Page 85 of Healing the Heart

Cool and slick, he slid the rounded tip over her tight opening, preparing it before applying pressure. Instinctively, she tensed. Ordinarily, it was anexit only, after all.

“Breathe and relax your muscles,” he murmured in a deep hypnotic tone. When she followed his instructions, the slippery plug popped right in.

He tugged on it. The plug shifted, pressed against the ring of muscles, but it stayed in place.

“Very good. That should stay put.”

He surprised her again by lifting her and setting her back on her knees. She frowned and looked behind her when something brushed her legs again. She twisted one way and the other, which made Noah–er, um, the sultan–chuckle.

“What did you do?” she asked, frowning at him.

He arched a brow, which was enough to make her repeat her question in a more submissive and polite tone.

“If it pleases, master, your slave girl would like to know what that is? It tickles.”

His hand slid behind her neck and pressed her forward until her cheek rested against his bare foot and her plugged ass pointed high in the air.

“Every palace needs a sultan, and every sultan needs a precious pet. And every warm, soft, cute little kitty, which is my absolute favorite pet, needs a tail.”

She gasped as, with another tug, the plug slid out halfway then reseated. He also rubbed the softness, which she now recognized as fur, over her cheeks and thighs.

Her face flamed as hot as the sun and more liquid desire flooded her sex. Was there a limit to the naughty, perverted things he could do to her that wouldn’t turn her on?

His fingers trailed over the wetness that had trickled onto her inner thighs. “Kitty likes her new tail.” He patted her behind. “Go curl up on the bed and wait for me.”

After the last time, she knew better than to walk, so she crawled across the thick carpet to the huge satin-draped bed, feeling his eyes on her undulating ass and swishing tail as she went. The fullness of the plug shifting as she moved, and the brush of the fur on her sensitive places was enough to make her come. How depraved was she?

She was also panting and sweating a bit from holding off an orgasm, which would have disappointed her sultan greatly, as she climbed up on the platform and then up on the high, luxurious bed.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he declared, a rasp in his deep voice. “Expect to wear your tail often, sweet kitty cat.”

Her body humming with arousal, Fiona stretched, arching her back like a feline, then stretched out on the sumptuous satin sheets amid the myriad of pillows. His avid gaze, taking in her every move, made her feel not so much like a concubine wholived and breathed for her master’s pleasure but the pampered pet he’d made her.

Because she didn’t know how much longer she could hold off, she dared tease him a bit, parting her legs and running her hands between them. She bypassed her pussy—a no-no to play with unless she had permission—and glided her hands up her body, the entire time moaning softly, wishing her touch was his.

Naked, he entered the bed from the bottom, pushing her thighs wide as he settled between them. “Naughty kitty for teasing her master. Now, you’ll pay.”

His tongue licked hotly into her, making her cry out.

“No coming until I say,” he reminded her before going in for a second, more extensive taste. When his tongue circled her clit and two fingers sank into her already well-primed pussy, her body bowed off the bed. “Be still, unless you want to be restrained.”

“Yes! Because that’s the only way I’ll be able to.”

His face appeared above hers, serious now. They still hadn’t gone beyond self-restraint. “Are you certain?”

“I trust you, master. I’m certain.”

He considered her answer, his eyes searching her face, then he nodded.

“Not your hands. Those will remain free this first time.” He claimed a kiss with lips tasting of her. “My brave, beautiful girl,” he murmured into her mouth, his praise making her tremble.

True to his word, he left her hands unrestrained but cuffed and secured her ankles to the lower two posts of the four-poster bed. From beneath the mattress, he produced a strap that held her snugly around the middle. Then he returned to his place between her thighs and feasted—that was the only word that came to her pleasure-drugged brain—on her pussy.

When her fingers sank into his hair, he allowed it. When she moaned helplessly, he added a third finger. But when she beggedhim for release, he ignored her. Until she cried out, “I want to obey and please you, master, but I swear I can’t hold out another minute.”

He rose onto his knees and, twisting, released her ankles. But he didn’t allow them to wind around him as she wanted. Instead, he pressed her knees to her chest, holding her there with his body while he linked her ankle cuffs to the posts at the top of the bed.

Gasping for breath and struggling not to come, she gazed at him between her widely parted thighs and splayed pussy. “Please, my sultan. Have mercy.”

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