He knows anyway.
“You could come like this, couldn’t you?”
I nod vigorously.
His lids drop. A dangerous smile curves his full lips. “Good girl. But next time. This time, you’re not allowed to come until you’re stuffed full of my cock and I tell you to.”
He gives my throbbing pussy another tweak with his fingers, then rises and heads back to my dresser. As he opens drawers and looks inside them, I move restlessly on the bed, pulling against the ties.
The sensation of being restrained is both terrifying and intensely erotic. I trust that Kage won’t hurt me, but there’s still a primal element of fear at being tied up. Being helpless.
I know that’s part of what’s making it so exciting, too.
He’s going to do with me as he likes, pushing me past my comfort level until I put the brakes on. The thought of what he could do—what he might do, if I let him—is driving me insane with want.
I’m one big raw, exposed nerve, electric and vulnerable.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
Then Kage turns around and my heart stops dead in my chest when I see what’s in his hands: a black silk scarf.
I know exactly what he’s going to do with it.
He murmurs, “You should see your face. Color?”
“G-green.”
He walks toward me so slowly, the anticipation builds until I almost scream. Then he bends down and plants his hands on the mattress on either side of my head.
“I adore you. Ready?”
Swallowing hard, I nod.
He gives me a soft kiss on the lips, then wraps the scarf around my head several times so I can’t see through it. My nose and mouth are still exposed, though, so I can breathe easily.
Well, I could breathe easily, if I weren’t too busy hyperventilating.
“Deep breaths, baby,” he says in a soothing murmur as he ties the ends of the scarf together over the bridge of my nose. “Don’t forget, you’re in charge.”
I’m in charge. I’m in charge. I’m in charge.
Holy shit, I think I’m dying.
He flattens his hand over my sternum and leaves it there for a moment as I struggle to control my breathing. I’m acutely aware of every part of my body, in a way I’ve never been before. I feel the blood rushing through my veins. I feel the air moving over all the tiny hairs on my arms. I feel like a fine-tuned weather instrument, taking the temperature of everything in the room with each electrified nerve and cell.
Kage sits beside me, radiating heat and power.
“You’re so beautiful. My beautiful girl. Tell me you’re mine.”
I lick my lips and say it, breathlessly.
He moves his hand from the center of my chest to one of my breasts, gently caressing it. He passes his thumb back and forth over my rigid nipple. He slides his hand down my belly and between my legs.
“Tell me this is mine.”
My answer is faint. “It’s yours. You know it is. I think my heart is giving out.”
“Hush now. No more sound unless I ask you a question.”
The bed moves, then I feel Kage’s hot mouth on the center of me. I draw in a hard breath as he slowly licks my clit, suckling it like he’s nursing. I spread my legs even wider, lifting my hips toward his mouth.
Then he’s eating me, rhythmically pinching both my hard nipples at the same time.
I moan, my head tipped back into the pillow.
When the light slap between my legs comes, I’m unprepared for it. I jerk hard against my restraints, gasping.
“I said, hush.”
His voice is intoxicating. Deep and low, it vibrates with power and potent masculinity.
I respond to it in a place far deeper than my conscious mind, instinctively obeying. Relaxing against the mattress, I give up trying to control my furious heartbeat, my ragged breathing, or the chaotic whirlwind in my mind.
I surrender to him completely.
Because he seems to know everything, he knows that, too.
He growls, “You were born to be mine. My queen. You don’t kneel for anyone but me. And I fucking worship you for it.”
He slaps my exposed, aching pussy again, slightly harder, testing me.
I suck in a hard breath through my nose, but stay silent.
My reward is his mouth, ravaging me between my legs.
When I’m panting and trembling all over, cresting the wave quickly taking me toward a burning bright peak, his mouth disappears. I lie silent and quaking on the bed, sweating, until I hear the bedside drawer slide open and the sound of Kage rummaging around in it.
He says to himself, “This one.”
There’s a soft click, then a buzzing sound fills the room. Then Kage’s hand is on my jaw, turning my head.
“Suck until I say stop.”
The head of his cock nudges my lips. I open them and take his erection into my mouth, sucking enthusiastically.
He slides the vibrator between my legs.
It’s exquisite torture, trying to breathe around his huge cock and not make a sound of pleasure as he slides the vibrator back and forth over my swollen, sensitive clit. When he pushes it gently inside me, I almost break and moan, but stop myself in time.
My hips, however, have a mind of their own. They rock back and forth wantonly as Kage fucks me with the vibrator and I deep throat his cock.
“Gorgeous,” he says through gritted teeth. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
My pulse is flying. I’m floating somewhere above my body, looking down, but I feel everything. Every vibration, every stroke, every throbbing vein in his dick as it slides against my tongue and lips.
I also feel powerful.
Because I know that if I say the word, all this stops. Even though it would kill him to stop, he’d do it instantly if that’s what I wanted.
I don’t want to. In fact, I’m hoping this will never end.
Breathing hard, he pulls out of my mouth. He removes the vibrator and turns it off. Then he gets onto the bed, opens my legs wider with his knees, and settles himself over me, balancing his weight on one elbow, my thighs spread open around his hips and his stomach pressed to mine.
He slides his cock through my wet folds, up and down, then nudges against my entrance until just the head pushes inside.
I arch, gasping, out of my mind with pleasure, desperate for him to thrust deep.
He doesn’t. Instead, he reaches around me and slides his hand between my ass cheeks until he finds that forbidden little knot of flesh.
He strokes it with his fingertip.
I’m wet there, too, from all the wetness produced by his mouth, the vibrator, and my level of extreme excitement. So wet, all it would take is a gentle push and his finger would slide inside.
My chest heaves against his. My whole body trembles. Helpless in their bindings, my hands curl to fists.
Into my ear, Kage says in a throaty voice, “Color?”
He holds himself still above me until I whisper, “Green.”
Then he takes my mouth and pushes his cock deep inside me.
He fucks me with one hand cupping the back of my head and the other fondling my ass, playing with it, not pressing in but simply stroking lightly, around and around.
The sensations are overwhelming.
Him, huge and hot on top of me, his cock, huge and hot inside of me, his tongue in my mouth and his fingers gently probing me from behind. I feel utterly surrounded by him. Swallowed by his dominating masculinity. Consumed.