His Black Pearl by Colette Howard

against her bottom as he retrieved the boxcutters.
    She kicked at his back and felt her heel connect with his spine. “I’m not enjoying this.”
    “Didn’t expect you to.” There was the sound of more fabric being shredded and then the boxcutters flew over her head and bounced off the wall. It took him maybe five seconds more before he had her hands bound behind her back.
    Leaving her on the couch, he walked into the bathroom. She twisted into a standing position, then looked around for something to cut away the silk straps from around her wrists. Seeing only the boxcutters, she headed toward them, but Aaron was out of the bathroom too soon, tossing her effortlessly over his shoulder and carrying her back to the couch.
    She kicked at his face -- missed. “Untie me. Now!”
    The bastard laughed, caught her foot and kissed it center sole. She jerked her leg back and saw what he had gone into the bathroom for -- lube. He would need it if he planned on fucking her. She sure as hell wasn’t wet.
    With his big hands wrapped around her thighs, he kept her legs forced apart. Instead of entering Hallie, Aaron placed his cock against her mound and slowly rocked in place as she twisted beneath him. He brought his mouth close to hers, his lips tracing its edge. He still hadn’t kissed her mouth in all these weeks. Now he was trying to blackmail her with the promise of it.
    “You can walk out,” he whispered. “Leave. I’ll send you a check for the commission. You can take it with you -- the check and the canvas.”
    She tried to head butt him but he was too fast for her. He circled her lips again, his tongue licking slowly at the sides of her mouth.
    “But you’ll always have that block. You’ll go to your grave with your mother’s picture unfinished.”
    Tears rolled down the side of her face. She twisted far enough that she could motion with her bound hands. “And what is this supposed to teach me?”
    “You’re too afraid of dying.” He kissed her eyes closed and brought his mouth directly over hers, his breath warm against her lips as he spoke. “Leads to too much ego control.”
    God, she’d given up all ego control in his bed -- on the head of his cock and the tip of his tongue. Did he really think she was still holding back on him?
    Kissing everywhere but her mouth, he continued to rock against her, the pressure of his cock against her clit building. Her legs tensed and she tried not to push against him or rock her hips in unison. His hands closed over her breasts. He squeezed, knowing just the right amount of pressure that would make her moan.
    He’d always made it about getting her off, bringing her pleasure at heights she’d never experienced with any other lover.
    “Aaron.” She kept her voice calm. “You don’t want to hurt me.”
    “No.” He slid lower down her body while his hand reached up. His fingers curled around her throat. “It’s just something that has to happen.”
    “No. It doesn’t.”
    His only response was to pop the cap open on the lube. She felt the cold squirt of jelly against her labia. He kept her pinned by the throat, the pressure only increasing when she tried to move.
    Slowly, he spread the lubricant between her lips, around the opening to her cunt. He slid a finger or two inside her, his body oddly angled so that he could hold her throat with one hand and finger-fuck her with the other while he kept his mouth against her clit and gently rolled the hood between his lips.
    He stroked the inside of her pussy, his fingers finding the sweet spot he knew so well and gently rubbing against it.
    “What are you going to do?” Her body started shaking from the effort of resisting him.
    He met her gaze, his tongue taking long, hard swipes at the spine of her clit while he pushed another thick finger into her pussy. He curled his tongue around the sensitive ridge, rhythmically stroking and sucking the line while his thumb rubbed a tight circle against the bottom of the hood and