Page 78 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
His movements grew faster and rough and she sucked, drawing on him as she lost herself.
But then he was gone, pulling from her mouth. “Can’t come. Not when I got other plans for you.”
“What plans?” She had no fear, only eagerness.
“I want to bind you. Tie you up. If you’ll let me.”
“I’ll do more thanlet you,” she gasped. “Iinsist.”
His lips were on hers, as he kissed her thoroughly, and then he carefully helped her to her feet, threading his fingers with hers, and led her several steps. She heard the sound of furniture scraping over the floor.
“Stay here,” he said. “I’m gettin’ the ropes.”
She waited, and as she did, reached out in front of her to find that he’d positioned her to face one of the armchairs. Her knees bumped against its seat cushion. A thousand possibilities ran through her mind, but even having read the Lady of Dubious Quality’s books, she couldn’t fathom what Dom intended.
His footfalls were heavy as he approached. With gentle hands, he maneuvered her body, bending her forward, and resting her forearms on the chair’s armrests. She exhaled when he wrapped a length of silken rope around her forearm, tying her to the chair. He did the same thing with her other arm. She was bound fast, and acutely aware of the fact that, bent over as she was, she was exposing herself lewdly. Surely, he saw absolutely everything. And she couldn’t move, couldn’t hide.
A tremor of arousal thundered through her. Her quim was wet and throbbing as she heard him take a step back to admire her.
“Jesus God,” he growled. “Ain’t ever seen anythin’ so pretty.”
“Dom,”she moaned. “Don’t make me wait. Whatever you’re planning, I want it.”
“Made you wait long enough. Never again. But first, I don’t think you’ve been punished enough.”
His hand came down on the cheek of her arse. She gasped. He was... spanking her.
“No?” he asked gruffly.
“Keep going,” she urged.
“There’s my saucy wench.” He slapped her arse again and once more, each strike bright and hot, and shooting directly to her quim.
She sucked in a breath when he gripped her arse cheeks, the warmth of his breath gusting over her quim, and then she cried out when he licked her with a long, hot slick of his tongue between her lips. He sucked at her cunt, devouring her, tracing her folds, nibbling on her clitoris. A scream tore from her when he thrust two fingers into her passage. As he feasted on her, he fucked her with his hand and used his thumb to stroke her nub. Her climax began to gather in hot, tight coils.
Then... his tongue found the tight ring of her arse.
She stiffened.
“Stop?” he asked, pulling back.
“Hell, no,” she answered.
She felt his small huff of laughter—and then he bent back to his work. She moaned and gasped as he licked her hole, all the while continuing to fuck her quim with his fingers.
Release came in a storm, tearing through her body. Her legs shook with the force of her climax, yet the bindings on her arms and his relentless force kept her standing through the tremors of her orgasm, and the one that followed that, and the one that followed that.
He gave her cunt one more lick before withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. He circled her entrance with the head, then gripped her hips and slammed into her. She met his forceful strokes as best she could, pushing back into each thrust. His grunts and growls strummed along her back, and he cursed and praised in equal measure. When his fingers found her clitoris, circling and pinching it, she came again with a wail.
A heartbeat later, he tore from her with a roar, and his seed shot thickly across her back.
The storm continued outside, but all she heard was the gusting of her and Dom’s breath, and the pounding of her heart.
He cleaned her, untied her, and took the silk off from around her eyes before gathering her up in his arms. After he put a cup of water to her lips, she blinked in the light to see him looking down at her with an expression that could only be called worshipful.
She’d trusted him, and he had trusted her, and in exchange, they had both been given something wondrous. Something that leveled everything elseand left them alone together, in the ashes of a world that she didn’t know how to rebuild.
“My lioness,” he whispered, his lips pressing to her forehead.
