Page 129 of Power of Shadow

The other leg is treated with equal tenderness.

I fall to my knees before my goddess. Ash deserves everything, no question. Including me on my knees.

“Want you to tie me up,” she says boldly.

I blink, frozen, lips almost touching her pussy. My voice is unnaturally low when I ask, “Could you repeat that?”

“Want you to tie me up and eat me.”

A wide smile spreads across my face. Only this girl can make me smile so much. Make me smile at all. “You’re the woman of my dreams, you know that? I look at you and I’m hungry, so that works out pretty well. On all fours in the middle of the bed. I’ll be right back.”

“On all fours?” Ash lifts herself up on her forearms and looks.

“I didn’t stutter. On all fours. Hands on the bed frame.”

She truly is the woman of my dreams. I’m heading to the closet to grab my two favorite ties. As I do, I realize I need to pick up some new gadgets to try out on her.

When I turn around, Ash is already waiting in the position I told her to take. She’s waiting for me, ready for me to fulfill her desire.

“Good girl,” I praise her as approach the bed. Her back arches slightly, and she inhales sharply. My lips curl into a bigger smile. My girl likes to be praised.

She doesn’t raise her head. Who would have thought that the fearless, elusive, and unknown Shadow has a tendency to be obedient?

With the end of the tie, I stroke the skin of her peachy ass, and she moves a little. But when the tie slides between her ass cheeks along her crack, I hear a barely audible hiss of air being sucked in.

“I love how sensitive you are. Your body knows who it belongs to, who it wants, doesn’t it?”

Without hesitation, she gasps, “Yes.”

I take my place on the left side of her head. I grab her delicate wrist and tie a loop around it, then tie the other end to the headboard. A moment later, I do the same with her other wrist. Ash’s shoulders drop, making her ass higher than the rest of her body.

I can’t stop watching her. Every inch of her creamy skin, every bit of goose bumps, her swollen breasts and silky thighs, the curve of her spine, trembling shoulders...

My mouth waters. My focus is completely on her and her needs.

With my fingers, I caress her sides and back. Right away, her breathing gets faster. Running my hands along her ribs, I lightly touch the side of her breast. Not enough to give her pleasure, but rather to tease her. I want her to want more, to want it as much as I do.

My lips fall on her ass cheeks and, while caressing her spine with my hands, I begin to lick, kiss, and suck her. At one point, I lift my head and see a red mark on her skin. I’m filled with satisfaction, but I remain silent about it. After all, she has no reason to be angry when no one but me may see this place.

I do exactly the same with the other cheek. Even more. If only I could spell out “RY” on one and “KER” on the other...

My torture makes my girl impatient, and she starts writhing on the bed. All to gain a little friction.

“Ryker, please.” Ash is already breathing so deeply that with each inhale she rises almost entirely.

“Yes, baby?”

“If you don’t fuck me in a minute, I swear to God I’ll kill you and masturbate in a pool of your blood.”

I chuckle. “So much violence in such a small body. Where does it come from?”

Despite my playful question, I run my finger along her slit. She’s like a little kitten rubbing against me. Moving her hips, she almost impales herself on my finger.

“Beg me, Ash,” I growl in a tone that brooks no argument.

But Ash wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t respond with defiance. “No way. I will not beg anyone. If you can’t get me there, maybe I should—”

Smack. Smack.