What did he intend? Her mind raced with possibilitiesas he crouched between her legs. Nay, he couldn't mean to... he did! He lowered his head, his mouth now replacing his fingers, which held her open for his exploration.
The hot rasp of his tongue, slow and deliberate, sent her eyes rolling back in her head as she desperately sucked in gulps of air. He'd positioned himself in such a way she could no longer move her hips and had to lay motionless under his sensual assault.
He plunged his tongue into her, then withdrew, moving again to her clit. He sucked it between his lips, lashing it with his tongue. Gillian cried out, her body trembling violently, hunger and pleasure mingling to overtake everything except this hot and furious carnality.
He paused then, giving her time to steady her breath, though her heart still raced madly. Her sex clenched, aching for more. When he resumed his former position, she tried again to raise her hips to his seeking mouth, but to no avail. The inability to move seemed to deepen the waves of lust rolling through her body.
On and on it went, her husband holding her still as he tormented and teased her, making her mad with this inexplicable need. Her head tossed, and the guttural cries echoing in the room surely belonged to her, but she wouldn't have recognized them had she not been so entranced by the sensations he sparked.
Finally, after what seemed an interminable amount of time when he didn't touch her, Royce sucked her clit once more into his mouth, giving one sharp pull while rubbing his tongue over the flesh. A blinding bliss exploded within, over and around her. Her body rocked with glorious delight. All else faded into the background. Her husband continued to employ the most subtle changes with his lips and tongue, altering the pleasure between fire and throbbing warmth, and her body rolled and quaked under the continuous onslaught.
When he finally drew away, breathing seemed impossible. She lay limp and sated, her body quivering in the aftermath. She didn't even realize when he reached upand released her bonds from the bedrail. Yet, he kept her wrists bound and hauled her against him.
"Rest, Wildcat. You will need your strength for what comes next."
He stroked her hair and hugged her. Somehow, the tender gesture made her want to weep. A little while ago, he'd been seemingly cold, cruel and indifferent. Then he'd given her the most incredible pleasure. Now, he was tender and caring. He kept her senses upended. Or was she slipping into madness?
Chapter Four
Royce's cock throbbed with painful need. His wife's reactions had been far more than he'd anticipated. He glanced down at her bound hands. He smiled. He'd played games such as these with his various mistresses, but never had he truly wanted to keep someone as his slave. Who better to tend that need than his wife? She couldn't refuse, and even if she did, 'twould give him more reason to spank her pretty arse again.
She snuggled against him and a strange warmth crept into his bones. He frowned and pushed her to her back. Her eyes, darkened to plum with her satisfaction, flashed with confusion.
"What are you –?"
He kissed her hard, silencing her. He covered her with his body, his cock seeking and finding with minimal effort, her wet and swollen pussy. A moment's hesitation as he lifted her bound wrists and placed them over his neck. She arched toward him at the same moment he drove into her.
Her pained cry halted his motion. He knew he'd hurt her. He brushed the hair from her face. "'Tis better to have it over quickly." He winced at the thickness of his voice.
"It hurt."
She squeezed her eyes shut, one tear escaping. Her chest heaved with heavy gasps.
"I know. It won't for long."
Her watery gaze tugged at a place in him he never even realized he possessed. He looked away and remained still inside her, much as it pained his pulsating and hard cock. Her body needed to adjust. He needed to come. His teeth ground together painfully as he delighted in her wet heat and fought his instinctual needs.
Her breathing steadied a moment later. He smiled. 'Twas time to slake his own desires.
He drew back, savoring the way she clenched around him. He paused with only his tip remaining inside her. Her slick walls surrounding him spurred an exhilaration he hadn't felt in years. He slid back into her, delighting in the way her body quivered and she cried out. He did it again, maintaining a leisurely rhythm, much as his cock wanted him to hurry. But Royce didn't want this to end; he wanted to drag it out and relish each decadent moment. His wife's body pleased him well, and he wanted to enjoy her.
You've a lifetime to enjoy her.The thought spurred his need and his balls tightened. He grabbed her hips, holding her still as he drove in and out, her cries echoing in a strange erotic music that matched his tempo. When he slid his fingers to her clit and gently squeezed, she gave a shriek and her body rocked under his with another climax, her pussy clutching at his cock with a ferocity he could no longer resist. 'Twas more than enough to send him over the edge and he drove deep one more time, his seed exploding. He could barely see, barely hear, could only feel the fiery release as it tore through him, over and over, encouraged by his wife's slick hot pussy squeezing him so delightfully, leaving him sated and weak. He collapsed atop her. She hugged him tighter.
A shiver passed over him. He didn't want to face the realization that laying here like this with his new bride seemed somehow a missing piece of his life now put into place. Much as he hated to do it, he slid free of her body, lifting her arms off his neck. He ignored her disappointed sigh. He left her bound, but somehow she still managed to wrap herself around him.
"I liked that, my lord."
"Did you now?"
He knew she did, her uninhibited responses had told him more than any words.
"Aye. When can we do it again?"
He held back a chuckle. Instead, he let loose a loud yawn.
"Not now. 'Twill take some time before I can... besides, it has been a long day and I've much to do on the morrow."
"Very well."
