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She moved her hands away completely, letting my cock drop down against my groin with a slick thud.
The fuck!?
I groaned, reaching for her, but she pulled away from my mouth and slapped my hands away with a chuckle.
“I told you to make me cum.Me.I said nothing about you cumming.”
Fucking hell. That vixen. That diabolical vixen of a woman. I was about to — I was about to beg and plead for mercy, because Dominatrix Kenna was the hottest fucking thing on the goddamned planet. No, the universe.
“Please…” I whimpered. Yup, that’s right. I whimpered.
“Make me cum, then,” she spoke back tersely, looking back at me with a look that had me seeing her in all leather with a riding crop. I made a mental note to make my own contribution to her toy collection tonight.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her in again, and ate her delicious pussy with a hunger I typically kept in check. I devoured her, giving over to a more primal part of my nature; letting my pure need take over.
She reached back, grabbing hold of the headboard as her body tensed above me. Her thighs shook, and she said something. I didn’t listen. I focused on her body above me. Her thighs trembling around my ears. Her clit vibrating between my lips. Her pussy dripping onto my face as she neared orgasm.
“Jude!” her voice cried out, unrestrained and loud as fuck as her orgasm hit hard. I could barely breathe. Her pussy suffocating me as she pressed down and squeezed her thighs. I felt light-headed. I felt dizzy. I felt fan-fucking-tastic.
She finally slumped to the side, her orgasm subsiding, and I gasped in a much-needed breath.
“That was…” I huffed out, catching my breath.
“So good,” she laughed, still finding her own breath. I took only a moment before sitting up and moving back to the foot of the bed, moving her to lay on her back again as I did.
“My turn,” I promised, situating her as I wanted her to be. “Just lay back and let me play.”
She giggled; her face blissed out in post orgasmic bliss.
‘Oh, and Kenna?” I asked sweetly. “Payback is a mother-fucking bitch.”
The way her eyes popped open was almost comical. Good. I hope she had enjoyed that orgasm because she wouldn’t be having another one anytime soon.
“Do you trust me?” I asked in all seriousness. I held up a scarf, and she nodded her head. Taking her hands in one of mine, I pulled them to the headboard, tying them carefully. She could easily slip out of them, but the point was made. I wanted her hands up, and I wanted them to stay that way.
“Good?” I asked, searching her eyes for any sign of reservation or discomfort. She quirked an eyebrow at me. I swear it was a challenge.
“Good,” I repeated, tapping her cheek only slightly harder than a tiny pat. Her eyes rolled back a little. Damn, did it make me want to do all manner of dirty deeds to this woman?
“Let’s begin.”
Chapter 14
KENNA
Idon’t know what came over me, but I had just gone for it. Being a little dominating with Jude was, in a word: exhilarating. It was like acting, just playing a part. It just happened to be the part of Kenna - sex goddess, which was the complete opposite of who I actually was.
Case and point: I was now lying on my back on my bed, my hands tied to the headboard with a scarf and Jude was about to use the Tote of Titillating Torture Toys on my ass. Literally.
“Deep breath, there, Red. I’m not gonna hurt you. I promised you that you’d enjoy this, didn’t I?” he asked me with a smirk. I wanted to smack that cocky smirk off his face. Or kiss it off. Or just cover it up with my pussy again to put that mouth to much better use.
“We’ll start easy.” He held up what looked to be a feather duster. What exactly did one do with a —
“Oh!” I gasped out, my body arching with a tiny giggle. He’d run the little feathers over the sole of my foot, running it slowly up the inside of my calf and higher. It tickled. It didn’t tickle.
“Feel good?” he teased. He knew I was enjoying this. His fingers were firm on my skin, the feathers soft and tickling, yet somehow it made my core tighten and want more.
I felt him shift over me as his touch changed. His nails drug over my skin firmly, the feathers tickling along right behind. It was an odd sensation and one that had me wanting to shift my thighs together for more friction.
