Page 118 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

He laid on his back with his head between her thighs, then pulled her sweet pussy to his mouth. Relishing the sound of her pleasured cries, he sucked her clit into his mouth, then pressed a finger into her wet channel.

“Mark! God, yes!” She spasmed above him and sank her fingers into his hair. “Please, let me come!”

He added a second finger, then twisted them to press against her g-spot. Without warning, she jerked free. After turning around, she rested her hands on his chest, then lowered herself to take his cock into her mouth.

She stroked him in tandem with the slow glide of her lips up and down his hard shaft, then snaked one hand down to massage his balls as she sucked him deep.

“Fuck, yes, Kendra.” It felt almost too good, too overwhelming, but he needed to make her come first. He rolled her to her back, then settled himself between her thighs.

“I wasn’t done,” she purred, lifting her hips in a wordless plea for more.

“I’ll let you play later.” Instead of getting back to the business of making her come, he reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer, then pulled a pair of leather cuffs free. “I need something to keep you out of trouble. Hands over your head.”

“Meanie.” Despite her words, she let him cuff her hands and didn’t protest when he looped the connecting chain around a tiedown mounted to the headboard. “Someone save me. I’m about to be ravished by the dastardly dom.”

He ignored his aching cock and chuckled, then kissed a path down her stomach. “You’re going to be very ravished.”

Gently, he bent her knee to give himself better access to her decadent core, then used the tip of his tongue to explore her folds. He didn’t rush though. With her restrained, he had all the time in the world to pleasure his woman.

He spread her wide with his thumbs, then fucked her with his tongue, desperate to get every last bit of her sweet essence.

“Mark! Please!” She tried to buck her hips, but he kept her still while he feasted. The chain securing her wrists rattled as she thrashed.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. He pushed two fingers into her core and firmly rubbed her g-spot until she screamed for him. She stiffened and cried out again as her channel clamped hard on his fingers.

“Again, Kendra.” He twisted his hand to lodge a thumb against her ass. “Come for me again.”

She jerked against the chains, her back bowing as she thrashed her head from side to side. “Mark!”

Her body seized once more, and she sobbed out her pleasure. “God…fuck. I can’t.”

“I bet you can.” He crawled up her body and cupped her damp cheeks, then kissed her. “I bet you can come all night long.”

Kendra

She lost count of the number of times Mark made her come before he finally gave in to her pleas and made love to her so sweetly and gently it made her cry.

How had she gone so long without this? She had no idea what had possessed her to think work was more important than what she shared with him. She was such an idiot but swore to herself she’d never let it happen again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, surprising her from her musings.

“Too tired.” When he unfastened the cuffs, she stretched and rolled to her side in deference to her sore butt.

He laughed softly, then got out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”

Before she could ask where he was going, he went to the bathroom and returned quickly with a towel and several washcloths.

“Mmm. Bedside service.” She laid on her back again and let him clean her with the warm cloths. Although she tried to stay awake, her eyes kept drifting shut.

He left her again, presumably to return the used linens to the bathroom but returned quickly and spooned her from behind. His arms tightened around her, and she hummed her pleasure.

“Time for sleep, love.”

“Mark?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

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