Finally Corbin released my nipple and Ipromptly gave him the other one. He sucked it harder than thefirst, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could. Hiseyes, which seemed a little bluer than they had been, were lockedwith mine as he nursed hard on my tender peak, making me moan andsquirm with pleasure.
“I like this,” he said at last, his deepvoice hoarse with lust when I finally pulled away. “I like beinghelpless under you, darling.”
“You like being my sex slave?” I tauntedhim, cupping my breasts and pinching the nipples for his benefit.“You like it when I tease you and you can’t do anything aboutit?”
“Yes,” he breathed, his eyes devouring mybody. “Gods, you’re beautiful, Addison. So fucking gorgeous—I havemissed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” I murmured and reacheddown to cup his scratchy cheek. Was it my imagination or did hisskin feel a little warmer than it had? “And if you liked the firstpart, you’re going to love what comes next.”
Giving him a naughty smile, I moved down thebed until I was cupping the hard ridge of his cock. I rubbed itwith a slow, up and down stroke until he groaned. The denim of hisjeans was rough under my fingers and I could feel his heat throughit. Good, I was glad I was having an effect on him. This wouldn’thave worked otherwise.
It might not work now, whispered alittle voice in my head. Or it might work too well and you’llend up dead.
I pushed it away and smiled at Corbin. “Howdo you like that, Master?”
“I never said you had to call me that,” heprotested with a groan when I rubbed his hard shaft again. “Gods,Addison, you are driving me crazy.”
“And I’m just getting started.” I winked athim and reached over the bed to rummage around in my overnight bag.I found what I was looking for and came up with a sharp little pairof sewing scissors. It would have been easier to strip him before Ichained and cuffed him to the bed, but I hadn’t been certain Icould do that and the main thing was to get him tied down. Thescissors seemed a practical solution—I was just glad he wasn’twearing one of his ultra-expensive hand tailored designersuits.
“This is my favorite shirt,” he protested asI started at the hem of his blue t-shirt and began to snip throughthe soft cotton.
“Too bad,” I said ruthlessly. “It has tocome off. I want you naked under me, Corbin. Naked and helpless andhot.”
His eyes flashed, looking bluer all thetime. “I thought you were a novice at dirty talk, but you seem tobe doing well enough now.”
“Thank you,” I said primly, putting down thescissors. I was going to use them on his jeans in a minute butfirst I wanted to admire his top half.
“Mmm,” he rumbled as I stroked over thehard, muscular planes of his chest. “Rub yourself against me,Addison. Let me feel your naked breasts against my skin.”
I was happy to comply. I laid myself acrosshim and rubbed, pressing my still bare breasts and tight nipplesagainst his flesh. He seemed warmer all the time, part of me noted.The other part was too busy enjoying the feel of my bare skinagainst his to worry about anything else.
Slowly, I made my way down his torso until Iwas back at his crotch.
“I hope this isn’t your favorite pair ofjeans,” I told him, holding up the scissors. “Because they have togo too.”
He laughed and I thought he sounded almostlike his old self. “I suppose I must make the sacrifice.”
His words sent a shiver through me—he’dalready made one sacrifice when he laid down his life for me. Wouldthe risk I was taking now—the sacrifice of my life plus the agony Iwas sure to endure if things went wrong—top that? Would it undo thework of the soul eater?
God, I hoped so.
“Here goes nothing,” I told him and startedsnipping.
The denim was a lot tougher to get throughbut the scissors were really sharp—probably because I’m not verydomestic and hardly ever do any sewing. They made short work ofCorbin’s jeans and boxers. Since I had already removed his shoeswhen I chained his ankles, I now had him completely naked andspread eagle in the middle of the bed.
His body was a feast for the eyes. Most men,in my opinion, don’t look very good naked. They might look okaywith their shirt off, but then you get the pants off and discoverthey have skinny little chicken legs or no ass to speak of.
Not Corbin. He was perfect everywhere—allsmooth, powerful lines of long, hard muscle. And that included hiscock.
I gripped the long, hard shaft that rosefrom between his thighs in one hand and stroked him firmly, teasinga pearly droplet of pre-cum to the tip. Then, keeping my eyeslocked with his, I leaned down and lapped it off, running my tongueslowly around the flaring crown until he groaned deep in histhroat.
“Gods, Addison!”
“How does it feel to be the helpless one?” Itaunted him, going back for a second taste. He was delicious—saltyand warm and satiny smooth against my tongue. His scent wasstronger here too and I liked it—that spicy, masculine, ocean-saltfragrance that seemed to invade my senses and speak to somethinginside me that was purely feminine and totally aroused.
“I love it,” he admitted in a low, roughvoice. “But I would love it even more if you would tease me withyour pussy. Come, Addison, let me taste you.”
His words sent a hot shiver through me. Icould feel my pussy getting hot and wet, swollen with need at theway he was looking at me.
“Is that what you want?” I teased. Sittingup on my knees, I spread my thighs wide and reached into my redlace panties to cup my pussy. Sure enough I could feel the wet heatagainst my palm. I slipped two fingers inside myself and moaned atthe delicious tingling pleasure as I caressed my clit.
Corbin’s eyes were heavy with lust. “Comehere,” he growled. “But take off the damn panties first. Or else Iwill bite them off.”
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