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dipped
into the moisture that now dripped along her thigh, and came
forward for another flick. Colors blossomed behind her lids, better
than any fourth of July celebration she had ever witnessed. He
repeated the technique and she approached the pinnacle of
orgasm.
Please, don't stop.
Needing more support, she let the rope
slide off her arm to the floor and she reached around to twine her
fingers with the ones of his bound hand. His chest, so warm and
strong against her cheek, gave her a sense of security. Not sure
how, or why, she knew he would stop if she spoke the
word.
Flick. Stroke. Flick. Stroke. Flick.
She cried out as her insides shuddered with ecstasy. So
close.
"Stroke me," he said, his voice
strangled.
She sent her hand from tip to base and
back, keeping her fingers wrapped snuggling around him. At the same
time, he took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it
a gentle roll then a pluck. They cried out simultaneously.
"Aa-Aa-Aa!"
Her world collapsed, the apartment
crumbling around her. Only she and this man existed in the
universe. With three quick strokes, her nub between his fingers, he
sent her over the edge. She came apart, her back arching so far it
thrust her soul into the stars. She floated, weightless in the
sparkling blackness, and then settled, quivering, back to earth and
into his embrace.
His embrace? When had he put his arm
around her? He held her close and she liked it. Damn
him.
"You defied me." Her heart wasn't in
her accusation. Even to her own ears she sounded as if she'd run a
mile.
He chuckled. "You started it." He not
only sounded winded, he still had tension in his voice.
She realized her hand continued to
hold his hard-on. He hadn't come. She had work to do.
Her muscles soft and objecting, she
forced them into motion. As much as she wanted to lay and take time
to recover from that incredible release, she had yet to deliver on
her promise of a reward. Pulling from his warmth, she picked up the
rope.
His mouth fell open for a moment in a
look of disbelief. "You're still going to bind me? After that? I
thought we'd move on to better things." He gave her a meaningful
look.
"We are," she said. "Just not the
'things' you think." Taking his other wrist, she duplicated the
other knot, repeatedly brushing the frayed end along his
cock.
With a tight voice, he asked, "Wasn't
it good for you?"
She stopped and looked him in the eye
with all seriousness. "It was so good, I can't put it in
words."
"Then let's finish. Let me make you
come again, the old-fashioned way." One side of his mouth quirked
in a half smile.
"It's about your reward, slave." His
head rocked back, as though she had slapped him, and she regretted
calling him slave. Melony folded his arm back and brought the rope
over his shoulder with a subtle caress. "I'm sorry. You deserve
better than that."
"Do I?" he asked, skepticism dropping
his voice an octave.
Grazing her fingernails across the
ridges of his abdomen, she wrapped the rope round and round before
securing a loop and measuring the end to his groin. She got to her
feet. Stepping away to get some distance from him, she put her
hands on her hips. "Have you changed your mind? We can stop if you
want."
* * * *
If Chip hadn't seen her fall apart in
his arms, he could believe she had no interest in continuing. He
did see, though. He detected an undercurrent of electricity
emanating from her. She had something in mind, something she
wanted. Or needed.
"I want to keep going. What's next?"
He shifted, his knees aching.
A small smile lifted the corners of
her lips, but she seemed to fight it. "Can you stand, or do you
need my help?"
Bringing a knee forward, he planted
his foot and heaved off the floor. His dick ached, begging to bury
itself in those glorious curls between her legs. He didn't think
she would let it get that far…this time.
"How are you doing?" she asked,
tugging and testing his bonds. Her smooth, elegant fingers drove
him crazy, traveling
into the moisture that now dripped along her thigh, and came
forward for another flick. Colors blossomed behind her lids, better
than any fourth of July celebration she had ever witnessed. He
repeated the technique and she approached the pinnacle of
orgasm.
Please, don't stop.
Needing more support, she let the rope
slide off her arm to the floor and she reached around to twine her
fingers with the ones of his bound hand. His chest, so warm and
strong against her cheek, gave her a sense of security. Not sure
how, or why, she knew he would stop if she spoke the
word.
Flick. Stroke. Flick. Stroke. Flick.
She cried out as her insides shuddered with ecstasy. So
close.
"Stroke me," he said, his voice
strangled.
She sent her hand from tip to base and
back, keeping her fingers wrapped snuggling around him. At the same
time, he took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it
a gentle roll then a pluck. They cried out simultaneously.
"Aa-Aa-Aa!"
Her world collapsed, the apartment
crumbling around her. Only she and this man existed in the
universe. With three quick strokes, her nub between his fingers, he
sent her over the edge. She came apart, her back arching so far it
thrust her soul into the stars. She floated, weightless in the
sparkling blackness, and then settled, quivering, back to earth and
into his embrace.
His embrace? When had he put his arm
around her? He held her close and she liked it. Damn
him.
"You defied me." Her heart wasn't in
her accusation. Even to her own ears she sounded as if she'd run a
mile.
He chuckled. "You started it." He not
only sounded winded, he still had tension in his voice.
She realized her hand continued to
hold his hard-on. He hadn't come. She had work to do.
Her muscles soft and objecting, she
forced them into motion. As much as she wanted to lay and take time
to recover from that incredible release, she had yet to deliver on
her promise of a reward. Pulling from his warmth, she picked up the
rope.
His mouth fell open for a moment in a
look of disbelief. "You're still going to bind me? After that? I
thought we'd move on to better things." He gave her a meaningful
look.
"We are," she said. "Just not the
'things' you think." Taking his other wrist, she duplicated the
other knot, repeatedly brushing the frayed end along his
cock.
With a tight voice, he asked, "Wasn't
it good for you?"
She stopped and looked him in the eye
with all seriousness. "It was so good, I can't put it in
words."
"Then let's finish. Let me make you
come again, the old-fashioned way." One side of his mouth quirked
in a half smile.
"It's about your reward, slave." His
head rocked back, as though she had slapped him, and she regretted
calling him slave. Melony folded his arm back and brought the rope
over his shoulder with a subtle caress. "I'm sorry. You deserve
better than that."
"Do I?" he asked, skepticism dropping
his voice an octave.
Grazing her fingernails across the
ridges of his abdomen, she wrapped the rope round and round before
securing a loop and measuring the end to his groin. She got to her
feet. Stepping away to get some distance from him, she put her
hands on her hips. "Have you changed your mind? We can stop if you
want."
* * * *
If Chip hadn't seen her fall apart in
his arms, he could believe she had no interest in continuing. He
did see, though. He detected an undercurrent of electricity
emanating from her. She had something in mind, something she
wanted. Or needed.
"I want to keep going. What's next?"
He shifted, his knees aching.
A small smile lifted the corners of
her lips, but she seemed to fight it. "Can you stand, or do you
need my help?"
Bringing a knee forward, he planted
his foot and heaved off the floor. His dick ached, begging to bury
itself in those glorious curls between her legs. He didn't think
she would let it get that far…this time.
"How are you doing?" she asked,
tugging and testing his bonds. Her smooth, elegant fingers drove
him crazy, traveling
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