Page 58 of Touched By Moonlight

“Do you wantme?”

He was bigger, stronger and more powerful. No, not more powerful. I held more power. But he was wolf and accustomed to being in control. Perhaps even matingsavagely.

“I do,” Imurmured.

“Any way I can have you?” His voice sounded deeper, almostpleading.

“I trust you,” I softly toldhim.

Standing between my spread legs, Nicolas lowered his voice. “You’re going to come for me, again and again, as I fuck you. In fact, you’re so hot now, you can’t wait for my cock. You’ll beg me to take you. I’m going to make you scream. Again. And again, until you scream myname.”

I undulated on the leather table. “Do your worst. Or yourbest.”

His charming smile promised pleasure. “My best is very, verygood.”

My body tingled with eroticanticipation.

Nicolas went to a drawer and withdrew a tube of lubricant. He squirted some on his fingers and then began massing my genitals. I squirmed more, arousal biting andsharp.

“I don’t want you sore for what I haveplanned.”

Gel slid over my clit, massaged by his gentle touch. I thrust my hips upward. “More,” I toldhim.

He shook his head and left, walking over to the shelves. Nicolas selected a large dildo ridged with bumps. My vagina clenched hard, imaging it insideme.

Then he coated the phallus with gel until it glistened. Nicolas inserted it into my vagina. Internal muscles squeezing tight, I resisted. I wanted his cock, not this. But he kept pressing it firmly until it finally slid into my core, the pressure exquisite anderotic.

Then he walked around the table and began to suckle on my breast. His fingers caressed my skin, lightly teasing until he reached my clitagain.

Slowly he massaged, flicking his tongue across my rigid nipple. Moaning, I writhed harder, needing to touch him, but the restraints kept me in place. Climax hovered, but each time I drew close, he stopped. And then started all overagain.

In and out, the hard dildo slid out of my vagina. I felt frustrated and anxious tocome.

“Damnit, Nick if you were just going to teaseme…”

“Not teasing. Drawing out the pleasure.” His dark gaze held mine, commanding, intense. “Beg me, Sienna. Beg me tocome.”

I shook my head and he began the teasing strokes anew. The tension built higher and higher as I strained against mybonds.

“Nick, please, please, let mecome!”

He increased the pressure and I exploded around the phallus, screaming as my back arched into theair.

After two more orgasms, he murmured he would give me a break. Exhausted, I watched him slide the phallus out of mybody.

He licked the phallus as if it were an ice cream cone and closed his eyes. “Mmm, your juices tastedelicious.”

“Nick!”

His eyes flew open. “I told you, I was going to make you beg,Sienna.”

To my surprise, he unbuckled the restraints and carried me over to the S-shaped sofa. I lay upon it, my ass up in the air. And then he spread my thighswide.

A mirror was placed before the sofa. I stared into it, seeing myself, seeing Nick. With his leanly muscled body and sleekly muscled flanks, Nicolas was male perfection, all rugged strength andpower.

I was not afraid. I trustedhim.

He parted my ass cheeks and slid his tongue between them. I shivered again. Nicolas was introducing me to his world, erotic, kinky andsensual.