Page 16 of Only For Your Touch
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, the cost of his control serrating his voice.
But she shook her head, once more glancing in the direction of the ring and cuffs. “Over there. I’ll let you use my mouth, but over there.”
He didn’t answer, didn’t move. Just studied her in that unnerving, piercing way of his. His expression revealed nothing, but she could imagine the struggle taking place. This proud, dominant man had probably never submitted to anyone, much less agreed to an exchange of power during sex. The few times he’d yielded to her had been nothing compared to what she asked of him now—to be physically restrained, to be at her mercy, receiving what she decided to give him. It required trust. And because she doubted he’d rendered himself vulnerable for anyone else—another woman—it made her crave it even more.
But the seconds stretched, and just as she accepted he wasn’t going to concede, he moved across the room and stopped under the suspension contraption. Slowly, he lifted his arms. Buckled his right wrist. Then, the give in the chain connecting the cuffs allowed him to fasten his left. That quick he was restrained… At her command.
She stalked over to him, feeling his eyes on her skin like a physical caress. God, she loved it. Stopping in front of him, she stared. Even cuffed, power emanated from him. His muscles strained, and he was far from relaxed. But yet, he stood, letting her run this. Closing her eyes, she put her palms on his abdomen and again relished in the steely feel of him under her hands. She stroked up his chest, over his shoulders, and back down to his belt.
Urgency nipped her. Anticipation and hunger flowed through her like a molten river. Kneeling, she focused on releasing his belt and, as she undid the buckle, couldn’t help but recall the last thing he did to her with his belt. Her pussy clenched in remembrance.
Part of her whispered,Slow down, savor this. But the bigger, greedier part of her craved him in her hand, on her tongue. Hurried, with a hint of desperation, she tackled his pants, tugging down the zipper, and spreading the sides wide. A needy rumble she didn’t know she was capable of emitting rolled out of her as she pulled at his black boxer briefs and reached inside.
Folded her fingers around his cock.
Hot. Steel. Power.
He pulsed in her hand, so big and hard. And, God, big.
And beautiful. She’d never thought of a penis as lovely before. But this was Sasha. Nothing about him was imperfect. Not the long, thick length of him, corded with veins, or the wide, flared base surrounded by a dense crop of dark-blond curls. Or the swollen, almost brutish, ruddy cap. A cap that already gleamed with a drop of pre-cum.
Her mouth watered for a taste. Had she ever been so hungry? Nothing had ever instilled this kind of craving. Humming low in her throat, she licked the slit, lapping up the moisture.
Musky. Tangy. Him. And so good.
Above her a dark, harsh groan reverberated.
She glanced up, and his muscles stood out in stark relief, his sharply hewn face a mask of lust. His lips pulled into a grim line, the skin across his cheekbones taut, and his eyes… His eyes blazed down at her, and even with him cuffed to that ring, she felt like the rabbit hunted and cornered by the wolf.
Keeping his gaze, she fisted the bottom half of his cock and pumped it, coaxing more cum to the tip. Once more she licked him clean, swirling her tongue around him, savoring him. And then she forgot about teasing him—she got lost in his flavor, in the heavy feel of him in her hand. And she needed more.
Lowering her lashes, she parted her lips. Sucked him in. She arrowed his dick into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the flared edge. His hips jerked, thrusting more of his length into her, and she pulled back, releasing him, loosening her hold on his flesh.
“Hold still, Sasha,” she murmured, rubbing her lips down the throbbing column. “You want to fuck my mouth, it’s going to be at my pace. So hold still and take it.”
His jaw clenched tight, but he nodded.
“Good. You’re so good,” she praised, taking him inside once more and rewarding him with a strong, hard suck. She took more of him, her stroking fist bumping her lips. She jerked his pants farther down his hips and slipped inside his boxers again, cupping his balls. She massaged the heavy weight, never easing up on his cock. Trying to take more and more of him. Sasha’s thighs trembled and strained, but he didn’t move his hips, as she’d ordered him. But now, only he could help her get what she needed. More of him.
“Tell me what to do,” she said, even then, not asking. Telling. “Teach me how.”
“Open wide,lisichka,” he grated. “Flatten your tongue and slide me forward.Fuck,” he groaned, when she did as he instructed. “Yes, baby, just like that. God, your mouth. So fucking good. Now close your lips around me.”
She slid back and forth over his rock-hard flesh. There was so much of him he damn near filled her mouth. Caused her jaw to ache with the effort of containing him. And she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She knelt before him, but she was the one with the control. The power.
“Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose, and control and relax your throat. You said you wanted me there. Said I could be the first,” he reminded her.
“Yes,” she rasped, swiping more of the pearled moisture from his slit. Dragging her fist over the head, she used his own cum to further wet her hand to give him a smooth, healthy pump. “I want you inside me. Ask me to give it to you. Beg me,” she whispered.
Again, that almost feral gleam entered his eyes.
“Let me fuck your throat,lisichka,” he murmured. “Let me have that hot, tight, virginal tunnel squeeze my cock. Let me have a hint of what having my cock buried in your pussy will be like. Please give it to me, baby.”
Begging. That wasn’t begging. That was verbal foreplay. Her clit pulsed, moisture spilling out to dampen her panties. Her nipples ached with the need to pinch and twist them, but that would mean letting go of his dick, his balls. And she wasn’t ready for that.
She leaned into him, letting his flesh thrust forward, move toward her throat. Deliberately breathing through her nose, she swallowed him. Allowed him to breach her. Quelling the instinctive reaction to pull back, she tamed her gag reflex and slid him farther inside.
“Goddamn,” Sasha growled. She released him, drew back, and glanced up at him. His head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck like cords against his skin. But then he snapped forward as if he couldn’t bear not seeing her suck him. “Again,lisichka. Again.”
