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His hands rested on the inside of my thighs. “Stay still, my love.” The next thing I felt was his breath on my pussy, then his tongue, swirling my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I cried out when he eased two fingers inside me, wanting to beg him for more, but somehow knowing I shouldn’t. Brand was in complete control, and I fucking loved it. Never before would I have allowed another man—trusted another man—to tie me up, powerless.
He sucked and thrust harder until I cried out my release. As I floated back to reality, the ache between my legs grew. I could feel his presence even though he wasn’t touching me. “Brand, please,” I begged.
“What do you need, Butterfly?” He put one finger inside me.
“More. I need so much more.”
He added a second finger, then nipped the side of my breast before sucking the nipple into his mouth so hard it almost hurt. And yet, it didn’t. Once again, I was on the verge of another orgasm.
“Brand, please,” I repeated.
“Tell me what you want, Pen, or you may not get it.”
“Fuck me. God, I’m begging you.”
Rather than feel him shift to give me what I so desperately needed, Brand circled my clit with his thumb and moved his two fingers in and out of me far too slowly, driving up my desire.
I nearly bucked off the bed when his tongue swiped through my folds and then was gone. The next thing I felt was his lips on mine.
“Taste yourself, Butterfly.” His kiss was hard and deep, like his fingers as they continued to play with my pussy. All too soon, Brand removed them and lifted himself away from me.
“Is this what you need, my love?” he asked, nudging my swollen sex with his thick, hard erection.
“God, yes.”
He went deeper, then cupped my bottom with both hands before slamming himself as far as he could go, then stilled. I could feel his cock pulsing like he was about to come, then he pulled all the way out before thrusting in again.
Over and over, he repeated his movements until I cried out another release.
“I need another,” he murmured as his teeth gently bit my nipple, causing my back to arch. “Will you give me one more?”
“I’ll give you anything, everything, Brand,” I whined.
“Forever?”
“For as long as I live.”
“Everything, Butterfly?”
Tears ran down my cheeks, and I nodded.
He eased back inside me and stilled. “Keep your eyes closed,” he said as he removed the scarf covering them. “Will you give yourself to me?”
“I already have.”
“Not in the most important way.”
“I’m yours in every way. However you want me.”
He cupped my cheek with one hand and used the other to release the scarf holding one wrist, then moved to the other. He rubbed each one. “Any tingling? Pain?”
“None.”
“What about your legs?”
I shook my head.