Page 9 of Return To Love

Warmth from his damp skin beckoned her, and the cuffs at her ankles clinked as he tested them. Mona pressed her face into the duvet with a whimper, her muscles jumping with delight when his abrasive palms cupped her ass cheeks with relish. “I do not look at the face of my presents,” he said, easily faking a deep, formal timber. “It is only the pussy I’m after.”

Desire drizzled down her spine like warm honey, pooling at her core. God, the man was a natural.

Without meaning to, she rubbed her thighs together. Dampness seeped through her thong to coat them. Nearly two years of celibacy and hours of foreplay had her desperate to be filled up in every way.

“What do you mean, my lord?” she said, sounding appropriately whiny and scared.

In reward, or was it punishment, he kneaded the globes of her ass. “You speak too much. Wet holes are for being filled up,” Dom said, his rough, serrated breaths hitting her pulsing folds. Wait, where was he?

Dear God, he’d nudged his face between her thighs, right below her needy folds, balancing at the edge of the bed.

Anticipation drew her nipples painfully tight. Mona moaned long and loud when he licked her from her clit to slit before fucking her with the tip of his tongue. Sneaking up, his hands stroked and squeezed her breasts with a dominance that seared her.

Still, she needed more. “Please...” she whimpered.

“Please what?”

“My breasts and their peaks…ache,” she said, arching for his touch. “Won’t you suck them?”

His gravelly laughter echoed through her. When he twisted her nipple between his fingers, she nearly blacked out. “Like that, but more.”

He abandoned her breasts after one last squeeze. “I’m here for my pleasure. Not yours.”

She writhed and undulated, begging for more, the sounds that escaped her mouth erotic to her own ears. His wicked chuckles aroused her as much as his filthy words, her release a shimmering mirage just out of grasp.

On and on, Dom stroked and licked at her, slipping his clever tongue in and out of every crevice, making satisfied sounds that drove her out of her skin. “You taste sweet and tart. Just the way I like it.”

Her thighs trembled as she tried to lock him there, for eternity if possible.

His smug laugh as he slipped away echoed through her needy pussy, making her muscles clench on nothing.

“Please…I’m heating up,” Mona said, not needing to work at all to get into the role. As tightly wound as a coiled spring, all she could think of was the pressure breaking her apart. “They said I need to be pumped full of…medicine by you, my lord.”

“I’ll pump you full of it alright, Princess.” His fingers continued the assault his mouth had begun, dipping in and out of her pussy.

“Please, can I look at you now?” Mona begged, needing the face of the man she’d loved for so long to hold on to, even in the fantasy. After months of imagining Dom like this, she couldn’t bear to not see his face now.

“Then, will you shut up and take it like a good girl?”

“Yes, I’ll take anything you give me,” she said, pressing her cheek into the duvet so she could see him.

Dom’s smile was wicked and wild, his pupils blown with lust. His broad shoulders bunched tight, a damp sheen shimmering on his skin.

She struggled against the cuffs on her wrists, the lean sinews of his chest with a thick dusting of hair, inviting her touch. God, how she loved rubbing up her nipples against that, how she loved it when he sucked her tits.

And his denying her, bringing her to the edge and leaving her there, was making her delirious.

Still, pure joy cut through the frenzied desire as she noted the changes in his body. Even his abdomen had developed muscle definition now. Given he worked relentlessly with no consideration for his posture or energy or age, and both his parents had died very young, she’d worried so much about his health.

“You are a feast for my eyes, my lord,” she said in a simpering tone.

He drew a line down her spine, his touch feather-light when she needed firm. “You please me too, Princess. Every inch of you is…heaven I’ve forgotten existed.”

Pleasure rippled through her at his raw admission. “I’m…scared. Why am I bound like this?”

“For my use, what else?”

While she watched with wide eyes, he pulled his silk boxers over his tapered hips. His cock—fully erect and thickly veined—plopped into his palm.

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