again, his breath coming in hot gasps. His finger continued to tease along the lower part of my butt where other things began. I wanted his touch there. Again, he moved in the opposite direction. A grunt escaped me as I tried to give him better access.
" Open for me Tara." His hot words raced over my skin as he continued to lick and kiss. I had to. I had to open. Just a little. "That's it," he whispered.
His touch returned and I gasped at the pressure against my folds. Dear God. That felt good. He worked his finger inside me and I cried out, lifting my butt more. His finger sank in deep and I gasped. "Lucian."
" Oh fuck." The pained word preceded his lips sucking hard at my butt while he moved his finger in and out, slow and deep, with a flick when he was buried. His other hand slid firmly up my spine and into my hair and my moans wouldn't be stopped. He moved his finger in and out and the wet sounds made everything hotter somehow.
I rolled my hips, needing something more and he bit my butt with a groan, clamping his fingers in my hair.
The crazy switch flipped in my mind and in a flash, five years of jiu-jitsu self-defense training kicked in and I was suddenly on the floor with him, the offending appendage in a painful lock. "Don't you fucking pull my hair, don't you ever fucking pull my hair!"
" Tara!"
I realized what was happening to me and released him. "I'm sorry. Shit!" I soothed his arm, feeling awful. "I have hair pulling issues. And reflex… issues."
He jerked the blindfold off and I covered my mouth at the look of concern in his pretty blues. Now that was new. I 'd not seen that kind of look in a man's eyes before, not while looking at me. Pushed some emotional buttons, didn't it? Shut that off. Shut that off now.
I laughed, trying to sound casual. "Crazy lady, sorry. It won't happen again. Unless you pull my hair. I… I don't do hair pulling."
" I see that." His voice was soft and astonished. Maybe worried.
I covered my privates, heat burning my cheeks now. "Okay, so. What's next?"
He stared at me, the question still in his gaze. God he had gorgeous eyes. I always had a weakness for blue eyed men. And his seemed to come with an array of… emotions, and effects on me. I pointed to my clothes. "I need… to dress."
If he hadn 't been after ass caring this wouldn't have happened, really. What the man needed was to learn restraint. An idea popped in my head. "Turn so I can dress please." I flicked my finger for him to hurry.
He lowered his gaze to my bottom and I stretched my t-shirt to the floor, hiding. A sexy small grin filled his mouth as he reached for my clothes. He threw my pants then twirled my underwear. "I knew it."
I raised my brows, reaching for them. He brought the underwear near his face and kept his gaze on me.
"Don't."
He turned into them and closed his eyes.
"Lucian, give me the fucking underwear. That's an order."
His brows filled with agony before he finally threw them at me.
"That's a good little slave. You know what you need?"
" Yes." It was a gasp of desperation. "I do."
" You need discipline, that's what you need." I got up and headed to the table near the couch. I picked up the list and sat, going through it. "Ah, foot worship. Now that I could do."
" You like feet?"
" No. You do. My feet." I scanned the list. "Oh, you're definitely going to turn me on with Forniphilia, later." At seeing his quirked brow, I smiled. "You'll be my bed."
" Fine, and when I'm Dom, I'll force you to wet in it."
I stared at him, the burn of his check-mate filling my face. God he 'd better not.
" And by the way, everything you choose off of the list narrows down the selection for me. Thank you for that."
I chewed my lip and lowered my head.
"Don't Dom out on me now sweetheart."
I glared at him. "Screw you."
His eyes drifted shut with a slight shake of his head. "Yes. Please."
" Oh? You want to be screwed?" My hands trembled in anger as I scanned the list. "You want to be pegged? Mr.
" Open for me Tara." His hot words raced over my skin as he continued to lick and kiss. I had to. I had to open. Just a little. "That's it," he whispered.
His touch returned and I gasped at the pressure against my folds. Dear God. That felt good. He worked his finger inside me and I cried out, lifting my butt more. His finger sank in deep and I gasped. "Lucian."
" Oh fuck." The pained word preceded his lips sucking hard at my butt while he moved his finger in and out, slow and deep, with a flick when he was buried. His other hand slid firmly up my spine and into my hair and my moans wouldn't be stopped. He moved his finger in and out and the wet sounds made everything hotter somehow.
I rolled my hips, needing something more and he bit my butt with a groan, clamping his fingers in my hair.
The crazy switch flipped in my mind and in a flash, five years of jiu-jitsu self-defense training kicked in and I was suddenly on the floor with him, the offending appendage in a painful lock. "Don't you fucking pull my hair, don't you ever fucking pull my hair!"
" Tara!"
I realized what was happening to me and released him. "I'm sorry. Shit!" I soothed his arm, feeling awful. "I have hair pulling issues. And reflex… issues."
He jerked the blindfold off and I covered my mouth at the look of concern in his pretty blues. Now that was new. I 'd not seen that kind of look in a man's eyes before, not while looking at me. Pushed some emotional buttons, didn't it? Shut that off. Shut that off now.
I laughed, trying to sound casual. "Crazy lady, sorry. It won't happen again. Unless you pull my hair. I… I don't do hair pulling."
" I see that." His voice was soft and astonished. Maybe worried.
I covered my privates, heat burning my cheeks now. "Okay, so. What's next?"
He stared at me, the question still in his gaze. God he had gorgeous eyes. I always had a weakness for blue eyed men. And his seemed to come with an array of… emotions, and effects on me. I pointed to my clothes. "I need… to dress."
If he hadn 't been after ass caring this wouldn't have happened, really. What the man needed was to learn restraint. An idea popped in my head. "Turn so I can dress please." I flicked my finger for him to hurry.
He lowered his gaze to my bottom and I stretched my t-shirt to the floor, hiding. A sexy small grin filled his mouth as he reached for my clothes. He threw my pants then twirled my underwear. "I knew it."
I raised my brows, reaching for them. He brought the underwear near his face and kept his gaze on me.
"Don't."
He turned into them and closed his eyes.
"Lucian, give me the fucking underwear. That's an order."
His brows filled with agony before he finally threw them at me.
"That's a good little slave. You know what you need?"
" Yes." It was a gasp of desperation. "I do."
" You need discipline, that's what you need." I got up and headed to the table near the couch. I picked up the list and sat, going through it. "Ah, foot worship. Now that I could do."
" You like feet?"
" No. You do. My feet." I scanned the list. "Oh, you're definitely going to turn me on with Forniphilia, later." At seeing his quirked brow, I smiled. "You'll be my bed."
" Fine, and when I'm Dom, I'll force you to wet in it."
I stared at him, the burn of his check-mate filling my face. God he 'd better not.
" And by the way, everything you choose off of the list narrows down the selection for me. Thank you for that."
I chewed my lip and lowered my head.
"Don't Dom out on me now sweetheart."
I glared at him. "Screw you."
His eyes drifted shut with a slight shake of his head. "Yes. Please."
" Oh? You want to be screwed?" My hands trembled in anger as I scanned the list. "You want to be pegged? Mr.
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