Page 27 of Seven Nights

She starts with slow, long strokes that make my cock throb at the finish of each swipe. Reaching into my pockets, I pull out two ribbons of black silk.

Seeing her hesitate, I issue a warning, my voice growing stern.

“Don’t stop, Kate.”

Another stroke leaves her biting hard on her bottom lip.

I take one ankle, loop a ribbon around it and secure the fabric to the bedpost. Her hips are dancing tight circles by the time I have the second loop in place. She has already forgotten the ankle restraints as she strains to avoid the climax I haven’t permitted her to have.

Climbing onto the bed, I ease her fingers aside. “My turn.”

“Yes, please…”

I close my eyes for a second, the need in her voice overwhelming me. I can’t remember a time my chest felt so tight—or my balls. I lower my mouth to the sweet, dancing, throbbing clit, the skin pulling tight with each pulse of blood through the engorged flesh. When I gently put my lips to it, Katelyn cries out, her hips twitching as she hovers at the precipice of her release.

I look over her mound, across the length of her clenched stomach and the lush, heaving breasts to see her staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling.

“Oh, pet,” I whisper, almost as lost as the woman trembling and straining beneath me. “Are you waiting for permission?”

“Yes!”

Her choked, breathless admission has me ready to come with her and I haven’t even slipped inside her tight, grasping pussy. I move up the bed, my hands swapping duties back and forth so I can push my pajama bottoms down my hips but keep one set of fingers teasing her cunt at all times.

Fishing one last object from my pocket, I bring a condom wrapper out and rip the foil with my teeth. With my cock sheathed, my fingers return to toying inside her. I take whisper soft strokes designed to keep her right at the edge, forcing her to continue withholding her own climax.

“Please,” she whispers desperately.

“Not yet, pet. My cock isn't in you.”

Her hips lift and push, the little dips forcing her mound to rub up and down my shaft. I increase the pressure inside her, my fingers cupping the spongy mass of tissue just inside her entrance until she calms, her climax still unreleased.

Air moves in and out of her in shuddering moans, her body otherwise tight and motionless.

I withdraw my fingers and press down on her mound. “Plant that sweet ass on the bed.”

When she relents, I massage her thighs one at a time so their forced position won’t cause her to cramp. Once her breathing evens, I drape my body over hers, my weight off her as I lean on one arm. My free hand pushes my cock down, sweeping the fat head along her clit before teasing the hole.

I wedge the tip against her opening. Finding her moist and receptive, I push forward. My chest drags along her nipples as I sink all the way in. Katelyn whimpers with fresh need. I promise myself that tomorrow I will elevate her to a new level of ecstasy by clamping the sensitive buds of her breasts.

I brush the hair from her face, then trap her head between my hands. Pet is starkly beautiful, but she probably doesn’t think so. Or maybe she tries to hide it, not wanting the attention such raw, honest beauty attracts.

I stroke her high cheekbones with my thumb, my cock gently savoring the contours of her pussy. My chest presses down on her swollen breasts. I kiss her again, taking her mouth slowly, studying what most pleases this pet. Her hands, restrained, frame my hips when I softly bite at her bottom lip. When my tongue curls between her top lip and teeth, her nails dig into my sides and her pussy squeezes me tighter. I repeat the curling lick, my cock dragging backward at the same time to hook just inside her gate.

Her thighs flex. The restraints keep her legs spread too far apart to control me from slipping out if I want to. I want no such thing. I never want to leave her sweet, clutching depths unless it is to have her mouth sucking me or to savor the rich taste of her on my tongue.

Groaning, I break the kiss and nuzzle her throat.

The sensations she evokes make me uncomfortable. Surrendering to her soft pleas and moans would be too easy. I didn’t mean to introduce the restraints this early—if at all. A part of me has always known that, once I have these special cuffs on her, I will want more than a week. But she eroded my control with her little show, masturbating without touching herself, flaunting how powerful and sensual her body is.

This is twice I lost control with Katelyn—the first time in the limo. Hell, I almost lost control seeing her on the other side of the garden’s gate, the bruises and scrapes evident despite the distance. Only that time I wanted to pull her into my arms and keep her safe until I could find the bastard that caused her injuries and beat the man to a bloodied, lifeless pulp.

Now, less than forty-eight hours after meeting Katelyn in the flesh, I don’t want to let her go. Ever.

“Please,” she whispers, her sheath tugging and rolling the length of my cock.

Overwhelmed by the emotions that holding her brings, I stop moving. She begs me to continue with soft moans and the insistent throb of her slick cunt around and all along my dick.

She squeezes.

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