and threw it to the corner. Then he shoved my legs apart and back, over the arms of the chair, and I bucked wildly, unable to stop from trying to get closer to his tongue.He teased me with light strokes, before settling in to eat me out while my nipples burned in the most pleasurable way.
I was unable to do anything but let Daniel worship—and ruin me. Sobs shuddered out of me as he brought me to the edge of climax and back down. He kissed the insides of my thighs, my knees, and my ankles. He praised my pussy in Italian and finally, finally, brought me to an orgasm so intense I thought I blacked out.
