I thrust my fingers inside him.
Draw them out.
And push them in again.
Slowly.
Ever so slowly as I suck first one ball and then the other.
He shudders under my caresses.
As his cock twitches, rising and hardening in front of me, I pepper sweet kisses along his thighs. Kiss the tip of his cock. Lick my way up it and nibble his piercing.
Rising, I continue my exploration, pushing his shirt up with my pussy-soaked fingers as I kiss his flat stomach. My other fingers stay inside him. His muscles spasm beneath my lips. And when I claim one of his nipples in-between my teeth, he archesback on a groan. Tugging on it gently, I grab his cock. His tight ass grips me as I grip him.
“My queen…” It comes out as a rasp. An order and a plea all at once.
Heady, I release his cock, lift my head and pull out of his ass. Smiling sweetly, I ask, “Now what did you say about me not getting an orgasm?”
Task.
Fucking.
Failed.
Tied to the bed on the mezzanine with my hands above me and my legs spread apart by two other belts, I glare at Richard.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, his eyes hard. “Do you want to tell me again what you were doing with the healing wand?”
“Nicholas hit me while sparring.” I don’t even hesitate.
“Arienna.”
“He did.” I smiled sweetly.
His eyes narrow. “One.”
A nervous giggle escapes. “One what?” I can handle an hour of edging.
“Day.”
My eyes widen. “That’s not fair!”
“Snakes are not to be messed with.”
“But –”
“Two.”
“It’s blind and pregnant!”
“Four.”
“What happened to three?”
“Six.”
Whimpering, I break down. “Okay! Bitey might have…” I trail off, suddenly realising I probably shouldn’t have named her Bitey.
