“What, this?”
He pushes his finger in deeper, then sucks on my clit, swirling his tongue around and around until I’m moaning, helpless, telling him in a garbled rush how much I love it. How much I need it.
How much I need him.
“Do you want to come on my cock or my face first, love?”
Love.
I sob, rocking my hips. My heart expands inside my chest until there’s no room for anything else. Not even my lungs. I’m so full of emotion, I can hardly breathe.
When I don’t answer him, Kage crawls up my body and takes my face in his hands. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
I taste myself on him. His heart pounds against my chest.
He says raggedly, “Are you my good girl? Are you mine?”
My eyes drift open. He hovers above me, beautiful and intense, his eyes fierce with craving.
A thrill goes through me. I feel like I’m flying and falling, both at once.
My voice comes out in the barest of whispers. “Yes. I’m yours. I’m all yours. Please fuck me.”
He reaches down between us, unbuckles his belt, and fumbles with his zipper. “Say it again.”
“Please fuck me.”
“No, not that.”
His cock springs loose from his slacks. He’s hot and hard against me, nudging, wanting to slide in.
“I—I’m yours. Only yours. All of me.”
He shoves inside me with a grunt of satisfaction, then supports himself on his elbows as he kisses me deeply again, pulling my hair.
Pulling my hair and fucking me, driving into me hard.
I try to hold on, to make it last, but I’m already falling apart at the seams. The feel of him stretching me open, thrusting into me, hearing him moan in pleasure into my mouth as he takes me—it’s all too much.
I climax with a violent, sudden jerk. Throwing my head back against the bed, I cry out, convulsing.
As I orgasm, Kage lets loose a filthy stream of praise and adoration, growled hotly into my ear.
“Fuck yes, you better come hard for me, my beautiful girl. You’re fucking drenched, so wet, so tight, so perfect. I love the way you feel. I love the way you taste. How you sound. How you smell. You drive me so goddamn crazy. I went nuts being away from you for so long. Away from your sweet smile and smart mouth and this gorgeous cunt that belongs to me, only to me—”
When I lift my bound arms from over my head and drop them around his neck, he freezes.
“Oh no,” he breathes. “What did you do?”
Writhing underneath him, I shake my head and whimper a denial.
His voice turns dark. “Yes, you know.” He grabs my wrists and presses them back to the pillow over my head.
Panicking, I blurt, “I said you couldn’t spank me!”
“I know, baby. Shh.” He kisses me softly. “I’ll never do anything you say no to. Okay?”
Relaxing a little, I nod.
He kisses me again, then murmurs, “So what do you say to being tied up and blindfolded?”
Whatever my face is doing, it makes him grin. “You like that idea.”
“I don’t know. It sounds kinky. I’m not kinky.”
“Says the girl with a huge collection of sex toys and a vocabulary that would make a dominatrix blush.”
He thrusts into me again, gently biting my neck, then whispers, “I want to make you come when you’re restrained. Blindfolded, restrained, and begging.”
“The deal is you only get to do to me what you let me do to you. Remember?”
“Funny, I don’t remember agreeing to that deal.”
“Would you, though? Because it would make me feel a lot better. Safer, I mean.”
He lifts his head and examines my expression. After a moment, he says, “Yes.”
Feeling a combination of fear and excitement, I whisper, “Really?”
“If that’s what you want. Yes.”
He thrusts again. And again. His breathing grows ragged.
I think this topic of conversation is exciting him, too.
“So you’d…you’d let me spank you?”
His lids lower. A muscle flexes in his jaw. On another roll of his hips, he says, “Yes. Then I’d fuck you so hard after, you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.”
“You’d let me tie you up and blindfold you? Make you come when you were restrained?”
His eyelids flutter. He says roughly, “I’ve never let anyone do that to me before.”
“Would you let me do it?”
His hips move faster. The hand around my wrists tightens. He licks his lips. “Yes.”
“Would you let me touch you where you touched me…in the back? You know.”
He does know. His eyes are so hot and dark, they’re almost burning a hole in my head. He growls, “I’ve never let anyone do that, either.”
What is this strange sense of power coursing through me? I feel like I could order a mountain to get out of my way, and it would.
Looking up into his eyes as he continues to fuck me, I whisper, “But you’d let me do it, wouldn’t you?”
In a move so fast, it’s a blur, Kage withdraws from me and drags me off the bed. He sits on the edge, pushes me to my knees between his spread legs, grabs his jutting erection in his fist, and stares down at me with eyes like fire.
He says through gritted teeth, “Yes. Do you want to?”
I smile at him. “No. I just needed to see if you’d let me.”
“Little witch. You really deserve that spanking. Now be good and suck the cum out of my dick.”
He slides a hand around my neck and pulls my head down to his hard cock, glistening with my wetness.
I open my mouth and take him in, as far as he can go, all the way down to the root.
He groans, flexing his hips. “Ah, fuck, baby. That mouth.”
My hands are still tied together with my wrists, but I raise them and wrap both around Kage’s slick shaft so I can better control the depth of his thrusting.
Despite Sloane’s accusation that I don’t have a gag reflex, I’m not superhuman. My eyes are already watering.
Keeping one hand around my throat, Kage fists the other in my hair and stares down at me as I suck and stroke him. He whispers something brokenly in Russian as he watches my mouth with avid eyes.
He likes it. He loves it.
And so do I.
I close my eyes and suck harder, stroke faster, swirl my tongue around the engorged crown. He grunts in pleasure, fucking my mouth and holding my head steady.
Then he shudders and groans, long and low. His hand tightens in my hair.
He whispers harshly, “I’m close. I want you to swallow every drop, then lick me clean.”
I can’t speak, so I open my eyes and say yes silently as I stare up at him.
He drops his head back, moans my name, and shudders again. His hand around my throat is hot and shaking.
When he erupts, it’s with an abrupt hip thrust and a shout toward the ceiling.
His cock throbs against my tongue. Tears stream down my cheeks. I have to take shallow breaths though my nose as I swallow. He takes his hand away from my throat and cradles my head as he continues to come, pumping his hips and moaning lustily. “Ahh—ahh—ahh—”
He collapses against the mattress with a final shudder, then heaves a sigh.
As for me, I sit up a little on my knees so I can start cleaning.