He continued his torment on my nipples until I was writhing beneath him, panting, ready to beg for more.
Tandor released me for just a moment, long enough to pull his cloak off and toss it somewhere behind him. And then he was back, his hands on my skin.
He trailed lower, dragging his fingers over my sternum, my stomach, my hips. He stopped there, allowing his fingertips to dance over my hip bones, mapping their shape.
And then he dipped even lower, his hands tracing my thighs. My shins. My ankles. I spread my legs in invitation.
His eyes flicked to mine for a moment before returning to my pussy. “Impatient, are we?”
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what, little witch?”
“Please touch me.”
His hands stroked over my thighs again, stopping just short of where I wanted them to be.
I whined. “Please, Tandor.Please.”
He tilted his head. “When you ask so sweetly…” Finally, his hand slid over my center.
I cried out in relief. I pulled against my restraints, desperate to touch him, but I was trapped, completely at his mercy.
His fingers slid over my slick folds, parting me, igniting waves of pleasure. He found my clit, stroking it in smooth circular motions.
“Yes,” I breathed. My stomach tightened.
His fingers continued their delicious torture, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I bucked beneath him.
When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slid his fingers lower, teasing at my entrance. With a glance at my face, he pressed a finger into me.
My hips churned, begging for more friction. Begging formore.
He pressed another finger into me, fucking me slowly. My head dropped back onto the bed. My blood absolutely boiled, release threatening to pull me under.
Tandor leaned over me. His other hand slipped up to my throat, my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes bored into mine, only inches away.
I was suddenly desperate for his mouth, his tongue, his lips on mine. I tugged at the restraints, but the effort was useless.
He kept fucking me with his fingers, slow and languid. “Do you want something, little witch?”
I panted. “I want your cock. I want you to kiss me.”
He tilted his head, his fingers continuing their torment.
“Please,” I added.
He pulled his body off me and stripped, removing his tunic, his trousers, his undershorts.
He lined his body up with mine, his cock replacing his fingers and teasing at my entrance. The metal of his piercing cooled my hot flesh. Slowly, he pressed in. I was so wet, he slid in easily, all the way to the hilt.
I would never tire of how perfectly he filled me. I was sofull.
He shifted his hips, thrusting into me. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn’t hook my ankles together, he was too broad, but I dug my heels into his ass, urging him on.
He pumped his hips, fucking me in a punishing rhythm. I wriggled beneath him.
“Let me touch you. Please. Untie my hands.”
