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He stared at her, his eyes imploring and demanding at the same time.“Come back, baby.I can make you feel— Oh, fuck!”
Her mouth closed over his cock, her greedy and desperate suction making his hips surge clean off the bed.With all her strength, she pushed him down and took him as deep as she could, his thickness filling her to discomfort.Her wet, slippery tongue slid along the underside of his engorged length and felt the thick vein pulse against her lips.
His biceps bulged against his restraints, his eyes darkening to a molten grey as pleasure washed over him.She released him and flicked the tip of her tongue over him.He panted out thick, coarse words of pleasure.
“You like that?”
“Fuck.Yeah.”He shuddered.
His hips twitched again, and his thighs brushed her sensitive nipples.Suddenly, a memory cut through her thoughts.Slowly, she licked him one last time and pulled away.
He watched her leave the bed with something akin to horror and outrage.“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”he roared.
She raised a brow and earned herself another dark look.Turning on her heel, she slowly lowered her panties and kicked them away.Then she looked at him over her shoulder.“Be a good boy and be patient, Zach.It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
His eyes remained on her ass, his breathing rough and harsh.“God help you, Peaches, because when I get my hands on you, I will fuck you until you break in half.Then I’ll fuck you back together again.”The dark promise sent sensation skittering over her skin as she headed for the room he’d retrieved the cuffs from, what felt like ages ago now.
She opened the door, stepped in and gasped.
As it had in Marrakech, the sight of the extensive toy room made a fierce blush suffuse her body.The smell of leather and steel had never been so heady.Nor had she felt so very turned on by the sight of so many pleasure-giving gadgets collected in one room.She turned in a full circle, noting the cock-chair, the gurney, the collar and nipple clamp combo and the bigger St Andrews Cross taking up the whole of the opposite wall.
Of course, there wasn’t a chastity belt in sight.But there was a tall gadget that looked like a rocking horse, complete with a double saddle, stirrups and bridle.
Bethany shivered as she walked past it, her mind whirling with images of what Zach could do to her on that thing.
She went to the large chest of drawers and searched until she found the bottle she needed.
His gaze found hers the moment she walked back into the bedroom.Then it flicked to what she held.“Did you like your toy room?”
“I’ve seen it.A rocking horse, Zach?Really?”
“Just say the word, baby, and I’ll give you the ride of your life.”
“You’re depraved.”
He caught her shiver and laughed.“And you love it.What are you going to do with that?”Dark anticipation coated his voice.
She climbed back onto the bed, flicked the top of the bottle and tipped it over her chest.“I’m going to drive you out of your mind.”
Liquid dripped down her midriff and pooled in her belly button.Dropping the bottle containing the most heavenly scented oil, she smoothed her hands over her breasts and then over his erection.
Intense grey eyes watched her every move, her every stroke.“Holy fuck.”
She stared up at him and smiled.“Too much, Zach?I can be gentle if you ask nicely.”
“That sassy mouth is going to get your ass pink, Peaches.Count on it.Now do it.”
She pouted and pretended to hesitate.His growl warned her into action.Bending low, she cupped her breasts around his cock, trapped him in her cleavage, and began to rub him up and down.
Zach being Zach, he took over within seconds, fucking himself between her breasts with long, sure strokes that drove them both close to the edge.
Just when she believed she would come from being tit-fucked, he jerked away.“Your pussy, baby.I need it.Now.”
She was too far gone to remind him that she was in charge.Besides, she needed to feel his possession as much as he yearned to be inside her.
She rose and stared down at the beautiful, breathtaking man bound and ready for her.Something hot, hard and painful clenched in her chest.
Tears she’d believed were dried and gone pricked her eyes.