Bound (Hidden Pleasures, #4) by Kitty Hunter Page B

from him.
    He retreated a little from her mouth, shook and trembled all over, and then pulled out all the way. Without a word, he loosened the restraints on her legs so she had more freedom of movement.
    The extra length in the straps went to quick use. He grabbed two pillows from next to her head, clambered up between her thighs, and stuffed them under her belly. With her ass and pussy up in the air, she felt totally exposed and vulnerable.
    The long length of his muscled torso covered her from behind, and his cock jabbed at her pussy. He grabbed one of the items next to her head and clasped her fingers around it. A small rubber ball. Warm breath feathered across her ear, and he slid something around her face, parted her lips with a hard ball on a strap.
    Gagged.
    She thrashed and wriggled, but he buckled the straps behind her head.
    “Drop the ball if you need me to stop.” He sounded harsh, ragged, still on edge. The wet heat of his tongue slid over her spine to her crack. He licked her ass, got it good and wet, and plunged two fingers inside. “I know how much you like that. Being ass fucked.”
    She moaned, the restraints holding her still, biting into her ankles with just the right amount of pain. Unable to help her reaction, she bit and licked the gag, burrowed her head into the pillow. He delved lower, lapping at her pussy. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down on it, moved higher and tongue fucked her. Pleasure spiraled through her from the bundle of nerves, her nipples hard and tingling against the silk. She canted back, pushing her pussy tight to his face, rocking on his tongue. A sharp crack sounded in the room and bright spots of new pain blossomed in her ass. He smacked her again with the flat of his palm, and an orgasm rippled though her.
    “That’s right. Come on my face.” He delved between her lips deeper, with more aggression, his tongue spearing her, sucking at her clit and labia. It was too much of everything. Too much pleasure, too much pain, and she couldn’t catch her breath. Her hips bucked and spasmed, she yanked and struggled against the bindings, but could not get away from him.
    “Fight all you want. You’re mine.”
    Oh God, she was, she was his. Trapped here, unable to get away, the pleasure an overwhelming tide she couldn’t escape. Each time he licked her with the flat of his tongue or flicked the tip over her clit, she jerked and cried out. Her tits were heavy and full, the nipples so rigid they burned. The fingers of his free hand slid into her cunt and moved in time with the ones in her ass. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
    Yes, please yes. The fullness of his cock would ease the burning; give her a deep orgasm that took her over the edge to oblivion. The tip of his dick teased her pussy, dipped into her and out again. Fuck she wanted it so bad. She wriggled her ass from one side to the other, hoping to entice him more. He exhaled hard, paused behind her, and slammed his cock into her. She screamed behind the gag. The restraints on her ankles bit in. Again, hard, his balls colliding with her clit. A third finger plundered her ass hole.
    She took everything he had to give, the rough fucking hurt her pussy, spikes of pain radiating from the stretched hole. He slapped her ass, the bruises a steady, throbbing ache. The thrusts punished her, pushed her to a place she hadn’t known she could go. In this position, she was powerless to do anything but take what he gave, to accept his hard, thick dick wherever he chose to put it. The weight and strength of his body overpowered her, and she closed her eyes, scratched at the sheets beneath her.
    Gasps escaped her each time he plowed to a stop inside her, and she knew even without the gag in her mouth, nothing but nonsense would escape her lips. A litany of gibberish, comprised of moremoremoreyesyesyeshardhardmoredeeperfuckmeIcan’ttakeanymoreharderyes!
    He yanked the pillows out from under