He smiled. A sub shouldn’t be terrified, but a little anxiety was good. He ran a finger between her pretty breasts down the center of her stomach. “Just enjoying the view, sugar. I like to look at you.”
She blushed, the compliment confusing her more than anything he’d done yet.
He leaned down and pleased himself by taking her lips, easing into a demanding kiss. She tasted of orange juice with her own sweetness underneath. He pulled back and ran his finger over her wet lips. “I intend to put that mouth to a different use one of these days. Will that be a problem?”
She had just enough time to shake her head before he held her head between his hands and captured her mouth again. The little quiver, the slight arch of her body said she liked being secured and overpowered.
And he enjoyed the hell out of doing it. He moved down her body, spent some time bringing her nipples to a darker color, sucking the velvety tips until they peaked long and narrow. Until the scent of her arousal surrounded her body.
“Spread your legs for me.” He waited until she complied, her eyes holding just a touch of fear now. Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow. Since the gentle path of time and communication-and
He studied her and then smiled. How many times could he get her off before her eyes would lose the wariness and look only dazed?
With firm fingers, he spread her pussy lips open, exposed her glistening clit, and sucked it into his mouth. Her cry rang through the room, and he could see her hands grasp the iron bars of the headboard.
No screaming? She wasn’t losing it yet, then. He slid up her body, covering her, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest. She felt so delicate with little hipbones poking him and a prominent collarbone to slide his tongue over. She blinked at him, and he saw awareness return a little too quickly. Yes, he definitely had work to do yet.
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
She probably didn’t realize how much he enjoyed eating pussy. Many Doms didn’t. More fools them. A woman was never more vulnerable than when bound with her legs spread wide and a tongue on her clit. “We’ll see if you still thank me when I’m done.”
As her brows drew together, he snatched another kiss before returning to his labors. He added some finger- fucking. She had a nice snug little sheath and an easily accessible G-spot. When she arched up this time, a high cry escaped her. Not quite a scream, but not bad. When he lay back over her, her breathing sounded ragged, and her heart rate had definitely increased.
“Thank you,” she said, looking unsure whether he should be thanked. Three orgasms in a fifteen-minute period didn’t seem like much to him, but she’d had a long dry spell there. “What about you, Sir?”
The question, despite her obvious shrinking away, warmed his heart, and he ran a finger over her soft cheek. “You’re right, little rabbit; it’s my turn.” Remembering the Dom who’d taken her earlier, he added, “I don’t think I’ll need any lube, do you?”
She flushed.
Beth prepared herself mentally as Sir rolled off her to kneel beside his toy bag. She didn’t mind being taken, not really, although it didn’t do anything for her, and made her feel…used…sometimes, like just a-
He stripped off his shirt, and her mind blanked. His chest seemed bigger as the shadowy light flickered over strong pectorals and ridged abdominal muscles. With easy movements, he undid his leathers and sheathed himself in a condom. He took something from his bag. Picking up her feet, he slid it up her legs. She lifted her head. It looked almost like a thong with a tiny rubber triangle. He adjusted the soft piece until it lay right on top of her clit. Her very sensitive clit.
“What’s that?”
“You’ve never played with a butterfly before?” The sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “We’ll discuss your impressions later tonight.” After dropping a tiny device beside her head, he settled on top of her, kneeing her legs apart. The bare skin of his chest felt searingly hot against her breasts. His thick erection pressed against her pussy, and he reached down to swirl it in her wetness. When he picked up the little device and something clicked, she realized it was a remote control.
The butterfly thing hummed, vibrating gently on her clit. She stiffened at the feel of it, her mouth dropping open when her body began to rouse in spite of how many times she’d come.
He smiled, his eyes hungry. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping hard enough to have her jerk, hard enough to send zinging sensations through her body to join the seething tension pooling in her lower half from the…thing.
Her hips rocked up and down as she approached another climax. Her vagina involuntarily tightened, and her legs, pressed widely open by his body, trembled.
“I think you’re ready, now, don’t you?” he murmured. With one hand, he positioned himself and thrust into her, deep and fast.
Every nerve in her body short-circuited all at once. “Aaah!” Electricity shot from her pussy through her, searing all the way to her toes and fingertips. Her vagina convulsed around his cock.
“There’s a good girl,” he murmured and took her mouth for a deep kiss. When he drew back, he braced himself on his forearms and looked in her eyes, then smiled slightly at whatever he’d seen.
She sure didn’t know. She felt confused, like she’d fallen into a different world, one filled with heat and sensation and light. Stunned, she realized the vibrations over her clit had stopped.
Her breathing slowed eventually, and her heart stopped hammering on the inside of her ribs. After a minute, she frowned.
He grinned at her, the amusement in his eyes as obvious as his enjoyment of her. And then he moved, pushing his cock deeper into her, and she realized he’d barely entered her before. Oh, God, he was much, much bigger than she was used to. She began to feel overstretched, filled unbearably full. She yanked at her hands, wanting to push him away, but he continued relentlessly, his black gaze focused on her eyes, her face.
Finally he stopped, and she could feel his balls pressing against her. His cock was so thick in her that she could barely breathe.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked. As if he didn’t know.
“Yes.” But her body had begun to adjust, the devastating sense of invasion subsiding. “No. No, Sir.”
“Honest sub.” His eyes warmed with approval in a way that made her feel…good. Valued.
As her body relaxed, her hands unfisted, and she drew a deeper breath.
“There we go.” His lips curved. He moved inside her, and she gasped at the overwhelming feeling. He slid out slowly, pressed back in, and continued, increasing his speed by fractions.
There was no pain now. She didn’t feel all that involved, but tried to cooperate, tightening her muscles, moving her hips.
He chuckled and captured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. “Sex is a team sport, sugar.” Reaching over her head, he hit the remote, and the butterfly thing hummed right over her clit. The vibrations were faster and stronger this time. He moved inside her relentlessly now, each thrust slamming the thing into her.
As the intense vibrations pulsed into her clit, her insides flared to life as if a fire had been sparked. Her pussy contracted as each stroke sent her higher. Her clit throbbed, the slide of his cock wakening more nerves with each long glide. Her hips pressed up trying to get more.
When he slowed, she whimpered.
The vibrations stopped, but somehow her clit seemed to have absorbed them, leaving her body strung taut, right on the edge. “Please, Sir.” She pushed her hips up.
He lowered his weight, keeping her immobile. Balancing on his elbows, he set his big hands on each side of her face, forcing her to look into his dangerous eyes. “Do you like having me inside you, Beth?” He moved just enough to send shudders through her.
