throwing her mind and soul from her body and filling her with pleasure. She came hard, arching up into her fingers, giving her sensitive clit another slow rub to draw her orgasm out. When the last contraction faded she withdrew her fingers from her pussy.
“You moved, Wyatt.”
“How could I not move!” His voice came out in a furious whisper. “You talk about me eating your cunt like that and expect me not to react?”
She wiggled beneath the covers with a low sigh. “Goodnight, Wyatt. I do hope you’re strong enough to resist wanking off like a horny teenager. I need a man strong enough to overcome his selfish need to come in order to put my pleasure first. You have no idea how arousing it is for me to know that you’re so hard it hurts, but are waiting for my command in order to have your release.”
For a few minutes the only sounds that came from her floor were swear words. Then he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Goodnight, Michelle.”
The tight anger, the controlled aggression in his tone sent a warm wave of lust through her. He was such a big, bad alpha male. Chained to the foot of her bed, yes, but nowhere near tamed, the kind of challenge that would tempt any Domme.
In other words, he was the perfect sub for her. She didn’t want a doormat of a man, she wanted someone who was just as strong as she was. It had been so long since she'd had a submissive, five long years since the death of her submissive fiancé, Owen. Shaking off the instant sorrow that thought brought, along with a brush of guilt, she returned to watching Callahan’s shadow on the floor out of the corner of her eye.
He needed her. She wanted the submission of the alpha male and, oh boy, Callahan was all that and more. Texas born and bred, he had that kind of swagger that made any woman’s heart beat faster. At least he used to. At the moment his swagger was more of a shuffle. Right now, she'd settle for him not courting death.
By his frustrated mutters, she knew he was finding it hard to get comfortable. She was also pretty sure he would jerk off once he was sure she was asleep. They hadn’t entered into any formal agreement yet, and tonight was more about showing him what it would be like to be her submissive than actually making him her submissive. And truth be told, she loved a bit of occasional defiance from her sub. It gave her an excuse to punish him in the most marvelous ways. Then again, he might keep his hands off himself just to prove to her that he could. As she drifted off, her last conscious thought was of Wyatt pleasuring himself while chained to her bed.
Chapter 4
Wyatt didn’t want to open his eyes yet. He didn’t want the first peaceful night’s sleep he’d had in months to end. It had been so long since he’d slept more than a few hours at a time and he’d forgotten how good it felt to be rested. His body certainly thanked him and he wanted to thank the woman who’d made it possible. A hint of her delicious peach and vanilla scent teased his senses and his cock started to get hard.
It was the memory of the woman sleeping above him that pulled him fully awake. Her even breathing was the only sound in the room. And what a room it was. The skylights overhead were shuttered with screens and blackout curtains covered the windows, leaving the room in darkness. He could tell from the faintest gleam of light coming around the edges of the curtains that the sun was up.
The thick sheepskin rug had proven surprisingly comfortable to sleep on and the pillow Michelle had tossed him smelled like her. He’d felt like an idiot, but had fallen asleep taking in deep breaths of the mixture of her shampoo, perfume, and natural scent. The soft whisper of her breathing had soothed him, and he’d found himself breathing with her, easily drifting off.
Moving very slowly, he unhooked the ankle cuff as quietly as possible, cursing when the links rattled. Rubbing the stiffness out of his muscles, he
“You moved, Wyatt.”
“How could I not move!” His voice came out in a furious whisper. “You talk about me eating your cunt like that and expect me not to react?”
She wiggled beneath the covers with a low sigh. “Goodnight, Wyatt. I do hope you’re strong enough to resist wanking off like a horny teenager. I need a man strong enough to overcome his selfish need to come in order to put my pleasure first. You have no idea how arousing it is for me to know that you’re so hard it hurts, but are waiting for my command in order to have your release.”
For a few minutes the only sounds that came from her floor were swear words. Then he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Goodnight, Michelle.”
The tight anger, the controlled aggression in his tone sent a warm wave of lust through her. He was such a big, bad alpha male. Chained to the foot of her bed, yes, but nowhere near tamed, the kind of challenge that would tempt any Domme.
In other words, he was the perfect sub for her. She didn’t want a doormat of a man, she wanted someone who was just as strong as she was. It had been so long since she'd had a submissive, five long years since the death of her submissive fiancé, Owen. Shaking off the instant sorrow that thought brought, along with a brush of guilt, she returned to watching Callahan’s shadow on the floor out of the corner of her eye.
He needed her. She wanted the submission of the alpha male and, oh boy, Callahan was all that and more. Texas born and bred, he had that kind of swagger that made any woman’s heart beat faster. At least he used to. At the moment his swagger was more of a shuffle. Right now, she'd settle for him not courting death.
By his frustrated mutters, she knew he was finding it hard to get comfortable. She was also pretty sure he would jerk off once he was sure she was asleep. They hadn’t entered into any formal agreement yet, and tonight was more about showing him what it would be like to be her submissive than actually making him her submissive. And truth be told, she loved a bit of occasional defiance from her sub. It gave her an excuse to punish him in the most marvelous ways. Then again, he might keep his hands off himself just to prove to her that he could. As she drifted off, her last conscious thought was of Wyatt pleasuring himself while chained to her bed.
Chapter 4
Wyatt didn’t want to open his eyes yet. He didn’t want the first peaceful night’s sleep he’d had in months to end. It had been so long since he’d slept more than a few hours at a time and he’d forgotten how good it felt to be rested. His body certainly thanked him and he wanted to thank the woman who’d made it possible. A hint of her delicious peach and vanilla scent teased his senses and his cock started to get hard.
It was the memory of the woman sleeping above him that pulled him fully awake. Her even breathing was the only sound in the room. And what a room it was. The skylights overhead were shuttered with screens and blackout curtains covered the windows, leaving the room in darkness. He could tell from the faintest gleam of light coming around the edges of the curtains that the sun was up.
The thick sheepskin rug had proven surprisingly comfortable to sleep on and the pillow Michelle had tossed him smelled like her. He’d felt like an idiot, but had fallen asleep taking in deep breaths of the mixture of her shampoo, perfume, and natural scent. The soft whisper of her breathing had soothed him, and he’d found himself breathing with her, easily drifting off.
Moving very slowly, he unhooked the ankle cuff as quietly as possible, cursing when the links rattled. Rubbing the stiffness out of his muscles, he
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