Page 47 of Cinnamon Strudel
“How does it feel?” he asked when the last knot was tied.
He felt her twist and test the restraints. “It’s looser than last time.”
“That’s intentional. This position can be straining on your shoulders, so I gave you room to move.”
“Thank you.”
His lips vibrated against her racing pulse, thumbs rubbing over her palms as she relaxed into the restraints. He hadn’t wanted to tie her up yet, he’d wanted to worship her body and be able to freely handle her to his will, but her mind was drifting. Stopping the spiral was important. He couldn’t let her thoughts drift to self-doubt.
“Can you stand for me, darlin’?” And god, he was obsessed with how her body reacted to him. Her shoulders slumped as if he’d lifted the weight of the world off of them, her fingers closed around his thumbs as if to beg him not to leave, and that soft hum of agreement was everything to him. She wiggled and moved back, so he did the same, giving her space to stand. “Keep your back to me.”
He listened to her inhale deeply, all the way into her stomach and then let the air escape slowly again. He dropped to his knees, taking her shorts and panties with him. Once she kicked themfree of her ankles, he ran his nose back up her leg, eliciting a squirm and a giggle when he ghosted a kiss across the back of her knee.
“Please, no!” she begged, the lightness of her laugh making him feel dizzy. “Oh no! Stop! Please,” she continued as he moved to torture her other leg.
“You sound gorgeous when you beg like that.”
She tried to get away from him, scrambling back onto the bed when her knees hit the frame.
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to run from me,” he growled, jumping to his feet and yanking her close by a firm grip on her waist. “You don’t get to do that, darlin’.”
She stilled instantly, guilt flooding her voice. “I’m sorry.”
“Will you do better next time?”
“Yes. Yes, I will.”
“Such a good girl,” he praised, smoothing his palm over her ass. Feeling a sudden urge to sink his teeth into it, he bent down and did just that. She gasped and a moment later he was already soothing the sting with his lips. “You’re mine and you don’t get to run.”
“You tickled me,” she protested, and he could already imagine her pout. “I can’t make any promises.”
His laugh vibrated against her skin as he sucked deep kisses over her waist, palm dancing up her spine under her shirt. “I see.” With pressure between her shoulder blades, he guided her until her top half was flush against the mattress. “Keep your ass up.”
She shuffled to make herself comfortable and then stilled once more. His knees hit the ground, and he nudged her thighs apart with a smack. His fingers slid over her already slick pussy, mouth watering as he dipped his tongue into her entrance for a taste.
“How does it feel?” he asked, fingers grazing over her clit.
“Good.”
“Already so wet.”
“For you,” she breathed barely audibly.
With a hum he rewarded her with more pressure on her clit. “Oh darlin’, you already have me on my knees craving your pussy. There’s no need to seduce me with such sweet words. Now say it again.”
“Only for you.”
His tongue slid back into her before he stood and replaced it with his fingers while he searched for the condom. Ruby didn’t need much prep, her pussy already devouring three of his fingers. Rocking her body onto him, she used him to fulfil her needs—and he fucking loved it.
“Good, just like that,” he praised, ripping open the foil wrapper with his teeth. She whimpered when he removed his fingers to sheath his cock, only to fall silent when he positioned himself at her entrance. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, even though she was already arching into him.
His fingers wrapped around the rope between her wrists, his thumb rubbing over her palm. He took her slow which wasn’t easy considering how her body seemed to beg for more before her mouth could form the words. She wanted—needed—him, but he wanted to savour his first time with her.
“Slow. Remember you asked me to go gentle. Unless you changed your mind?” he teased, knowing her answer far too well already.
“I did,” she blurted. “I changed my mind.”
He needed no further permission. He pulled his hips back and slammed into her. The sound of skin smacking together mixed with her sweet moans as her body rocked in his hold. It was a song he couldn’t get enough of. His hips moved of their own accord, her pussy tight around him. He would leave her pussy raw and her mind blown once he was done with her. Tugging atthe excess string of the rope, his other hand moved to her neck where he weaved his fingers into the roots of her hair.
