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Authors: Lili Valente
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Clay
H arley eased back into the swing and spread her thighs, propping her high-heeled sandals into the stirrups, baring the slick place between her legs with a defiant look that made Clay’s cock pulse with its own hungry heartbeat.
“Like this, sir?” she asked, arching her brow.
“Like that.” Holy shit. Yes, like that. Exactly like that. He’d never realized he had any fantasies that involved bondage, but Harley in this leather swing had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. Now to complete the picture. “Raise your arms. There are wrist straps at the top.”
“Yes, sir.” She lifted her arms over her head, curling her fingers around the horizontal bar at the top of the swing as she added in a softer voice, “But you’d better set me free when I tell you to or I’ll kill you while you sleep.”
He smiled. “And here I thought you were good at just about everything,” he murmured as he moved between her thighs.
“I am,” she said. “Except golf and who the fuck wants to be good at golf.”
“Golfers, I imagine.” Clay cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples gently, waiting until she captured her bottom lip between her teeth before he reached up, strapping her wrists into the leather cuffs at the top of the swing. When she was secure, he returned his attention to her nipples, rolling and plucking with a pressure he knew was just a little too gentle for her tastes. “So you’re bad at golf and, so far, you’re not great at this.” He pinched her right nipple tighter, making her breath catch. “I know you have the self-discipline of a monk, Elsa. Why don’t you use some of that to show me what a good girl you can be?”
“Why don’t you go tie your dick in a knot,” she said, arching into his hands. “Or you could shut up and fuck me. That would work too.”
“Tempting. But not just yet.” He stepped back, his hands falling away from her breasts as he took in the view of her spread wide, naked and vulnerable and desperate for him to take her. It was a sight he hadn’t been sure he’d see again, and he was already so turned on it was a little piece of hell resisting the urge to drive inside her.
Fuck, but she was beautiful, so sexy, with her skin luminescent against the black leather. And the swing was positioned perfectly, the base even with his hips. All he would have to do is fit himself to her where her body wept for him and push inside, then use his grip on the swing to rock her up and down his cock until they both fell apart.
But chances were good that this would be his last time with Harley, and he intended to give her something to remember him by. Something to fantasize about on nights when she was alone, to make her slip her fingers between her legs and think of him while she made herself come.
Holding her gaze, he encircled her wrists just below the restraints, massaging her forearms as his hands moved down to her elbows, easing the tension from her muscles. “I have a proposition for you.”
“What’s that?” she asked, chest rising and falling faster as his kneading hands reached her upper arms. “Whatever it is, it’d better not involve the love child of a power tool and a dildo.”
“No, nothing like that. I know better.” He and Harley had never discussed their opinions on whips and chains, but he knew she didn’t get off on being submissive. She loved power too much for that.
But she also loved a good game, a fair fight, and anyone who could hold their own in a battle of wills and not back down.
“My proposition involves my hands on your beautiful body.” His thumbs dug lightly into the smooth skin of her armpits before moving in a circle around the sides of her breasts, drawing a soft murmur of pleasure from her lips. “And my mouth, my tongue, my teeth…” He cupped her breasts, appreciating the way her nipples pebbled tightly in response, but deliberately avoided touching her there again. “And a game of uncle.”
“Uncle,”
Clay
H arley eased back into the swing and spread her thighs, propping her high-heeled sandals into the stirrups, baring the slick place between her legs with a defiant look that made Clay’s cock pulse with its own hungry heartbeat.
“Like this, sir?” she asked, arching her brow.
“Like that.” Holy shit. Yes, like that. Exactly like that. He’d never realized he had any fantasies that involved bondage, but Harley in this leather swing had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever seen. Now to complete the picture. “Raise your arms. There are wrist straps at the top.”
“Yes, sir.” She lifted her arms over her head, curling her fingers around the horizontal bar at the top of the swing as she added in a softer voice, “But you’d better set me free when I tell you to or I’ll kill you while you sleep.”
He smiled. “And here I thought you were good at just about everything,” he murmured as he moved between her thighs.
“I am,” she said. “Except golf and who the fuck wants to be good at golf.”
“Golfers, I imagine.” Clay cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples gently, waiting until she captured her bottom lip between her teeth before he reached up, strapping her wrists into the leather cuffs at the top of the swing. When she was secure, he returned his attention to her nipples, rolling and plucking with a pressure he knew was just a little too gentle for her tastes. “So you’re bad at golf and, so far, you’re not great at this.” He pinched her right nipple tighter, making her breath catch. “I know you have the self-discipline of a monk, Elsa. Why don’t you use some of that to show me what a good girl you can be?”
“Why don’t you go tie your dick in a knot,” she said, arching into his hands. “Or you could shut up and fuck me. That would work too.”
“Tempting. But not just yet.” He stepped back, his hands falling away from her breasts as he took in the view of her spread wide, naked and vulnerable and desperate for him to take her. It was a sight he hadn’t been sure he’d see again, and he was already so turned on it was a little piece of hell resisting the urge to drive inside her.
Fuck, but she was beautiful, so sexy, with her skin luminescent against the black leather. And the swing was positioned perfectly, the base even with his hips. All he would have to do is fit himself to her where her body wept for him and push inside, then use his grip on the swing to rock her up and down his cock until they both fell apart.
But chances were good that this would be his last time with Harley, and he intended to give her something to remember him by. Something to fantasize about on nights when she was alone, to make her slip her fingers between her legs and think of him while she made herself come.
Holding her gaze, he encircled her wrists just below the restraints, massaging her forearms as his hands moved down to her elbows, easing the tension from her muscles. “I have a proposition for you.”
“What’s that?” she asked, chest rising and falling faster as his kneading hands reached her upper arms. “Whatever it is, it’d better not involve the love child of a power tool and a dildo.”
“No, nothing like that. I know better.” He and Harley had never discussed their opinions on whips and chains, but he knew she didn’t get off on being submissive. She loved power too much for that.
But she also loved a good game, a fair fight, and anyone who could hold their own in a battle of wills and not back down.
“My proposition involves my hands on your beautiful body.” His thumbs dug lightly into the smooth skin of her armpits before moving in a circle around the sides of her breasts, drawing a soft murmur of pleasure from her lips. “And my mouth, my tongue, my teeth…” He cupped her breasts, appreciating the way her nipples pebbled tightly in response, but deliberately avoided touching her there again. “And a game of uncle.”
“Uncle,”
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