Bunny and the Beast(Divine Creek Ranch 22)(82)

“You—that—ow!” she screeched as he squeezed the other butt cheek.

“Fiammetta, your submission is hard-earned, and I plan to enjoy it completely,” he said as he gently turned her to her back, and she hissed as all that heat was contained and radiated back into her flesh like a sunburn.

Holy cow!

“Grip the rails of the headboard,” he murmured as he got up and went to the dark wooden armoire across the room.

He opened it and slid out a drawer. Moments later, he returned with what looked like a brush, similar to the one she used when she applied and blended her eye shadow. This one had a luxurious lacquered handle, and the tapered bristles looked sable-soft as he ran a finger over them.

He held it up. “Something special I purchased with you in mind.”

“Um…” The question was obvious in her tone.

Joseph grinned and trailed his lips over her abdomen and downward. “Close your eyes and keep them that way.”

“Sir…” she whispered, doing as he asked.

He stroked her pussy lips with broad wet strokes of his tongue and then blew a stream of warm air against her clit, causing her cunt to clench, and then licked some more, interspersing with more gentle breaths against her labia until she barely managed to keep from begging.

“My spunky little lass, remember, hands on the headboard.”

She twitched when he spread her outer labia wide with the fingers of one hand, and she tilted up to him, eager for whatever he would do next. A feather-light touch drifted over the edge of her inner labia, and she stilled.

The brush.

The stroke was ticklish as he drew the bristles up and down her throbbing flesh. Is this tickle torture?

He spread her lips slightly wider, and then a thousand tiny pricks of pleasure sparkled through her and stole her breath as he slowly fanned the bristles directly over her clit. Her opening spasmed, making her more aware of her swollen emptiness. He swirled the bristles in a circle and then applied them more directly to her clit, top to bottom, over and over. Her temperature soared as her cunt clenched with each downward sweep.

“Oh, please, Master,” she whispered. She wanted him inside her so badly, to feel him close and warm, despite the heat still licking at her backside.

His reply was his lips on her hip bone, the spasms growing stronger as he increased the infinitesimal pressure, and it began to feel as though sparks were dancing on her sensitive flesh. Coherent thought was obliterated by tiny pinpricks of exquisite sensation.

“You are so beautifully responsive, love.” She heard the sounds of a foil wrapper tearing and wanted to cry out in relief as he quickly sheathed his cock with a condom. “Wait for me,” he murmured and impaled her with a single thrust.

On the verge of orgasm, she held tight to the headboard rails and whimpered as she breathed deeply, trying to hold the climax back, unsure whether she succeeded fully or not.

“Good girl,” he whispered to her as he thrust over and over. “You feel so good, so hot and slick. So mine.”

“Yes! Yes, Joseph.”

“What?” he growled, a hint of humor in his tone.

“Sir! Oh, Sir! Fuck me!”

He came up onto his elbows and lifted her thigh to wrap around his middle, and his thrusts came harder and harder, pushing her to the edge. “That’s it, fiammetta. I love the sweet tugging of your tight pussy. Come for me.”

“Yes!” Pleasure erupted inside her as she bowed her back and tilted her head to scream, the waves of ecstasy growing larger and larger as her body tightened with the agonizing implosion.

Joseph fucked her deep, into the raspy, silken fabric of the bed, just as he said he would. She let go of the headboard railings and held on tightly, raking her fingernails down his back to his ass cheeks and gripping him hard as another orgasm rolled over her.

Lying limp, she realized he was still trembling above her, breathing deep. He hadn’t climaxed yet. She was about to ask when he pulled from her with a rumbling sound of protest and flipped her over as if she weighed nothing.

“Hands and knees, Bunny. Time to take out your butt plug.”

A little leery, she looked over her shoulder and saw him, flushed and gripping his cock at the base. Bonelessly, she did as he asked, marveling at his control.

“You want to…”

He chuckled, still a little breathless. “No, I intend to…”

Meeting his gaze, she saw his arched eyebrow and realized she was supposed to have her eyes closed. He chuckled as she hid her face in the bedspread, and she giggled in reply. She heard the tear of another condom wrapper, his groan as he applied a fresh condom, and the pop of a flip cap. Judging by the slick, wet sound, he was smoothing lubricant on his thick, hard cock. She clenched for a moment, wondering how his control was holding up as he took a deep breath and placed a warm hand on her lower back.