Page 104 of Carnal Urges
“Are you okay?”
“Better now. Come here.”
Holding out a hand, he waits for me to cross to him. I do, wondering whose blood is all over his shirt and relieved it’s not his.
When I’m close enough, he reaches out and grabs me, pulling me into a hard hug. He buries his face in my neck and inhales deeply.
Standing on my toes with my arms wrapped around his shoulders, I whisper, “Thank you for the roses.”
“You’re welcome.”
“And the diamond bracelet. It’s crazy beautiful.”
“Not as crazy beautiful as you. Why aren’t you wearing it?”
“I thought you might like to be the one to put it on.”
That pleases him. He murmurs, “Good girl. Maybe next I’ll buy you a diamond collar.”
He reaches down and squeezes my ass. Then he kisses my neck, sucking and biting my skin. When I shiver, he backs me up against the counter and takes my mouth, kissing me so savagely, it leaves me breathless.
His erection leaves no doubt as to where this is headed.
When he shoves up my shirt and leans down to suck on my nipple, I say, “I started my period.”
“How nice for you.”
He pulls the shirt off over my head, tosses it aside, takes mybreasts in his big rough hands, and goes back to sucking on a nipple.
I groan in pleasure, arching into his greedy mouth. “I mean, I have a tampon in.”
“Noted. Now be quiet.”
Apparently, he doesn’t care about the tampon, but sex on my period just isn’t my thing. The few times I’ve tried it, it’s been so messy, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than how I was going to get all the blood out of the sheets.
“I’ll be quiet after I say this one thing. Sex when I’m on my period doesn’t make me feel sexy.”
He stops and looks at me.
“Sorry. Just being honest.”
“Don’t apologize. Thank you for telling me. Hold out your hands.” He steps back, waiting.
My pulse starts to fly. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I can tell he’s not in the mood for any sass.
I hold my hands out in front of me, unsurprised to see them shaking. The amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins right now might electrocute me.
He takes his tie from where he left it on the counter and winds it around my wrists, knotting it at the ends. Then he pushes me down until I’m kneeling on the floor in front of him.
He unzips his trousers, takes his hard cock in his hand, and fists the other into my hair at the scruff of my neck.
Gazing down at me with burning eyes, he growls, “I’ve been obsessing about that mouth of yours all day, baby. Suck me off. If you’re good and don’t spill a drop, I’ll make you come. If not, you’ll be punished.”
A thrill runs through my body at his dominant, dirty words.
This is heaven. I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Encircling his shaft with my bound hands, I swirl my tonguearound the engorged head, loving the faintly salty taste of his skin. I close my eyes and take him into my mouth, shivering in pleasure when I hear his low moan.
