Dungeon Time (Play at Work) by Kate Richards Page B

and lapped her from back to front, sending a surge of pure pleasure from her pussy to her brain, frying every synapse. She tangled her fingers in his hair and cried out.
    He stopped. No! Don’t ever stop! But he gazed up at her with a stern cast to his features. Standing, he let her legs fall to hang over the bed, her wet pussy cooling in the air-conditioned room. Looking about, he went to one of her boxes and rummaged, finding a bathrobe. He stripped the tie and returned to her. “Sit up.” When she did, he grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her back. “I am going to tie your hands. You may touch me only when I give you leave.”
    What? Her ex never asked anything like that. But he also never made her drip with desire. Or her heart throb with his nearness. She held still while the silky fabric tightened around her arms and he laid her back. She nodded. Agreeable again.
    Without another word, he knelt between her thighs and jerked her so her butt teetered on the mattress’s edge before replacing her legs on his shoulders. Edward looked at her face for a long moment then buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking like a madman. He slipped a finger, two, into her channel, plunging in and out in time with his mouth. Fire burned low in her belly, things tightened, and she rocked on her bound arms. Surging, rising, so close….
    He stopped. “Not yet.” He toyed with her, gliding a finger inside and stroking the slippery moisture over her sensitive tissue. So good, but not enough, not quite.
    Anna wanted him back, wanted…. “Please do that again.”
    “Tempting, but I don’t want you to orgasm just yet. Don’t you feel good?”
    So much more than that. She thrashed in frustration, wrists rubbing together. She’d grab his head and force him back between her thighs if she could get her hands free. “Yes, I feel good, so good.”
    “Humor me.” Slow, so slow, he stroked from her mons to her aching channel and, scooping more moisture, carried it to her ass. Rubbed it around the tight hole there. “Also good, yes?”
    “Yes!” she panted. “All good, so good.”
    “I am thinking if I were to lick your sweet little clit, like this.” He lapped circles around the sensitive bundle. “If I were to do that, I might open this so-tight passageway too.” His slippery finger slid a fraction of an inch inside her. The muscles tightened, clenched against him.
    “No.” Anna struggled to draw a deep breath, to still the shaking in her arms and legs, to form a thought.
    “No to licking your clit?” He shook his head. “Usually women like that, but maybe you prefer if I take it in my mouth and work it there.” He parted his lips and sucked her into a heat so intense she screamed. And his finger slid knuckle deep into her ass, adding to the insane pleasure.
    “Oh, my God!” Waves of orgasm crashed over her, and she didn’t bite her lip to still another scream, afraid he would try to keep her from it. Her pelvis thrashed against his face, her bound arms flexing behind her. Fire poured into her pussy, lifting her higher and higher until she fell trembling off the edge of the world.
    He kept her clit in his mouth, licking and sucking it, sliding the digit slowly in and out of her ass. Everything felt good, nerves firing throughout her overloaded body. She rose off the bed and slumped again.
     
    Edward lifted her to free her wrists then laid her down again and stripped off his clothes. He lay next to her and pulled her into his arms. She drifted, answering his questions in soft murmurs.
    He didn’t mind she had an orgasm while he was left wanting for a while. Her soft, sweet form satisfied a need he’d suppressed for a long time. When she’d rested, he would take his pleasure, and it would be better, stronger for the wait.
    But their session also raised some doubts on his part. Even when he tried to have vanilla sex, on the way to a permanent relationship with the woman of his dreams—someone he could