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He chuckled darkly against her breast and kissed his way down her body. She pushed his head lower, not wanting him to linger on her fleshy stretch-marked stomach.
He bit her. Not a nip, but an actual bite, the sting of it shocking her out of her desire.
“Ow! Fuck!” She lifted her head to look at him.
“That’s for trying to rush me past my favorite part,” he said. “Playroom or not, I’m in charge when we fuck, Ruby. Do you have a problem with that?”
There was a protest on her lips, but it died a fast death. “No.”
“Good.” She cringed as he rubbed his hands over her stomach, murmuring as he kneaded her flesh. “Your body is a refuge: warm, soft. Why do you think I want to fuck you all the time?”
“Because you’re a man.”
She was surprised when he laughed. “Why do you think I want to fuckyou, Ruby?”
He was kissing his way across her stomach.
“I… I don’t know.”
“It’s because your softness makes me forget about the hardness of the world,” he said, planting kisses on her stomach. “It’s the only thing that makes me forget.”
His lips were like a blowtorch, searing their way across her skin. He pushed open her thighs and she felt the whisper of his breath across her throbbing cunt.
She sank back onto the sofa cushion and closed her eyes.
10
ROMAN
He hated her self-consciousness about her body, hated whatever — whoever — had made her feel that way. He wanted to punish them for trying to wilt such a perfect flower.
Wanted to punish the whole world if it was to blame.
She was perfection — every soft, full inch of her — and he bent his head to her pussy greedily, inhaling her scent and nipping at the lush flesh of her inner thighs.
Her breath was shallow, her fingers tightening in his hair, making it clear that self-conscious or not, she wanted him right where he was. He was eager to take her to the playroom, strap her onto the padded platform, or better yet the St. Andrew’s cross, show her the pleasure that could be had when her hands were quite literally tied, when she had no choice but to let him roam her body — even the parts she didn’t like — with his hands and mouth.
But it was important that Ruby join him in the playroom of her own volition.
That shewantedto be there.
There was too much room for confusion, for miscommunication, and she was too important to him to let his sexual preferences ruin what was between them. When they went to the playroom, it would be because she was begging him to play.
And she would eventually beg. He was sure of it.
In the meantime, he was more than happy to have his way with her here on the sofa, in his bed, anywhere at all she would allow him the privilege.
He ran his thumb across the damp folds of her sex, relishing the way she wiggled her perfect ass to signal that she wanted more. Then he licked her from ass to clit before sucking the swollen seed into his mouth.
She gasped, tightening her fingers in his hair, bending her knees and letting them fall open to give him better access. This was one of the many things he loved about her: the way her self-consciousness subsided once he started eating her pussy, once he buried his cock inside her.
She was as voracious as he was — she just didn’t realize it yet.
Didn’t own it.
He would teach her.
He sucked at her clit, then lapped at it, painting over it in long strokes until she was grinding her hips against his face, her first orgasm building.
