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reach the headboard.”
Although she moved slowly, he didn’t hurry her.
He wrapped scarves around her wrists to protect her skin then tied them both together. He kept a careful eye on her and listened intently to the sound of her breathing. Her muscles were relaxed, and she inhaled softly. No doubt Sydney liked bondage, something he’d be sure to remember.
After securing the length of sturdy rope to the lowest beam of the headboard, he stepped back to survey his handiwork. “Fabulous.” What could be more perfect than a beautiful woman tied in place for him? “How are you doing? Not too uncomfortable?”
She tugged on the bonds, as if testing them. As he’d suspected, they held her in place.
“I’m fine, Sir.”
He pulled his shirt from his waistband and began to unfasten the buttons, from the bottom up. She turned her head to the side to watch. He shrugged out of the material and tossed it in the direction of the closet.
“Sexy, if you don’t mind me saying so, Sir. And nice tattoo.”
“Thank you.” It was a good thing the artist had had talent. He’d had too much to drink the night his father had died and, in honour of the man’s memory and his own commitment to the land, he’d had an eagle tattooed on his right biceps. “Now to see to you, Sydney.”
He stroked her ass. “You’re not even a bit pink from your earlier spanking.”
She wiggled her hips as if in invitation.
He rubbed her, gradually increasing the friction. Then he smacked her, hard.
“Uhm,” she said. The word was all but a sigh.
He spanked the other cheek as well. She seemed to relax even more. Her spine became more supple, and she pressed her cheek onto the mattress.
After giving her more, he used his right hand to unbuckle his belt while he stroked her with the other.
She moved back and forth, wordlessly seeking more from him.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir, I do. Please.”
Her plea was almost his undoing. But he wanted her to wait just a little longer. He stopped touching her and finished extracting his belt from its loops. He doubled it over and asked, “How about a taste of leather?”
“More than a taste would be nice.”
He gave her a few gentle slaps, searching for a rhythm they’d both enjoy. He’d learnt a bit about her when he’d bent her over the fence at the Den. She could tolerate hard hits—in fact, she seemed to enjoy them the most. It would take a minute to get her there, though, and he forced himself to be patient with how intensely he delivered the blows. While he wanted her red and sore, he also wanted her to recover quickly. He had other plans for her.
With every third hit, he applied a little more wrist. And he rained the leather kisses over her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her tiny whimpers drove him on.
“God, Sir, I need to come.”
That she became so aroused by an erotic beating appealed to him. He couldn’t wait to use a flogger and a paddle on her.
He paused for a moment to tease her pussy.
“Now, now, now,” she chanted.
“Almost.” He stepped back and resumed the beating until her ass was red.
“I’m going to come without you touching me.” Her fingers were interlaced and she strained against the rope binding.
Where she’d been soft, she was now tense. He’d never kept a woman waiting for so long, and never had a sub been more deserving.
Michael threw aside the belt and buried his head between her legs, using his tongue on her pussy, sliding three fingers inside her then back out.
“Sir!”
He didn’t respond. He kept licking, lapping her juices, driving her wild. He reached up with one hand and gave the chain that ran between her breasts a vicious yank.
She screamed.
She humped his face and he kept at her, driving her orgasm, not ceasing until she was twitching wildly and sobbing into the sheets.
When she went limp, he stroked her spine with his fingertips. “Now, little sub, I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.”
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Although she moved slowly, he didn’t hurry her.
He wrapped scarves around her wrists to protect her skin then tied them both together. He kept a careful eye on her and listened intently to the sound of her breathing. Her muscles were relaxed, and she inhaled softly. No doubt Sydney liked bondage, something he’d be sure to remember.
After securing the length of sturdy rope to the lowest beam of the headboard, he stepped back to survey his handiwork. “Fabulous.” What could be more perfect than a beautiful woman tied in place for him? “How are you doing? Not too uncomfortable?”
She tugged on the bonds, as if testing them. As he’d suspected, they held her in place.
“I’m fine, Sir.”
He pulled his shirt from his waistband and began to unfasten the buttons, from the bottom up. She turned her head to the side to watch. He shrugged out of the material and tossed it in the direction of the closet.
“Sexy, if you don’t mind me saying so, Sir. And nice tattoo.”
“Thank you.” It was a good thing the artist had had talent. He’d had too much to drink the night his father had died and, in honour of the man’s memory and his own commitment to the land, he’d had an eagle tattooed on his right biceps. “Now to see to you, Sydney.”
He stroked her ass. “You’re not even a bit pink from your earlier spanking.”
She wiggled her hips as if in invitation.
He rubbed her, gradually increasing the friction. Then he smacked her, hard.
“Uhm,” she said. The word was all but a sigh.
He spanked the other cheek as well. She seemed to relax even more. Her spine became more supple, and she pressed her cheek onto the mattress.
After giving her more, he used his right hand to unbuckle his belt while he stroked her with the other.
She moved back and forth, wordlessly seeking more from him.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir, I do. Please.”
Her plea was almost his undoing. But he wanted her to wait just a little longer. He stopped touching her and finished extracting his belt from its loops. He doubled it over and asked, “How about a taste of leather?”
“More than a taste would be nice.”
He gave her a few gentle slaps, searching for a rhythm they’d both enjoy. He’d learnt a bit about her when he’d bent her over the fence at the Den. She could tolerate hard hits—in fact, she seemed to enjoy them the most. It would take a minute to get her there, though, and he forced himself to be patient with how intensely he delivered the blows. While he wanted her red and sore, he also wanted her to recover quickly. He had other plans for her.
With every third hit, he applied a little more wrist. And he rained the leather kisses over her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her tiny whimpers drove him on.
“God, Sir, I need to come.”
That she became so aroused by an erotic beating appealed to him. He couldn’t wait to use a flogger and a paddle on her.
He paused for a moment to tease her pussy.
“Now, now, now,” she chanted.
“Almost.” He stepped back and resumed the beating until her ass was red.
“I’m going to come without you touching me.” Her fingers were interlaced and she strained against the rope binding.
Where she’d been soft, she was now tense. He’d never kept a woman waiting for so long, and never had a sub been more deserving.
Michael threw aside the belt and buried his head between her legs, using his tongue on her pussy, sliding three fingers inside her then back out.
“Sir!”
He didn’t respond. He kept licking, lapping her juices, driving her wild. He reached up with one hand and gave the chain that ran between her breasts a vicious yank.
She screamed.
She humped his face and he kept at her, driving her orgasm, not ceasing until she was twitching wildly and sobbing into the sheets.
When she went limp, he stroked her spine with his fingertips. “Now, little sub, I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.”
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