Page 64 of Dust and Desire
“Yes,” I breathed, the word barely audible.
The rope tightened, secure but not painful, binding my wrists together. Alex’s fingers trailed up my arms, over my shoulders, down my chest. When they reached my nipples, he pinched, hard enough to make me gasp.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured appreciatively. “So eager for my touch.”
His hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of my torso before sliding lower, deliberately avoiding my straining cock. Iwhimpered in frustration when his fingers skimmed past where I needed him most.
“Patience,” he chided, amusement coloring his tone. “We’ve got all night.”
I felt him shift, moving behind me. His chest pressed against my back, warm and solid, his erection nestling against the curve of my ass. His arms wrapped around me, one hand splaying across my chest while the other finally, mercifully, wrapped around my cock.
“Look how hard you are,” he whispered against my ear, giving me a slow, firm stroke that had me moaning. “So thick and heavy in my hand.”
His thumb brushed over the head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. The slick glide of his hand was maddening, too light to provide the friction I craved.
“Alex,” I pleaded, my hips instinctively trying to thrust into his grip.
“Shh,” he soothed, his other hand moving to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my pulse race. “I’ve got you.”
He stroked me leisurely, his rhythm deliberate and teasing. His lips found my neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. When he reached the juncture of my neck and shoulder, he bit down, hard enough to mark but not break skin.
I cried out, the sharp pain blending with pleasure in a heady cocktail that made my head spin. His grip on my cock tightened in response, his strokes becoming firmer, more purposeful.
“You like that?” he asked, his breath hot against the spot he’d just bitten. “Like me marking you, claiming you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my body arching into his touch. He didn’t need to know I’d just finished reading a werewolf romance, and this was exactly the attention I craved. “Bite me again.”
Alex growled low in his throat, the sound primal and possessive. His teeth found my skin again, this time at the curve of my shoulder, sinking in with enough force to make me cry out. The sweet sting of it sent electricity crackling through my veins.
“Mine,” he whispered against my flesh, and I felt the word brand itself into my very being.
“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly, my cock throbbing almost painfully in his grip.
He released me suddenly, leaving me bereft and aching. I heard him move, felt the shift in the air as he circled around to face me again. His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with unexpected tenderness.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded softly.
I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips in eager anticipation. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my bottom lip, hot and velvety. I could feel the metal of his frenum piercing, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come.
“That’s it,” he murmured as I took him into my mouth, the familiar weight of him settling on my tongue. “Such a perfect mouth.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I began to work him deeper. The darkness behind the blindfold intensified every sensation, the salt-sweet taste of him, the slight catch of his piercing against my tongue, the way his breathing changed as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his grip tightening in my hair. “Just like that, beautiful.”
I lost myself in pleasing him, in the sounds he made, the way his hips began to move in shallow thrusts. My own arousal pulsed insistently between my legs, neglected but somehow all the more intense for it. With my hands bound behind me, I was completely at his mercy, existing solely for his pleasure. The thought alone was intoxicating.
He pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from my mouth with an obscene sound that made me flush with heat.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice strained with restraint. “I want to be inside you when I cum.”
I whimpered at his words, my body already aching for him. I felthis hands on my shoulders, urging me to stand. With my hands still bound behind me, I struggled to find my balance, but Alex’s strong grip steadied me.
“I’ve got you,” he assured me, guiding me backward until my legs hit the edge of the couch. “Lean forward.”
I complied, bending at the waist until my chest rested against the soft cushions. The position left me completely exposed, my ass raised and vulnerable. I heard Alex’s appreciative groan, felt his hands spread my cheeks apart.
“I’ve been wanting to eat this ass all day…” His finger circled my entrance, sending shivers up my body. “...And I’m gonna take my sweet time with it,” Alex growled, his voice thick with desire.
