Page 99 of The Dark Before Light

“Good,” I croon, releasing his balls. Grabbing the spool of rope, I crawl up his body. “I’m going to bind your arms now. If you touch me without permission or speak out of turn again, I’ll wrap your cock, too.”

He makes a choked noise, his eyes squeezing closed.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

The rope is bamboo, silky and soft but with reliable hold. Perfect for low-risk sensual play. I take my time wrapping his wrists and forearms, bending lower than necessary so my hair and breasts graze his face. Besides flaring nostrils and twitching lips, he stays perfectly still.

“I’m so proud of you,” I say as I sit back on my heels. “You look so beautiful with my knots on you.”

I unbutton my blouse, exposing my braless breasts, then lean forward again with my hands braced to either side of his head. Arching downward, I drag a peaked nipple across his lips. His brow furrows in agony.

“Suck,” I demand. “No biting.”

Wet heat surrounds my nipple. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling. A delicious current forms between my breast and pussy. I give it a few seconds, then offer him the other nipple.

“Again.”

He complies eagerly—so eagerly that my head falls forward and the ache between my legs grows distracting.

“Stop.”

He releases me. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“You’re welcome.” Smiling, I trail a fingernail down his forehead, follow the proud peak of his nose, the indent beneath, and finally press against his full lower lip. “Are you ready for your first reward?”

His eyes drift over my flushed face. “God, yes.”

I tap his lip and warn, “If you come, I’ll punish you.”

I don’t give him a chance to reply, swinging my leg across him so I’m on my knees above his face. “Make it good, Kieran,” I say as I lower myself to his mouth.

With a greedy moan, he devours my offering. Within seconds, I’m rocking against him, soaking his chin and whimpering as his tongue alternates between fucking me and lashing my clit. When he finds a rhythm that makes my legs shake, he doesn’t deviate from it. Not until I have to grab the headboard so I don’t fall over, not until I buck and cry out as searing waves of pleasure liquify my limbs. He flattens his tongue against my clit as I ride the orgasm to its trembling end.

As hard as it is, I drag myself off him, sinking onto my heels next to his shoulder. His eyes follow me, roaming my exposed breasts, my glistening pussy beneath the skirt bunched around my waist.

“Are you pleased, Talia?”

I consider punishment, then decide to give him a pass—I feel too good at the moment. “Yes. Are you?”

He licks his wet lips. “Very.”

Our gazes connect and hold. I can’t help the smile that curves over my face. His eyes crinkle, a precursor to the main event: crooked grin.

I love you.

I swallow the words with effort. His eyes soften like he heard them anyway, and our smiles slowly fade. I breathe through the unfamiliar sensation in my chest, the deep burn of an intimacy I’ve never felt before when dominating someone.

“Mo ghrá,” he whispers.

Snapping out of it, I twist his nipple. He grimaces, then laughs shortly.

“Sorry, sorry.”

I soothe the reddened skin with my fingertip, then trail my hands down his ridged stomach to his pelvis. Keeping my eyes on his face, I give his pubic hair a tug—he winces—then wrap my fingers around him. He shudders in relief. I stroke him up and down, my grip loose. When my thumb grazes sensitive nerves, his hips come off the bed.

“You’ve been very patient,” I murmur. “Was it hard not to come with my delicious cunt on your face?”

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