She wondered what he was thinking.
Were you watching me as I pleasured myself?
Have you brought me here because you have decided to make me yours?
He held out his hands.
“Kate,” he said, smiling.
The fact he was smiling gladdened her heart.
She was still holding the vibrator, and she hastily turned it off and put it down onto the floor. Then she took his large and very warm hands and let him raise her to her feet. Her legs were shaky, and she wobbled, but he steadied her.
“Kate.” His voice was sensual and smoky. He was still smiling as he drew her towards him so they were body to body, breasts to the lower part of his hard chest.
He bent his head down to kiss her. His lips touched hers, and she was floored. His kiss was always electrifying and this one was no different. Full lips sealed upon full lips. His tongue parted her lips firmly and darted into her mouth. She let him explore her mouth, their tongues intertwining and interlocking. He sucked in her breath and the sweetness of her mouth, and she breathed in his scent.
The kiss seemed to go on and on, until she was drowning in him. She couldn’t recall him ever having kissed her so passionately before.
His mouth soon left hers and dipped down to her neck. He sucked in the skin of her neck, leaving love bites all the way down her throat. Her skin was flushed and very warm. Her arteries throbbed at the sides of her neck, pulsating with life. His mouth crept down to her sternum and then to the curve of her breasts.
Suck my nipples, she wanted to moan to him. Take them in your mouth and suck them till I can feel it in the soles of my feet!
But his hands caught both her wrists suddenly.
She gasped at his about-turn. She gazed into his eyes. His green eyes were now harder and commanding.
He brought up her wrists in between their bodies and held both of them in one of his hands. He was so very strong, and she was helpless. Somehow, this thrilled her even more.
“Kate,” he murmured, “I won’t hurt you . . . unless you want me to.”
Holding her wrists in this manner, he brought her arms up to where a leather cuff dangled from the ceiling. He clasped her wrists with these fur-lined cuffs. She was almost on her toes as her arms were strung from a chain in the ceiling. She could see herself in the mirrors – a naked captive. Alluring and beautiful in her captivity.
Rust seemed to think so too. His nostrils flared as he breathed in sharply.
“You are beautiful,” he said. “Look at you. Just look at you.”
He went behind her and slid his hands around her waist. He locked eyes with her in the mirror. His erection prodded her buttocks. He started to caress her breasts and her waist.
“Beautiful,” he kept murmuring. His green eyes glittered with appreciation.
She saw herself in his gaze and her soul expanded with his desire. He finds me beautiful. How important that was to her – she who had never considered herself beautiful.
“I want to fuck you,” he said into her ear. “God, how much I do want to fuck you.”
His hand went down to her pussy and he parted her leaves. His fingers rubbed against the soft, extremely tender nub of her clit. The tendrils of pleasure exploded from her groin to swarm her entire pussy.
She was so wet. So very wet down there.
“Please . . . fuck me,” she moaned.
“Should I use a condom?” he teased.
He was so beautiful in the mirror. Such a splendid specimen of a man. He stood as tall and proud as a god behind her, and his hands were on her pussy – opening her up like a flower, stimulating and caressing her most intimate recesses and edges of flesh.
“No,” she whispered. “You don’t have to use a condom. Not anymore. Not with me.”
She would give this gift to him, and she could only pray he would not betray her.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“But maybe I should open you up more,” he said.
He moved away. Then he went to her side and grasped her right leg. She gasped as he raised it to the level of another leather cuff. He imprisoned her ankle in this, so that she was dangling most uncomfortably on three upraised limbs now. Then he did the same with her other angle with another leather cuff on her other side.
She was now suspended from the ceiling by the chains and cuffs. Her pussy and asshole were prominently displayed. If she peered downward, she could see her glistening flesh, leaking with white pussy juices.
He moved in front of her. His cock was so hard it was almost upright.
“Kate,” he murmured.
His cock nudged and eased itself between her sopping folds. Then he pushed. His penis cleaved her vaginal tunnel easily – she was so wet. His hard flesh rushed into her and expanded her with startling suddenness.
She cried out at the pleasure and pain of his impalement.