over the hot length of him, writhing as he slid his fingers down between her legs. The chains made a slight noise when her legs trembled. It reminded her that she was lying there chained and blindfolded. She wanted to rub her legs together. She wanted him to put out the fire he’d created. Just one hard thrust.
“Please,” she breathed in the dark.
She heard him open a condom package, and in a moment he’d pushed her flat on her back on the bed.
“Thank you.” In her rush to have him she’d forgotten everything else.
He went down on her first; she could feel it, the hard, smooth surface of his teeth, the softness of his lips, and finally his tongue on her clitoris. She arched, gasping.
Then he left her. She bit her lip rather than beg him to come back. But she ached for him. It had never been this intense.
He touched her with the fur, rubbing it over her throat, down over her nipples.
Then the fur feathered softly over her abdomen. She held her breath.
Finally he swept the fur between her thighs. Her sigh was as soft as the fleece. At the same time his strong fingers explored, almost roughly, seeking the core of her. The contrast overwhelmed her.
She shuddered, so close to an unfamiliar edge.
Abruptly he pinned her to the bed with all of his weight, thrusting his penis inside her in one stunning stroke.
And then he pulled out. “Do you want this? Me?”
She arched up. “Yes!”
Still he held himself over her. She could feel that he was holding something back.
It didn’t matter. All she wanted was the release he could give her. Life should always feel this incredible.
“Please, Bandit, now. I’ll give you a tip. A bigger tip.”
“Are you begging?”
“Yes!”
“Don’t forget. You begged me.”
She made an angry, frustrated sound and tried to reach up and bite his neck. How could he make her feel so aroused, and then play games with her? “You bastard. Do what I bought you to do!”
He didn’t complain. Instead he laughed softly. With a shift of his hips he entered her again, slowly, and then harder. Plundering her. Sobbing, she wound her arms around his neck. Through the roar of pleasure, the clinking of the chains and the sweat from the leather blindfold, she could only imagine those heavenly blue eyes glinting with holy hell as he took her to heaven.
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