When he finished, she tried to move, but couldn’t. Her legs were fastened to the bed, spread eagle. Her entire world was his for the taking. Any way he wanted to.
“You’re so wet already. Your pussy is begging to be filled with cock. Is that what you want?”
Jessica whimpered. She didn’t care what he did as long as he did something. Anything.
“Hmm. I don’t think so, I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
She heard movement and bit her lip to keep from begging. When his lips brushed across her knee, she cried out, unable to hold back anymore.
He trailed his kisses higher, each one ripping a tortured moan from her lips. She struggled in the bindings, pulling on her arms and legs, frantic for more.
“Tate, please. I can’t take it.”
“I thought you wanted me in control?”
“I do, but…”
“Then stop fighting it, Jess. Let me lead. You’ll come so hard you’ll cry.”
She bit back a groan and he resumed his teasing, adding a lick of his tongue across her taut tendon. Her whole body shivered and as he planted kisses above her dripping slit, a wave of pleasure knocked the breath out of her.
He took advantage, slinking lower and thrusting his tongue inside her without warning, pumping in and out and fueling her desire. She’d never been so high so fast. So close to an orgasm without a single flick against her clit.
His tongue caressed and lapped and his breath blew hot over her folds. Oh, god. Without sight or freedom of movement, all she could do was feel. Being bound forced her to let go of the worry and anxiety of performing. No more ‘Am I doing it right? Does he like this? Does he want that?’ Just enjoyment. Pure, unadulterated enjoyment.
Jessica let out a keening moan and Tate grumbled his reply, sliding up to find her clit. Rolling his tongue across it, he sent bursts of ecstasy shooting through her.
Again and again he flicked the hard little nub, working her into a frenzy. She panted and gasped and bucked her hips into his mouth, pulling against the bindings on her ankles and wrists, loving the feel of the cord bumping over her skin.
As the beginnings of an orgasm grew in her core, he pulled back, leaving her clit throbbing and needy. She wailed in protest, but before she could speak, he crushed his lips into hers. Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, he forced her to taste how hot he made her. God, he must be soaked.
He broke their kiss and left her, mouth open, tongue licking air as he bent to suckle her breast. Pleasure sparked through her again and she wasn’t sure she’d survive.
* * *
God, damn. She was everything he’d ever wanted. Every woman he’d ever created in his own mind. Her body opened up to him as soon as he took away her sight. And when he tied her up in knots, she soared.
Her pussy trembled between her legs and he could feel the vibrations of her needy little snatch as it begged for him to fill her up. But he wasn’t giving in. Not yet. He wanted her body to sing.
Lapping at her nipple, he pulled the tight little bud into his mouth, suckling and nipping and rolling it around his tongue. Jessica panted above him, squirming against his onslaught and humming in need.
Tate couldn’t deny that she was beautiful—she was a fitness model for god sakes. But seeing her tied up and submitting—begging for him to own her with his touch—fucking unbelievable. He wanted to take her picture in a dirty little photo shoot. Show her who she really was. Who he made her become.
Letting go of her breast, he worked his way to the other side, laving her nipple and drawing sweet little mewls from deep within her. Her legs strained against the bindings and she licked her lips over and over. She was desperate.
He leaned back and smiled. “Are you ready to come for me?”
She groaned in response, hanging her head and exhaling in a rush. “Oh, Tate. Yes. Please.”
“Good. Then come for me, Jess. Come for me now.” He bent down and latched onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he thrust a finger inside her empty channel. As he curled his finger inside her, she came. Twisting into a vise, her muscles clamped down around him while her soul flew apart.
Her mouth opened in a soundless scream and he rolled his tongue over her clit, prolonging the ecstasy and driving her higher. After what seemed like forever, she collapsed, slumping on top of him and shaking.
He kissed her knee and she moaned, too exhausted to pull away. With a smile, he bent to her bindings, untying first one leg and then another. When they slipped free, he placed his arms beneath her and lifted her up, sliding onto the bed with her, and nestling her body into his.
She fell onto the pillow, auburn hair matted and soaked in sweat, lips swollen and red, cheeks vibrant pink and glowing. He ran his hands down her bound arms and she shivered. Undoing one knot at a time, he set her arms free. Rings of indentations marred her skin—temporary reminders of what they’d just shared.