She grew more aroused as he worked her over. When he pulled her cheeks apart to open her tiny hole to his gaze, she flinched. He didn’t press the issue. She wasn’t ready for that yet.
He stroked lower—her thighs, and then her calves as he moved off her.
“Lift up on your knees, Kathleen, and spread them wide.”
She was trembling as she obeyed his command, but she didn’t question him.
When she lifted up onto her elbows, he stopped her with pressure to her shoulder. “Leave your head down and your arms above you. I just want your ass in the air, your pussy open to me.”
The quiver he felt running through her was accompanied by a groan. When he stroked a finger between her legs, he found her soaking wet and ready for him.
He climbed between her thighs and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady. With the other hand, he grazed her pussy again, dragging her moisture out and swirling it around her clit. She bucked. He held her still.
“So hot, baby. So tight,” he stated as he pushed two fingers into her pussy. “God, I love how your pussy grips my fingers.”
She moaned again. She might have said something into the pillow, but it wasn’t intelligible.
Still holding her waist, Gabe guided his cock between her and stroked it over her pussy. She writhed against him. Her arousal filled the room.
“I’m going to take you from behind now, Kathleen. Try not to make too much noise. We could have neighbors, you know.”
He knew that had been the farthest thing from her mind, and he loved how she flinched in fear of being heard. It added to her angst.
Gabriel gripped both of her hips and pressed his cock home in one quick pass.
Kathleen sucked in a breath and he held still deep inside her, waiting for her to release the oxygen from her lungs.
When she finally exhaled, he squeezed her hips. “Good girl. You okay?”
“Move,” she demanded.
He grinned. Perhaps she could give as good as she took. He certainly didn’t feel unmanned when she spoke to him like that.
He didn’t have intentions of letting her have the upper hand too often, but if she wanted to feel like she had some control occasionally, he’d let her top from the bottom. Whatever made her happy. Hell, whatever caused that mewling sound she emitted was worth it to him any day of the week.
He was so deep inside her, but it wasn’t quite enough for her. She squirmed against him, desperate for more contact.
Gabe pulled out and flipped her onto her back so fast, she gasped, wide eyed. He tugged the sheet from the end of the bed and pulled her arms over her head. Before she had a chance to argue, he’d tied her wrists to the headboard and wiggled his way down her body.
She moaned, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.
He loved to make her speechless. Meant he was doing his job correctly.
Settling between her spread legs, he sucked a nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other one hard enough for her to buck her chest upward. “Gabe,” she moaned. “I’m. . ."
“I know, baby. Let it go. Let me make you feel good. Stop trying to hold back.”
“You make my head spin. I can’t think.”
“Don’t think. Feel. I’m going to make you come now. Over and over.” This was the reason he was a Dom. He truly wanted his women to enjoy the event and lots of women needed this show of force in order to let themselves go. His mate was no exception. She held back on him and didn’t let her mind release enough to fall over the edge.
The simple act of tying her hands above her head made her vulnerable to his touch. It gave her the permission she needed to come for him.
He sucked her nipple in harder until she panted and wiggled to get away.
With her legs spread wide, she couldn’t escape the pressure he had against her pussy.
His own cock ached, demanding release after being stifled by this new position. But he wouldn’t appease the fellow until Kathleen came. It wasn’t his style.
He reached between their bodies and stroked her clit with his thumb.
She moaned. “Gabe, please.”
“What, baby. Tell me what you want, Kathleen.”
“I need you inside me.”
“And you shall have me, just after you orgasm. Come for me, Kathleen.”
He watched her grit her teeth, trying so hard to maintain control. He knew she really did crave his cock inside her pussy, but if he did that now, she might not come before he did. And that wasn’t acceptable.
He stroked between her lower lips, drawing out more of her moisture.
She fought the need to come. He glanced up at her face and watched the war battling in her expression.
“Come, Kathleen,” he demanded. “Do it and I’ll give you what you want.”