Kept by Him(33)

his ears, quieted only by her moans, and that ball-twisting yell she next made when he thrust into her

pussy again.

He dropped over her, his hands sliding up her arms, caressing her, then down her rib cage, his

heated whisper in her ear. “Now you will know what true pleasure is, Monica. Roland can’t give it to

you. Nobody can but me. No one can replace what you really want. No other man will be me.”

She tossed her face, her face ravaged in ecstasy.

He edged back and braced up on his arms. “You can let go sometimes … only when you’re under

me … completely protected by me. Possessed. Penetrated. By me. Being watched. By me. You know

I’d do anything for you. Anything.”

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut on the next thrust, her hips angling to receive him—every

throbbing, pulsing inch of him. “That’s what scares me the most.…”

The confession undid him, and he growled, pumping faster, with more desperation, clenching her

face between his hands, licking her lips hungrily. “Accept me, Monica. Take me. I want to be yours.”

In that last final thrust, he barked out in pleasure, then he quickly pulled out, and started rubbing and

spilling all over her pelvis and the outer lips of her pussy, the head of his cock stroking her pearly nub

until she broke apart.

He watched her convulsions seize her, the sight filling him with thrilling possessiveness.

He greedily fitted his mouth to hers as her shudders subsided, then set loose her legs first, followed

by her arms, and as soon as he freed her, Monica lunged at him. “Give me that,” she said breathlessly,

going up to her knees on the bed, her breasts pressed against his diaphragm as she reached up to grab

the binding.

“I don’t think so,” he said, laughing, as he raised it above her head.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport. Let me tie you up.” Their bodies rubbed as she again made a try for it,

their chests slick and hot, and his cock, only partly softened, immediately shot up.

His voice roughened. “Why would you want to tie me up when I can pleasure you better with my

hands free?” He cupped her breast in his hand and explored the rosy peaks with his fingers.

“Because…” Her voice was throaty and soft with arousal as she caressed his hard chest and kissed

him, her mouth hot and wet as she thirstily suckled on his tongue. He seized one of her hands and

curved it around the base of his cock, his heat burning in her palm, the air crackling around them. “Are

you going to kiss me here again?” he asked gutturally.

She nodded, and the thought drove him crazy, made his scrotum tighten and his dick stiffen with

need. Monica was on her knees, trembling with need. He’d never do this for another woman; he’d

always done the tying. But the thought of her pleasuring him in any way she wanted to pleasure him

made him want to groan and roll over like a dog and play dead. He gave her the fastening, then edged

back on the headboard, his heart beating like a jackhammer in his chest.

Their bodies were naked and moist from lovemaking, and he watched, enraptured, as her breasts

jiggled as she maneuvered to fasten him. His mouth watered with wanting to feed from her nipples,

her pussy, and although he forced himself to relax against the headboard, his erection was not relaxed

at all. Neither was Monica’s sex, looking as wet as he’d ever seen it. Nor her nipples, looking darker,

duskier, after their lovemaking.

“When did you get this?” she asked in a cottony whisper, stroking her fingers over his tattoo.

“One drunken night … when the girl I loved refused to kiss me.”

She looped his tied wrists up on the hook, and suddenly stopped to stare, her eyes wide and a stormy

blue, her cheeks flaming bright red. “Don’t say that word,” she murmured, then her fingers trailed

downward. His stomach contracted when she led them along each ab square, her tongue following,

licking him. Tasting him. Sending his senses wildly spinning.

His voice thickened as his toes curled from the pleasure the swipes of her tongue were giving him.

“I’ll say it until you’re used to hearing it.”

She paused, and he watched her struggle to gather herself. Then she slid her hands over his chest

muscles and traced his nipples with both her fingers, lightly stroking the two small brown points, dark

and aroused, his chest rising a little faster as she pinched them.

“God, I love your touch. I love the way you smile at me, in a way nobody gets to see but me.”

She shuddered as she bent to press her lips to his belly button, and his cock accidentally grazed

across her smooth flat belly. He jerked and groaned at the tantalizing sensation. He was pulsing with