“Give me your hands.”
He sat up and leaned over her, tugging her wrists behind her back and binding her tight as she gasped and fought for balance on her knees.
Honora watched his face intently as he tied off the ribbon, his expression fierce and greedy with desire.
He shifted on the seat, grabbing her upper arms and drawing her between his splayed legs.
“I think you should suck my cock,” he said, his voice grating with need as he ripped open his breeches and freed himself.
His erection bounced up against his belly, curving up proudly before her face as he ran his fingers lightly down the thick, veined length, letting her see what he had in store for her.
Honora hummed in appreciation, shifting on her knees as her sex throbbed at the sight, her hands flexing in their bindings with the need to touch him.
Silas speared his fingers into her hair, tugging her closer as the pins from her chignon fell to the carpet. Then he gripped the base, squeezing himself as he pushed the ruddy crown of his cock to her lips.
Honora moaned, flashing her eyes at him as she darted her tongue out and licked the plump silky head.
Silas cursed, raking the tip over her lips, teasing them both until Honora opened her mouth wide and sucked him into the heat of her mouth.
Oh, he liked that.Silas’s head fell back against the curve of the backrest as his hips flexed, pushing himself deeper until the bulge of his crown nudged the back of her throat.
Honora breathed desperately through her nose, unbalanced, fighting the urge to gag as Silas lighting tugged on her hair, dragging her mouth up and down the length of his shaft as she sucked and licked and swirled her tongue around the slit at the top. A drop of salty lust greeted her efforts, and she felt a surge of satisfaction, heat throbbing between her thighs.
Shaking her head from his grasp, she crawled closer, her arms twisted behind her as she allowed him to pop free from her lips. Then, she licked the length of his shaft, her mouth travelling down until she reached the thick base, then lower, so she could tongue the seam of his balls where they rested below.
“Fuck, Honora,”rasped Silas, his chest heaving as he pushed his breeches lower with shaking hands, giving her more room as she delicately sucked one heavy sack into her mouth, then the other, testing their weight on her tongue as Silas dug his fingers into her scalp.
His breath was ragged, his body tense as she finally moved her mouth back up his length, her eyes locked with his as she closed her mouth back over his crown and licked up every drop of seed that waited for her there.
“Enough,” he grunted, pushing her away so that she fell to her bottom. Silas threw himself from the chaise, dropping to his knees beside her and flipping her over so that her shoulders rested on the floor, her cheek pressed to the plush carpet.
“I can’t wait another second to be inside of you,” he groaned, rucking her skirts and petticoats up over her bottom and settling his knees on either side of hers.
Honora gasped against the floor, feeling his hands close over the bindings at her wrists and push her down, angling her hips up to receive him.
Then he shoved deep, spearing into her as she cried out with shock and pleasure, the small bite of pain a sweet contrast to the exquisite feeling of him filling her to the hilt.
She was soaking wet, and he thrust wildly, pounding into her as he held her in place.
Each drive of his hips soothing and stoking the need that burned hot at her centre until she was sobbing with pleasure, pushing back against him to take him deeper, harder as a terrible pressure built and twisted deep in her hips.
Silas groaned, his hands falling to her hips, digging into the soft skin there.
“Who is your master?” he growled, pulling out to the tip, panting as he held himself there, just stretching her entrance.
Honora whined, squirming with need. She was so close to release, it hurt.
“You. Oh, God, Silas.You.”
He surged deep, snapping his hips against her, once, twice.
Then he grabbed her bound wrists, yanking her up onto her knees, curving her up against his chest so that he could band an arm around her hips, holding her tight against him as he throbbed deep in her core.
His mouth skimmed the curve of her shoulder, biting down onto the soft skin at the base of her neck as his hand burrowed under the froth of her skirts, searching for the juncture of her thighs.
“No, sweetheart,” he rasped against her skin, finding his prize, forking his fingers over her swollen nub and pinching lightly.
“It’s you, Honora. Youownme.”
