The bitter chocolate whisky scent fills my nostrils, and I groan. I’m so damn close. My toes start to tingle.
“You own me, Master,” Krav whispers harshly, his fingertip once again finding my most sensitive spot and rubbing back and forth. “Say it.”
I don’t want to admit it, but I’m loving the power exchange. I might fight the desire, the need to surrender, but I can’t deny my body’s responses. The way Krav dominates me is the hottest thing ever. I just can’t form a coherent sentence—not with the way he’s touching me.
The orgasm building in me now threatens to be the biggest one yet. I suck in a ragged breath, clenching my pussy in preparation. I’m almost there. One more second of this, and—
He removes his hand, chuckling at my howl of frustration. “I could do this all night, pet.”
The words, when they finally spill out of me, are a desperate, rushed, breathless plea. “YouownmeMaster! You do! Please! For the love of everything holy,please!”
He’s licking me before I’ve even finished the sentence. His lips envelop my entire sex and he sucks it hungrily, lapping at my labia and clit before making good on his promise to tongue-fuck me. I’m adrift, unmoored, swept away on a raging sea of bliss. I reach for him to steady myself, and my hands find his horns. They’re smooth and hard beneath my fingertips, the bases of them pulsing with heat. The feel of them only turns me on more.
How long is his dang tongue, anyhow? He’s tormenting me with slow, deep thrusts, his top lip resting just above the straining bud I want him so desperately to stimulate.
I rock my hips but he just moves with me. When he chuckles, it reverberates through my very soul.
“Oh goddamnit,please…” I no longer care that I’m begging. I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear—that down is up, and I’m the queen of Sheba—if it means I’ll get off.
His hands clamp down on my hips, and that reminder of his crazy strength shocks me into stillness. Pinpricks of pain stab my skin and I glance down to see his claws digging into my flesh. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make my belly flip with a combination of fear and lust.
He’s still driving his tongue inexorably in and out of me and all I can do is lie there, whimpering. It feels so amazingly good but I can’t come unless he goes back to my clit.
After what feels like a hundred years, he raises his head and fixes me with that intense rainbow gaze. “Still want release?”
I bite back a huff of impatience. “Yes. Please.”
“Ask. You will always ask permission from now on.”
“Seriously?” Fire flashes in his eyes and his claws tighten just the tiniest bit on my bare hips. “Okay, okay!”
“And you’d better remain completely still. I’m sure you don’t want me to scratch you.”
“Krav—Master,” I correct myself when his brows lower, “I don’t think I can—”
He cuts off my protest with a long, languorous lick from my entrance to my clit and back down. “You will try, sweetheart. For me.” His tongue finds that spot again and I’m back on the brink in seconds.
“Oh Master, please… may I… come?”
“Now,” he growls against my wet flesh and the orgasm engulfs me, my pussy contracting so violently, it takes my breath away. The first spasm makes me want to buck and writhe but the sharp scratch of his deadly claws on my hips forces me to stay still. I don’t know why that amplifies everything, but it does. Unable to move, I howl instead, sobbing my way through the tidal wave of release until I’m hoarse. Drained. Spent.
Even though I’m done, his tongue doesn’t stop curling around my clit, and now it’s too intense. Without thinking, I try to wriggle away—until his sharp talons rake my hips, reminding me that he’s in complete control, and I’m not going anywhere until he decides I can.
Why does that drive me so damn wild? His tongue moves further south, stabbing my pussy, and I groan at how good it feels. He licks lower still, lapping at my most private hole. I toss my head, shame making my cheeks burn. “No, please… don’t… not there.”
He looks up at me. “You don’t like it?”
“I… er… I’ve never done it before. Been licked there, I mean. But it feels…” I cast about for the right word and come up empty.
“I own you, pet,” he says, “all of you. If I wish to lick you here, I will.”
“Just licking?” There’s no way I could take his enormous cock back there. Not even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to…
He must sense my sudden fear and is quick to reassure me. “Just licking.” The unspokenfor nowhangs in the air for a moment before he bends down and slides his tongue over my ass.
I knew rimming was a thing people did but truthfully, I never saw the point in it—until now. This feels like heaven on a plate when Krav’s the one doing it to me. I’m moaning again, the knowledge that I can’t move, that all I can do is lie there and take it only serving to increase the pleasure.
He licks up and down every square inch of flesh between my legs until I’m coiled like a spring, trembling, aching for him. And when he rears up and fits the head of his cock at my pussy, I open my eyes to find him gazing down at me. His pupils are slits again, his lips set in a firm line. The bronze-swirled muscles of his violet chest ripple with his movement as he hooks my legs up over his shoulders and drives into me slowly… stretching… invading…
