Discover Me by Cara Thereon

hips, loving
the feel of her hands on him.
    “Oh,
I should show you what else I can do with my mouth.”
She squeezed him and he grunted.
    He
captured her lips in a heated kiss. “Show me then, love.”
    Claire
back away, crossed the room to the dresser, and bent to the bottom drawer. He
sat hard on the end of the bed, and admired the wiggle of her hips. The lips of
her sex peeked out, slick and puffy, beckoning him.
    “Claire.”
He breathed out her name like a prayer. “Stop teasing me, damn it.”
    Her
laughter was low and husky. With one last wiggle she straightened up, a piece
of rope in her hands. His eyebrows climbed his hairline. She held some brown
twine from garage; he’d bought it for their last trip.
    “What
are you planning to do with that?” He shifted on the bed.
    Dark
eyes flashed with something that made his gut tighten with desire. His wife
advanced on him, transforming before his eyes. Her face was serious, her stance
firm, and her body language spoke of confidence and dominance. “I am going to
tie you up and have my way with you, dear.”
    Claire
pushed him flat on his back and straddled his waist.  He grabbed her hips,
but she slapped him on the chest. “Hands above your head, John.”
    Holy
shit! The way she purred his name turned him on like crazy. He’d never seen her
behave this way; the thread of steel underlying every movement, the fire in her
eyes, made her so damn sexy.
    “Yes,
mistress.” His words came out gruff.
    She
graced him with a smile when he obeyed. The rope bound his wrists together then
Claire looped it around the headboard, holding him in place. “Very good, pet. Now to reward you. Don’t move, understand?”
    He
lay still while she stripped him of his shirt. Claire bent forward and her hair
fell forward like a curtain. The strands brushed over his chest, sending a
ripple of sensation through his body. He moaned softly when the heat of her
breath fanned over his nipple. The wet tip of her tongue circled his flesh
until it beaded up, begging for her mouth, but she teased him with gentle
licks.
    “Please.”
That one word came out as a strangled plea.
    The
sultry sound of her laughter triggered a cascade of chills over his skin. She
raised her head a little to look at him. “Begging already? Just wait.”
    She
reached above him and placed a blindfold over his eyes. The darkness heightened
his senses so much that the hard pull of her mouth his pebbled flesh had him
jerking. His breath whooshed out , then back in when
the point of her teeth grazed his skin. She knew how to unravel him with so
little effort.
    His
breath came in labored gasps as she tortured the other nipple mercilessly. The
ache in his cock intensified with every nip of her teeth until he begged,
“Please, mistress.”
    “Ah,
love, I’ll help you.” She whispered against his skin.
    He
felt her hands at his waistband, stroking down the front of his pants, then
back to his waist. She slithered down his body, leaving a trail of heat with
her lips. He jerked when her tongue darted into his navel and swirled around.
    The
metallic sound of his zipper lowering filled the bedroom. John called upon his
tattered self-control to help him stay still. She tested him when she tongued
him through the cotton of his boxers. He lifted his hips and whimpered at the
sensation of her mouth sucking through the fabric. His teeth ached from his
efforts to let her lead.
    Finally,
she shimmied his boxers down his thighs. Her hand circled his shaft, pumping
him slowly up and down. The heat of her breath on the head of his cock
qualified as exquisite torture. Air refused to leave his lungs, held captive by
the anticipation of her mouth.

 
    “You,”
she began, her nails digging into his thighs, “are not allowed to come until I
tell you to.”

 
    John
opened his mouth; a guttural moan was all he managed as her lips closed around
the tip.   His hips thrust up,
desperate to feel more of her silky wetness sliding over him.