Page 62 of Delicious Surrender
He placed a kiss on her nose and shifted himself off the bed. She watched in a trance as he fastened his belt around her thighs, just above her knees. He rolled her onto her stomach to undo the buttons and hooks on her harem pants. He pulled them down to mid-thigh, along with her panties. She moaned into the sheets when his hands ran over her ass, squeezing and pinching until she flung her feet in the air to deter him.
“With each little defiance comes one more level of restraint.”
She tried to roll away, but he leaned his heavy torso over her legs and made quick work of securing her ankles with one of the cloth belts. The restraints made her feel more helpless and more aroused than since…well, ever.
When he rose and pulled her legs toward the edge of the bed, she let out a squeal of pain. He stopped and turned her over. “What’s wrong, Brynne?” Concern creased his forehead.
“My top, it hurts. The beads are digging into me.”
In a split second, he unhooked the clasps, ripped the straps and threw it on the floor, his eyes dark with purpose.
“Oh no!” She pouted. “It was so beautiful, and you ruined it.”
He looked down at her bountiful breasts and laid feathery kisses where the underwire had marked her delicate skin. “Sonya will make you another one that doesn’t hurt you.”
Her nipples hardened under his attention, but he concentrated everywhere but there. Finally, he captured her breasts in his large hands, cupping them with his fingers and pressing them together, his eyes dilated with desire. Her areolas were dusky pink, hard little points jutting from the centers, begging for attention.
He rolled her nipples between his fingers until her mouth opened, her breathing ragged. “You should have said something sooner.”
“I didn’t care. I’m out of my mind waiting for you to put me out of my misery. Please, god…”
He bent low and used the point of his tongue to flick and torture the hard peak, making her moan. His mouth sucked and nibbled one and then the other until they were glistening and aching for more. Her head was buzzing, and her pussy swelled in anticipation.
“First things first,” he said, picking her up effortlessly and laying her over his lap.
“Oh god,” she breathed, squirming on his hard-muscled thighs.
“No screaming, we don’t want your neighbors to call the police,” he said as he pulled her bound hands higher on her back.
“How can I promise that?”
Smack!The first blow on bare skin caught her by surprise, and she moaned loudly.
“That was nothing. Surely you are tougher than that?”
“Bite me,” she blurted without thinking.
“Aye, lass, that’s five, or was it six?” She heard the amusement in his voice.
Smack!His hand came down hard. She whined and pressed her lips together, refusing to be a wimp. Again and again, he smacked her cheeks and her upper thighs. Heat was spreading, and she squirmed to avoid the next blows, but he had her pinned. She realized by grinding herself against his thigh, she might be able to bring herself off. She struggled to bring his leg into contact with her mound and smiled when his hard cock pressed up against her stomach.
“Don’t you dare.” His tone was dark and threatening.
She was not averse to begging. “Oh please, I’m so close.”
“I decide how and when you come, my sweet, and it won’t be wasted on my leg.” His tone was serious as he laid her carefully on the bed and stood. “My god, you’re a beautiful sight,all trussed up for me. I’m going to devour you.”
She stared up at him in awe, her body drunk on helplessness. He started stripping off his clothes. Her mouth watered and her lady parts followed suit when he revealed his muscled chest and washboard stomach, lightly covered in dark hair.
He undid the button on his pants but stopped and rolled her onto her stomach. “That’s long enough to be tied this way. You are probably oblivious to the numbness in your arms.” He made quick work of releasing her wrists and rubbed her arms and hands to restore full circulation.
Brynne moaned when he turned her back over. “Ooh god, that’s better—they are tingling a bit!” Then shyly she looked at him. “I, I liked it. Being tied that way, it did something to me.”
“It did something to me, too.” His jaw was rigid as he untied the belt at her ankles and fumbled with the last tie. “Now get those pretty pants off, unless you want them ripped to shreds.”
Brynne finished undoing the belt and dragged the flowy harem pants off, then sat in rapt fascination as he stripped off his pants and boxer briefs. His long thick cock jutted out from his body, and she marveled at how beautiful it was—dark, shiny, and rock hard. She licked her lips in anticipation. He saw and responded in a low dark voice, “Lay back on the bed and spread your legs. I want to look at you.”
Brynne blushed deeply, unable to meet his gaze, but did as she was told.