Then as my nipples hardened to painful, diamond-bright points, Silas dove into my cunt.
Before, he’d handled me with the delicacy of china glassware, two pump chumping me with soft kisses. Now he was like a starving man led to a trough.
I refused to encourage him, so I remained silent as he ate me out eagerly, his groans and gasps and low rumbles the only noise in the library besides the crackling of the fire.
“You’re so delicious, Mistress!” he moaned.
I tugged on his collar.
“Down, boy!”
His pupils were blown wide with arousal, and I could hear his dripping cock dragging along the ground.
“You think you can come without permission?”
“I—”
“I wrapped the leash tight around my hand.
“No coming. Do you agree?”
He was so close I could see the beads of sweat pouring down his throat, the way his heart was hammering in his chest.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Proceed then.”
I leaned back, and he dove for my clit again, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, then plunging inside me, like he wanted to suck up every drop of arousal.
It was positively filthy how deep he stuck his tongue inside me, how the floor was slick underneath my heels. I could feel arousal coiling in my belly, building in my pussy, and I pulled on the leash, but my husband was like a man possessed.
Clenching my teeth together, I came noiselessly and without warning, and Silas yelped like a feral wolf, smashing his face into my folds, licking up every drop as he panted and whimpered.
His face was still wet, my release dripping down his chin, when he looked anxiously up at me.
“Did you like that? Was it good?”
I said nothing as my thighs shook and stars clustered in the corners of my vision, holding his dark primal gaze until I could talk normally.
“I’ve had better.”
“Please, let me do it again!” he said eagerly. “I can do it even better next time!”
“Ho hum,” I said. “It’s bedtime now. Playtime is over for the night.”
“Please, Mistress, let me sleep in the same bed as you.”
“You want to keep doing pet play?” I asked sharply.
He leaned back on his heels and gestured down to his cock.
He looked ruined and heavy-lidded, his cock leaking down his legs so hard the entire bottom of his pants was soaked, his shirt stuck to his sculptured chest with sweat.
“Yes,” he said in a low rumble, and his eyes under those dark lashes gleamed at me.
Fucking hell, he was stubborn.
I got up and tugged on the leash, heading upstairs to bed and forcing him to scramble up the stairs behind me to keep up.
