Page 86 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Hunter

"Good girl."

A shiver streaks down her body. Her pupils dilate. Oh yeah, she loves being praised, and I am only too happy to oblige her on that. Of course, she’ll have to earn it, as she’s already realizing, but that should only make the praise, when she receives it, so much more satisfying.

I twist her arm over her head, then loop the scarf about her wrist and tie it to the headboard.

When I hold out my other hand, she places hers in mine without hesitation. I tie her hand to the headboard, then slide off the bed. I walk around to the foot, then circle her ankle with my fingers.

She tries to pull her leg away, but I hold on. "You remember your safe word, don’t you?"

She nods.

"Are you going to use it?"

She shakes her head.

"Then let me do this for you, Zara. I promise you’re going to love it… Eventually."

"That wasn’t very reassuring."

"You’re doing so well, baby, just put yourself in my hands."

She swallows, then nods.

"That’s my girl."

This time, a moan bleeds from her lips. The scent of her arousal fills the air.

My groin tightens, and I bend and tie first one leg, then the other, to the footboard.

I straighten, then fold my arms over my chest. I take my time perusing her—from her flushed features to her upturned breasts, her narrow waist, and the flare of those gorgeous hips, she’s a vision I’m going to carry in my head long after today.

"You’re so beautiful, baby," I murmur.

She swallows, and goosebumps pop on her skin.

"Have you ever been told just how gorgeous you are? How spectacular your body is? How incredible you look laid out there for my delectation?"

I wrap my fingers about my cock and squeeze. Her body jerks. She writhes, tugs on her bindings, and that only tightens her restraints further.

"Untie me, so I can touch you," she pants.

"Not yet."

I massage my dick from base to crown, and her pupils dilate. Her gaze is fixed on my crotch, her lips parted.

"Do you want to taste me, baby?"

She nods.

"Do you want my shaft down your throat?"

"Yes." She licks her lips.

"Are you going to swallow every last drop and then lick me off?"

She tugs on her ties again, then scowls. "Why are you torturing me?"

"Because you love it."

"I didn’t sign up to be taunted."

"Oh?" I continue to swipe myself from base to crown, and again. Her thigh muscles clench. She’s trying to squeeze her legs together, but of course, she’s unable to pull free of her bonds.

"Hunter," she snarls.

I laugh.

Her frown deepens. She still hasn’t taken her gaze off of my throbbing and very erect cock.

"You want this, don’t you, Fire? You want me to fuck your face, then your pussy, and your arse… Or preferably, have me fill all of your holes at the same time, don’t you?"

"Fuck you, Hunter," she snaps.

"If that’s how you feel, then..." I turn as if to leave, and she gives out an angry cry.

"Fine! You plonkface, you jerkass, you prathole, fine. You win."

"I love it when you speak dirty, baby."

She draws in a breath and lets it out. "I told you, you win."

"Not the words I was looking for."

"What do you want me to say, you…you…wanker?"

I arch an eyebrow. "You know what."

"I’m not a mind reader," she snaps.

I raise a shoulder. "But you have an IQ of 160. I’m sure you can figure it out."

"Too bad I can’t say the same about your EQ. You…you…"

"Charismatic, attractive, magnetic man. Isn’t that what you were trying to say?" I smirk.

"You wish," she spits out.

"Okay, then." I turn and head toward the doorway.

I’ve almost reached it before she calls out, "Fine, fine. Yes, that’s what I was going to say."

"What was it? I didn’t quite hear you."

She blows out a breath. "I said you’re an intelligent, intuitive, charming man," she finally says.

I turn to glance at her. "Do you mean that?"

"You know, I do."

"Then prove it." I walk over to the bed and straddle her. "Take my cock like a good little slut and suck me off."

The pulse at the base of her throat accelerates.

Her chest rises and falls. Her hair crackles about her face like a medieval goddess.

She’s so fucking magnificent, I almost undo her ties and pull her to me, but that won’t help; I want every orgasm she has to be better than the previous one.

I want the endorphins to fill her blood.

I want her to be so drunk on the happy hormones that she remembers this time for the rest of her life.

I want her to feel this connection between us as intensely as I do.

I want her to experience just how connected we are, how in tune our thoughts are, how on the same wavelength our emotions are, how good it is when we both open up to each other, how there’s nothing like the sensations our fucking evokes in both of us. I want all of her. I want…

I crawl up her body, then position myself over her face.

"Open your mouth, baby."

She does.

I drag the crown of my weeping cock over her lips, and she licks them. My balls tighten, and I squeeze the base of my shaft to stop myself from coming right then.

"Remember to tap my hand if you want me to pull out."

She nods.

"You have the most perfect mouth, you know that? The first time I saw you, all I could think was that I wanted to have those beautiful lips around my shaft."

"We’re even then. The first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to sit on your face and pull your hair."

I blink, then bark out a laugh. "And you will, I promise. I’m going to give you so much pleasure you’ll forget everything else but my name."

"Promises, promises—"

Her words cut out because I’ve slid my dick between her lips. "Open wider still," I order.

She extends her jaw, and I glide my cock inside and down her throat. She breathes through her nose as tears squeeze out from the corners of her eyes. Then she breathes through her mouth, and I pull out until, once more, my cock is balanced between her lips.

"You okay to continue?"

She jerks her chin.

"You sure you don’t want to stop?"

She scowls at me, then tips up her chin and drags her tongue up my dick.

She closes her mouth about the head, and heat squeezes my chest. She begins to pull back, and I dig my fingers into her hair to hold her in place.

She moans around my cock, and my balls throb.

I ease the head back until I’m positioned between her lips, then once more, I slip my cock over her tongue.

She draws in a breath, and my head spins.

I wrap my fingers about her throat, and goddamn, the feel of my cock moving down her gullet is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

Her golden gaze widens; her eyes blaze with a combination of lust and heat, and that edge of defiance that draws me to her over and over again.

This queen of a woman agreed to suck me off, and fuck, if that isn’t both humbling and titillating.

She has me by my balls, literally. I’d do anything she asked.

It’s good that she doesn’t know that... Yet.

"I’m going to fuck your face, baby."

She swallows, and the suction around my shaft drives me a little out of my head.

I grit my teeth, forcing myself to slow down.

To focus on the pleasure. Just enough pain to make sure she’s on edge.

Enough friction to get her all hot and bothered, so she can’t stop thinking how it’d feel to have my dick inside her hot, melting pussy.

"If I feel between your legs, I bet you’re going to be so fucking moist. One strong tug of your clit, and you’re going to detonate, aren’t you, Fire?"

She groans, and the vibrations travel up the column of my cock.

Sweat beads my forehead. My balls draw up.

I increase the intensity of my back-forth-back motions.

Inside her mouth, down her throat, and out, and again, and again.

Her entire body shudders, and I know she’s close, so close.

I pull out of her, then slide down her body.

I bury my face between her legs, and she screams.

I slide my hands under her butt and squeeze as I stab my tongue inside her slit. I draw her clit into my mouth and suck on it, and she shatters. She throws back her head and yells as she climaxes. I lick up her cum, then crawl up and position myself over her face.

"You ready for me, baby?" She cracks open her eyelids, and the drugged, contented look in her eyes cuts me to the core. So, this is how it feels to put someone else’s pleasure ahead of my own. It’s the most fulfilling, most sexy feeling, almost as good as shooting my load. Almost.

I ease my cock between her lips and hold her gaze as I pull her hair behind and over her head so I can watch my dick disappear into her mouth.

I pull out, then slide back in, again and again.

She closes her mouth about my girth, and the suction shudders up my cock, squeezes down on my balls, and I empty myself down her throat.

Her eyelids flutter down and her body slumps. I reach over, untie the bonds from around her wrists, then release the restraints around her ankles. I lay back, pull her on top of me, and hold her until her breathing quietens. Finally, she tips up her chin and raises those gorgeous eyes to mine.

"Wh…what was that?"