Page 25 of Seven Nights

“More than two days ago.” I trace the back of her arm from her shoulder down to her elbow. “More than two weeks.”

She sucks a deep breath in, my words making it clear that I have been watching her before she ever filed her resume.

I laugh again, my finger continuing down her forearm. She has folded the arm over her breast in a protective gesture, so the path of my touch leads inexorably toward the pouting nipple.

Giving it a gentle tug, I bend to softly speak into her ear.

“I didn't know I even had an opening for a charity analyst, pet.” Feeling her breast push closer to me, I give another tug, slower and longer than the first. “I was concocting far more devious ways to pull you into my net.”

Another gasp, this one mixed with a moan as I continue to tease the nipple. I push Katelyn onto her back, my mouth remaining close to her ear. I brush my unshaven cheek along the smooth skin of her jaw. Her breast flushes hotter against my fingers in response.

Sweet heavens, I love a responsive partner, a woman who cannot help but show her arousal. And this little pet is deeply submissive. It is an unsurprising twist—a strong and independent woman forced to shoulder a heavy burden growing up. She couldn’t show submissive qualities in her youth because the authoritarians trying to run her life would have crushed her. But with the right partner—this wet, quivering, euphoric woman can be her true self.

She can be mine.

Another quiver runs through Katelyn. I growl in appreciation, my mouth moving down her neck to nip and lick at the flesh as I pinch and roll her tender nipple.

“You’re going to wear those cuffs for me, pet.”

I continue pulling at the nipple until she groans her response.

“Yes…”

“With your eyes open,” I order.

My mouth leaves her so I can study the beautiful face. Her lips quiver but her eyes stay shut. I take possession of her other nipple, both swollen buds lifted taut as I squeeze another gasp from her.

“No hiding, Kate,” I warn.

Her lashes flutter and then she looks at me. Her lips part, showing a hint of white teeth and the pink tease of her tongue. I hook her gaze. Showing more than the ember of submissive heat I anticipate, her eyes blaze with the need for me to continue, to dominate her more fiercely.

I relax my grip on the nipples, letting the blood return. Shock spreads across the refined features at the sensation. Her lips open wider as the unexpected pain fills the tips. With a shiver of need running through my own body, I smooth a hand across her stomach and down to the slit in the leather gusset. I force a finger in and find her soaked. Her muscles grasp at me. I reward her responsiveness with two more digits pushing into the tight channel.

Moaning, Katelyn wiggles her hips.

“Does pet have an achy little pussy?”

She bites at her lip but doesn’t answer. I laugh and drop my mouth to one swollen nipple to soothe away the remaining pain. I suck the bud past my lips, warming and moistening it while my fingers explore her cunt. Her muscled thighs press against my wrist and lower hand, her strength a fleshy vise. I release the moan building in my chest, send it vibrating across her full breast as I make short, curling strokes just inside her entrance.

The hips lift off the bed, their urgency fueled by the need to come. I pull out and capture her head to keep her from turning away.

“Communication is everything, pet. It keeps you safe and pleasured until I can learn to completely read your body's reaction.”

Her eyes narrow. She doesn’t like the idea of me getting inside her thoughts. Smiling, I move up the bed until our chests are even. Shifting my weight for a second, I retrieve the restraints from the floor and place them next to her hip.

She stiffens immediately, her body and gaze turning inward.

I grab her face.

“No retreating, Katelyn.”

Getting the restraints on is going to take a little extra leverage. I have been stingy with my kisses in our earlier sessions, visibly frustrating her. So I cup her face and brush the side of my mouth against hers.

“I will cuff you,” I warn.

I switch sides, my chest tightening with pleasure when her lips track mine. She wants my kisses as much as she wants my fingers and cock. I tease the corner of her mouth, flesh ghosting flesh until she softly mewls in frustration. My tongue traces the seam of her lips as I move my hand down to the juncture of her thighs. Her lips part, her hips press up. Her mound meets my palm and I cup and squeeze the plumped labia through the leather panel.

I kiss her. My fingers mimic my tongue with a slow curling inside her moist depths. Moaning, she lifts her arms as if she intends to wrap them around my shoulders.

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