Devil's Girl(49)

My heart stuttered. Was he going to back off again? He moved away from the bed and rummaged for something in his clothes.

When he returned with his belt, I internally rejoiced.

There was nothing to tie me to on the bed - just a flat, solid headboard - so he bound my wrists behind my neck so my elbows were sticking up and out. Not the most glamorous position, but we were in too much of a rush to care about aesthetics.

He guided me onto my back. I tested the thin leather restraint - it had a little give, but was pretty secure as far as I could tell.

"Spread your knees." His eyelids were heavy, his voice an octave deeper. I felt it rumbling through my bones. I parted my legs, revealing my flushed and swollen pussy to his heated gaze. "Beautiful." He gripped my inner thighs and opened me further. Dampness trickled, and he licked his lips.

His warm hands roamed my inner thighs. "Do you enjoy being bound like this?"

"I do," I breathed. Being so helpless and so open before him was oddly liberating. I was just his to use as he pleased. I didn't have to worry about being entertaining, showing him a good time. I didn't have to worry about being hurt - at least, hurt more than I liked. I was just his, and safe.

He ran a finger slowly through my slit, taking my wetness and spreading it. I shivered. When his finger brushed my clit, I thought I would explode with need.

A grin lit up his face at the mewling sound I made. Then his fingers dug into my thighs and his head dipped between my legs. His tongue licked between my folds, quickly, briefly, making me cry out when it withdrew. But then he found my clit and moved over and around it with teasing flicks, each light touch more electrifying than the last. I tried to arch my back, to lift my hips and press against him, but he held me pinned to the mattress.

My breath stopped with each tiny touch. I thought I’d go mad - but then he slid a finger between my swollen lips and inside my needy channel. I yelped with surprise. One finger, then two, he slid in and out of me with his mouth latched to my clit. His tongue teased it with a soft touch, then with firmer strokes, keeping me guessing. Every nerve was on edge.

I pulled on the belt that bound my arms again, longing to grab him and pull him closer, to urge him on. But all I could do was give myself over to the pleasure he gave me at the pace he chose. I could feel my climax building - a delicious ache right at my core - but Theo backed off at the signs of its approach, lapping at me with a lighter touch before bringing me closer to the edge again until I thought I would scream.

“Please,” I urged, “Please, you’re driving me crazy. Sir.” He growled with satisfaction at my words. His mouth closed over my clit and he sucked hard, as he thrust his fingers harder. I cried out as my insides convulsed around his fingers; my hips bucked and my body spasmed as I came. As he kept sliding in and out of me, I felt like it could go on forever.

I heard him kick his pants away while I stared at the ceiling and caught my breath. His face entered my vision as he moved over me. “Let me go?” I asked, tugging at the restraint again.

He cupped my chin planted a soft, tender kiss on my lips. “Soon,” he said. There was a longing in his eyes, like he wanted to say something else, but he looked down between us instead and ran the head of his cock up and down my wetness. My lips parted with a soft moan. He caught my eyes again as he pressed slowly and firmly into me, so hard and hot and thick, stretching me, filling me completely.

I loosed a sound somewhere between a deep moan of pleasure and a sigh of relief; I felt like I’d been waiting for this for ages. My pussy contracted around him as he squeezed and nibbled my breasts, sucking on one nipple and then the other as he let me adjust to his size.

Finally, once I was a writhing, trembling mess, he moved. He adjusted his position so with each stroke, he brushed against my clit. I moaned again and yanked at the belt, desperate to feel my arms around him. He pumped with hard and controlled thrusts, his deep brown eyes boring down into mine, the heat and the passion mingling with disbelief. He leaned down and kissed me; as his tongue slid against mine, he reached behind me and unbuckled the belt, setting my hands free. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders like I was drowning.

I couldn’t hold back the tiny whimpers that rose in my throat. He increased the pace and force of his surges, filling me over and over. The whimpers became long moans against his neck, my nails digging into his back. I was close again; my hips tilted and lifted with a mind of their own; I wrapped my legs around his waist, taking him deeper, as deep as he could go. He groaned and nipped my ear. “Come for me, Ivy” he growled. His finger slid against my clit. “Come for me again.”