Page 124 of Dirty Husband

"Fuck." She tries to reach for me again. "Shep… please."

"Please what, princess?" I start gently. Sucking on her sweet skin. Then drawing circles around it. Back and forth. Right to left.

The scrape of my teeth.

Again, she groans.

Again, she reaches for me.

Again, she shakes when the restraints catch her arms.

Under the bed restraints. She's being pulled to the top corners of the bed. Not the most sophisticated. But enough she knows she's powerless.

Enough she has to take whatever I give her.

I tease her with hard flicks of my tongue. Again and again until she's digging her nails into her palms.

Then I bite her softly.

Harder.

Hard enough her groan is equal parts pain and pleasure.

Then harder.

"Fuck." Her exhale is quick. Her inhale is sharp. "Shep, please."

"Please?" I bite her again.

A groan falls from her lips.

Her head falls to one side, taking her wet hair with it.

She looks so fucking beautiful like this. Brimming with anticipation. Lost in this world of pleasure.

Where all she wants is release.

I bite her again. Then I move to her other nipple. Tease it just as mercilessly.

She tastes good. Like the soap in her shower. Like salt. And like Jasmine.

That taste that's uniquely her. That brings me back to all those years ago.

I'm not going there.

I'm here. In this moment, where I'm in control. Where I understand exactly what she wants. Where I'm the only one who can give her exactly what she wants.

Her toes squeeze the sheets as I scrape my teeth against her. She rocks her hips, trying to find some kind of contact.

I press my palm against her hipbone, pinning her to the bed.

Which makes her groan even louder.

I hold her in place as I toy with her nipple. Pain and pleasure mix together, until her groan is a beautiful jumble.

"Shep," she says it again. "Please. Fuck me. Please."

My cock whines. It's ready to be inside her. To feel her sweet softness.