Page 55 of Healing the Heart

When she complied, he nodded. “This is an exercise in self-restraint. I’m in control, but it’s you, not leather cuffs and chains, who must keep you where I want you. The consequence for moving your hands again”—he released her—“I stop what I’m doing.”

Losing his touch was an excellent punishment because her body longed for more, and all she could think of was getting it back.

He caught her chin and held her gaze before he explained further. “The key to this is that you’re free to move whenever you want. It’s your choice, Fiona. Always. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Are you up for more?”

“Please.”

“Also good because I’m not done playing with your beautiful body.” His breath washed warmly over the achy tip of an upthrust breast as he leaned in and licked it. “My rule about not coming without permission is still in effect.”

With his hands spanning her waist, he lifted her until she was standing. He tossed the pillows aside and lay flat. “Okay, kitten. Sit on my face.”

“What? No!” She’d be too self-conscious. No way could she relax enough to—

His hand connected with her behind. When her eyes dropped to his in surprise, but she didn’t otherwise react, he smiled up at her. “You didn’t so much as flinch with that swat. That’s promising. But you do not say no to your dom, unless it’s prefaced with your safeword. Now, sit.”

“I thought I was a kitten, not a dog,” she grumbled, which earned her a smack for impertinence on her other cheek.

No panic or flashbacks ensued. Sneaky dom. Make her do something shocking and out of her comfort zone then slide in his test. Point to him. Two points with the addition of self-restraint, also a sly tactic.

Carefully, she squatted over his face, her pussy aligned with his mouth. His eyes were visible, gazing up at her as he dragged his tongue slowly through the parted folds.

She whimpered, already feeling a burn in her thighs from the position.

“Straddle me on your knees, Fiona. I might be here awhile.”

She squeaked. Afraid this was just the beginning of what he would ask of her—but also delighting in the thrill of the unexpected.

On her knees was better, but she was still afraid of suffocating him and withheld her weight. He caught on quickly, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and pulled her down to him. He spread her open with his fingers this way, and she soon found herself as fascinated by the rapid movements of his tongue on her clit as she was aroused.

“You’re going to make me come, sir.”

“You’d better not,” he warned, sucking hard on the sensitive nub then soothing it with a gentle lick. “Naughty girls who disobey don’t get rewards.”

She whimpered. “You’re killing me, Master Noah.”

He clamped the pulsing bud between his teeth and spoke around it. “We don’t have all day, and I’m eager to break my fast, little subbie. Give me your honey—all over my tongue.” The things he said would make the most experienced sub turn seven shades of red, so she didn’t stand a chance.

With his permission, she didn’t hold back, quickly losing herself in the incredible sensations he evoked. Her worries that she was too heavy or he wouldn’t like her taste or a million and one other things faded away as she soared, her body convulsing in ecstasy as her fingers interlocked, gripping hard, and proving under extreme duress, she could not only obey but restrain herself.

Suddenly, she felt herself flying in another way, as he lifted her off his face and sat up. With speed and incredible dexterity, he rolled on a condom—again thinking clearly enough to protectthem both—then he ordered in a passion-gruff voice, “Straddle me, beautiful, and take me deep.”

Even though she hadn’t fully recovered, his words had her teetering on the brink again. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance, earning her two more crisp swats on the ass.

Her gaze met his. “But how—”

“Squat like you did over my face. As hard as I am for you, finding where I’m going won’t be an issue.”

She felt the burn deep in her muscles as she lowered herself. If this was going to be a regular thing, she needed to begin a thigh workout program asap. He was right, as usual. The head of his cock slid easily into her drenched center with only a barely perceptible shift from him. He let her glide down his length, filling and stretching her deliciously until, with a sigh, she took him all.

“Damn, kitten. You’re tight and so fucking wet, I won’t last long. Ride me.”

She froze. Getting down was easy compared to going back up. “I don’t think I can, sir. My leg muscles on their own aren’t strong enough.”

“Not a problem, kitten.”

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