“You’re beautiful... I want to lick you all over and kiss every delicious inch of you. Would you like that?”
His answer was a strained moan.
Elissa lowered her foot and looped the rope around his neck, forming a leash. She tugged it tight and raised it, forcing him to keep his eyes on her. “Do you like my outfit?”
He groaned again. The blue in his eyes was shining now. “I do.”
“You have to tell me more than that. What do you want to do with me when you look at me?” She trembled now, excited but nervous about what he might say.
He spoke, his voice low and sultry, feeding her imagination and relaying his desire. “I want to run my hands up the insides of your thighs and spread your legs to reveal you to my eyes. I want to pleasure you until you draw close and then bury my cock in you, pin you to that wall and take you so hard you will never forget this night... and when you’ve come, I’ll take you again and again until you’re begging me to stop. I want to ruin you.”
Mother earth, was it wrong of her to want this powerful male to do that to her? The thought of Payne stamping his name on her body had her shaking with need, wet with desire to let him do just that. She was on fire inside, burning to know everything he had just detailed.
Elissa breathed hard, struggling to calm herself enough to speak.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” she whispered and his eyes darkened again, pupils gobbling up his irises. She stared down into his eyes, clutching the rope, towering over him. “I want to use this rope to bind you to the wall, your legs and arms splayed across it, rendering you helpless.”
His eyes flashed brightly at that word. She couldn’t tell whether the thought of being helpless aroused or disturbed him.
“And when you’re helpless.” Another bright flash of gold and blue. “I will strip before you and then...” Her cheeks heated but she held it together. “Pleasure myself in front of you, making you watch me... and when you were close to bursting, I would lick your cock and take you into my mouth, bringing you to the very edge... and then I would begin again, touching myself as I lay in the armchair with my legs spread. I would ease my fingers into my body and pretend it was your beautiful cock inside me, making me orgasm.”
His cock throbbed and pulsed, and he arched forwards, straining and groaning. Gods. She felt dirty and it felt good. She wanted to do all that to him, but more than that, she wanted to feel his mouth on her flesh. Could she hold off until she had done as she had said, bringing him to the edge, forcing him to accept she was in control?
Elissa had to try.
She crouched before him, her legs splayed, flashing her flimsy underwear at him. She gripped his cock, stroking the silken length of it, teasing the head at times with her thumb. He leaned back, hips shifting, thrusting his cock through the ring of her fingers. She studied his face and focused on his body, trying to sense how close he was. Not close enough. He grunted.
“Silence.” That word was loud in the room.
Payne groaned but nodded. It seemed he was getting into it now.
What else could she make him do?
A pearl of seed tipped his cock and he thrust harder. Elissa took her hand away. His eyes snapped open and he snarled at her, baring fangs.
She yanked on the rope, causing it to tighten around his throat, reminding him that she was the one in control. He looked as though he was going to dispute it and then relaxed, a pained edge to his expression. His hard length bobbed and pulsed.
Elissa needed a cloth. She stood and released his rope, turning to go to the bathroom. Payne shot to his feet.
She turned on him with a scowl. “Kneel!”
He dropped to his knees, hitting the stone flags with an audible crack.
The rush of power she felt from his instantly obeying her was better than any spell.
“Wait.” She turned away, walked through the bedroom and went into the bathroom. She grabbed
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