She pokes that beautiful tongue out and laps at my hand a few times. Once it’s really wet, I stroke my cock, letting her saliva act as a lubricant.
“Keller,” she squirms, spreading her legs even more. She’s so ready. Her pretty cunt glistens, begging for my touch, begging for my cock.
“Are you telling me what to do?” I ask her as I lower and slap my hand over her pussy. Not too hard, but hard enough for her entire body to seize and her eyes to water with pleasure.
“Holy . . . fuck,” she breathes out.
“You like that, love?” I ask.
She nods, so I do it again. She moans louder, and I watch as she drips around her clit. Fuck, she likes it a lot.
My tongue passes over my lips, pleased that I’ve found a new way to pleasure her. Hand holding my cock, I slap her pussy again, but this time, my fingers drag over her slit after.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she murmurs, “I . . . I’m so close.”
“Already?” I ask. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“This is what you do to me.”
Foolish pride surges through my chest.This is what I do to her.I own her. I give her exactly what she wants. She will never find anyone who knows her pleasure better than I do. And with that thought, I pull on her legs until her ass is at the edge of the bed. Her robe bunches up behind her, but I don’t bother fixing it. In fact, I need to use it to my advantage.
“Sit up,” I say.
Confused, she sits up, and I push the robe off her shoulders. I pull it from behind her and then whip the robe tie out of its loops. With the long silk tie, I lower to her legs and tie her ankles together, looping the silk thread a few times until they’re secure. When I lift back up, I turn her on her back and bend her legs so her heels touch her butt.
“Give me your arms,” I say. She moves them behind her, and I take her robe. I hold the ends out and whip it around until it’s a thin rope, the perfect size to use as a tie. I maneuver the fabric, looping and crisscrossing until her hands are tied to her ankles, leaving her unable to move. I caress her back and ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she answers.
“Nothing hurts?”
“Nothing, my king,” she answers.
“Good.” I turn her back over so she’s kneeling now, her shins and knees holding her up, while her hands prop up her upper body, giving me access to her entire body without the interruption of her trying to touch me. “Tell me if you need a new position.”
She nods as I bring my cock to her stomach. I drag the tip over her skin, around her belly button, and down to her pussy. She sucks in a sharp breath as I lower the tip to her exposed clit. Because her legs are spread for stability, I’m able to slide the tip of my cock right over her arousal.
“Oh fuck,” she yells as I seek out her warmth. Never penetrating her, I stay on the outside, just teasing us. “Keller, it feels so good. Too good.”
I pull away and slap the side of her ass, causing her eyes to widen in shock.
“You will address me appropriately.”
“Sorry,” she stammers. “My king . . . it feels too good.”
“Better,” I reply as I grip the back of her neck and bring her closer to me, offering her support in the uncomfortable position. I bring my mouth to her porcelain skin and mark it with my teeth, branding her shoulder, biting into her skin and then pressing kisses to the marred spot. With every nibble, she cries out in pleasure, her body turning more and more limp under my touch as she escapes to another world. I follow with her, dragging my mouth to her breasts where I suck in her nipples, my tongue sliding over her nipple rings.
I tug on them.
Pull.
Devour until she’s practically crying in my arms, seeking her release.
I drag my tongue down to her stomach as well until I reach right above her pussy.
“Yes,” she calls out. “Please.”
I press a few kisses right where she wants them, but instead of using my tongue, I lift and slide my cock over her clit again. This time, though, I do it at a rapid rate, flicking the head quickly while I slide my hand behind her back to give her more support.
