Wes took off his briefs. His cock sprang free. My mouth watered, and my core pulsed.
“Are you…” I couldn’t peel my eyes away. “Pavlov-ing me into being kind to myself with the power of your cock?”
Wes gripped the back of my head and took a step forward. “Maybe.” He stroked himself slowly, inches from my mouth. “I’m glad you recognize what has power here.” He tilted my head back. “We worship what has power over us, don’t we, baby?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Open your pretty mouth and show me you understand.”
I opened. My tongue swept across the tip, tasting the salty beads of precum that had gathered there. Wes groaned, rocking his hips slowly as a shudder racked through him. I took him into my mouth, sucking.
“That’s it, Nova.”
He inched deeper, and my bound wrists strained against the rope, unused to the restriction. Wes held the reins,literally. He controlled the pace and the depth. My mind quieted, filled only with receptiveness for everything Wes gave me.
At first, he was gentle, letting me acclimate. I followed instructions like a votary who had taken vows of dedication to something bigger and higher than herself.
It was bliss.
Wes cursed, straining as his cock twitched in my mouth. I gagged as he pushed deeper, quickening his pace.
I’d soaked through my panties, every nerve ending alive and burning.
Wes knew the moment I needed a break, before I could even lift my bound wrists to push against him. He slowly eased out, his cock impossibly hard and slick with my saliva.
“My turn.”
Wes lifted me off the floor and threw me onto his bed. I made a startled gasp at the sudden movement, the roughness with which he manhandled me. He shoved my arms above my head and tied the extra rope to a decorative silver loop hanging low on the bed frame. Or, at least, at first glance it appeared merely decorative, just like the other ornate hard points on the corners of the frame.
Wait a damn minute.
“Oh my God, is your beddesignedfor restraints?” I balked.
Wes kissed my forehead.
“You built it, didn’t you?” I suddenly remembered him saying he built furniture,among other things. “What other nefarious contraptions have you constructed?”
Wes hovered over me. His lips slowly curved. That damn Scorpio stellium reared its head, giving his gaze a dark, mysterious edge. “Don’t worry about it, baby.”
“I’m tied to your bed!” I wiggled my wrists, pulling at the rope. “This is exactly the appropriate time to worry.”
Wes pulled my panties down my legs—but he left my thigh high socks on, of course. “Not really. If you’re tied to my bed, it’s kind of too late for you, isn’t it?”
Delicious trepidation coursed through my blood. Wes watched my face, knowing intimately the inner workings of my desires after I’d dutifully completed his kinky homework assignments. He knew I wanted him to play with my fear, to fuck my mind as much as he fucked my body.
“Now be quiet. I need to focus on my meal.”
Wes kissed my neck, and I shut up immediately. He left a trail of kisses down my chest. His tongue teased a nipple, and I squirmed, my hips lifting in search of friction.
Wes pushed me back down. “Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded. He slipped a hand between my legs and grabbed my core possessively. “Bad girl. Behave.”
I stilled, even though it was torturous. He kissed my navel, easing toward where I needed him most. When his lips met my thigh, just inches from my throbbing clit, I let out a breathy, desperate moan.
Wes sucked the skin hard enough to leave a mark. I melted into the duvet.
He shoved my legs apart. His lips brushed my clit, ever so slightly. I held my breath, the flutter of pleasure painfully brief. He slipped a hand under my hips and lifted me.
And then, Wes’s control finally snapped. “Fuck, Nova,” he growled before devouring me.
