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Anticipation crawled up my spine as my boots slid over the wood in the hallway. The key turned in the lock and I felt her body jerk. She didn’t know what was coming, what I did to bad girls. She was about to get up close and personal with the dark play I was so fond of.
My hands molded to the luscious ass I’d been meaning to bite as I let her slide down the front of my body. From this angle, I could see the swell of her gorgeous tits rising and falling with each labored breath she took through the gap of the V-neck T-shirt she wore.
“Do you know what I’m going to do?” She shuddered as I ran my nose along her neck, drinking in her floral scent. “Tie you to my bed, your legs splayed apart for my pleasure. You’ll want to come, but I won’t let you. Not even when you beg for it. And you will.”
A tortured moan left her parted lips, the sound going straight to my already swollen cock. Her eyelashes fluttered for a second before the green strands around her irises came into view, her teeth biting into her full bottom lip. My thumb drifted along her lip to separate them. They were mine to torture.
Her breath was a hot kiss against my skin as she spoke. “You’re going to tie me up and not let me…”
My angel couldn’t even say the word come, and she already had my cock weeping for her. Sticking to my punishment might be tougher than I thought.
“Yes. Does that bother you?”
“No,” she said without hesitation, her eyes wide. “Just. Can I have a safe word or something? You know”—she looked down—“in case I freak out.”
My finger caressed along the side of her jaw, tilting her chin until she met my eyes. “Mój aniol, you command the devil, even while he punishes you. Ask me to cut down a thousand men for you and I would kill them all without blinking an eye. Want your enemies to grovel before you? Consider it done. But never think of yourself as powerless. Not even when I have you chained to my bed.”
“How do you always manage to do that?” she asked, a touch of awed wonder in her voice.
“Do what?”
“Make me come alive.”
Her words were a conundrum, one I’d have to solve when I had more blood flow to the right head. The only thing I could focus on now was my desire to torture her heated flesh as she twisted and turned underneath me, begging for me to allow her to come.
My fingers trailed a path down to the hem of her shirt, bunching it in my hand before lifting it over her head. Lace stretched over her pebbled nipples, hiding them from my view until I unclasped the front enclosure. Her tits bounced free, twin peaks of creamy perfection begging to bare my mark. All in due time.
She stood there, eyes wide but focused on me, as I slid her pants and underwear down her legs, baring her perfect pink pussy. I’d never been the praying sort, but I’d happily get on my knees and worship at the altar of her cunt. It was as if it were made to give me pleasure, my personal playground, a place where I finally felt free of the coldness that clung to me like a shroud.
My hand pressed her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed, her lips parting on a gasp as she fell onto it. I yanked open the drawer of the bedside table and found what I wanted underneath a package of zip ties.
She leaned back against the bed, a soft gasp spilling from her lips when I bent over and pulled out the knife strapped to my ankle. It cut through the length of softly woven rope like butter, each piece long enough to secure her to the bedposts while still allowing a comfortable range of motion.
Her eyes darkened, the color more moss than gold now, as she watched me tie the knots that bound one of her wrists. God, my angel was a vision, and both of her arms weren’t even bound yet. I made my way around the bed, carefully securing each of her limbs, before I stepped back to admire my handiwork.
Sheer perfection. Her cheeks were rosy, the golden strands of her hair cascading around her head like a waterfall, the pearls I loved so much resting against the base of her throat, and her chest rising and falling in even measured breaths. Lava filled my veins as my eyes wandered down her body, planning where I would mark her. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, I stopped, almost coming in my jeans at the sight before me.
Her wet pussy glistened in the fading afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. She was glorious. A wet dream come to life. If I had any artistic talent at all, I would sit here and paint her. She’d be my own Madonna.
“Hunter.” My eyes traveled up to her face, watching as her tongue darted out to lick her pink lips. “You’re… staring. At my, well, you know. While you’re fully clothed.”
“Not for long.” My eyes wandered back down to her naked pussy as I tossed my cut onto the chair. “I plan on tormenting every inch of the creamy skin I’ve been admiring.”
She inhaled sharply, the scent of her desire teasing my nostrils as she shifted on the bed. Her eyes tracked the progress of my T-shirt as I lifted it up and over my head, the heat of her stare on my chest and abs burning me. A soft feminine gasp fell from her lips as I freed my cock from the confines of my jeans and damn if the sound didn’t make him strain toward her.
My entire body was hard and aching to fill her. To fuck her into oblivion until neither of us could move. But there was so much I wanted to do to her before that happened.
Her head tilted to the side, wisps of hair that had covered part of her face now cascading over her shoulder as I crawled up the bed. The second my lips touched her pussy it was as if she were being shocked. Her head tilted back, lips parted on a wordless cry, back bowed, and tits jiggled, the rope pulling taut against her limbs. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
After a minute, her body relaxed against the bed, her chest heaving and her legs shaking. That was when I inserted one of my thick digits past her slick folds. Her entire sex clenched around my curled finger, her bonds stretching tight again as her body bowed from the stimulation to both her G-spot and her clit.
“Holy Balls!”
My angel was a sight to behold when she was in the throes of pleasure, and as much as I wanted to watch her come, I couldn’t. Not until we were clear on who owned her. The pitiful whimper she let out at the loss of my finger almost made me change my mind. Almost.
She shivered as cool air brushed over her barren sex. Glistening. Ready for the taking. She didn’t complain or say even a word. Just that pitiful whimper. Looked like I needed to up my game.
Spreading her sex, my tongue lapped up her juices. She tasted as sweet as she smelled, and I doubted I’d ever get enough of her flavor. I was addicted from the first burst that hit my tongue. Hell, eating her pussy just might be my new favorite hobby.
