Jon Black's Woman by Tilly Greene Page B

it up
in a pretty bow, but it isn’t. If I had to say it was something
more than any other, I’d call it lust first and foremost. I’d want
to make you come, and often. There be would no pretty cries, but
all out guttural need voiced as pleas for more.”
    The picture he painted stunned her.
His words didn’t dissuade her from wanting to try. If anything, he
encouraged her to want it more.
    “I didn’t see any sign of toys in
your bedroom or the guest room. Would you normally go to a club and
find a partner there?”
    “There’s been no one I’ve had sex
with or got kinky with since a few weeks before you arrived. From
our first meeting in the diner, I haven’t wanted to spend time with
anyone but you.” His words made her glow brighten further. He
wanted her and she wanted him. Would their getting kinky, as he
called it, ruin things between them? She didn’t want it to, but she
knew this was a part of his life. He wanted it, and she would try
to fit in.
    “I’m flattered and thrilled you want
to be with me. I want to be with you, all of you.” Jon shifted the
blanket off them and ran his hand down from where it dallied with
her nipples. It moved over her stomach ultimately to dabble between
her inner thighs. His fingers tickled, but also seduced. She wanted
to part them for him again, only he used his hold on her knee to
lift the leg until it draped over one of his.
    Spreading her open, he cupped her
mound and teased her by dipping a finger inside her pussy while his
thumb circled her clit.
    For a moment she focused on how his
cock nestled against her backside. Solid, thick, and growing
harder. She wanted to feel him inside her again. Plunging or still,
she flat out wanted him again and again.
    “If you want to do this, test the
waters, we can go out to my teepee and play as much as you
want.”
    “You have a personal teepee?” She
was excited by how his voice rumbled along her back. The man was
more interesting by the second.
    “I built it for my enjoyment,
nothing else. Then I started to fill it with toys and furniture and
things. It’s my personal bondage oasis. No one has ever been inside
or knows its kinky side. Most think the only thing happening behind
the white covering is meditation or something similarly
zen-like.”
    “No one? I’d be the first?” Nothing
could tell him more succinctly how she was meant to have her first
experience in a place that no one else had ever visited, much less
submitted to his pleasures. She deserved a fresh platform to
introduce her to a bondage lifestyle and was pleased he was able to
offer her one.
    “Yes, the absolute first,” he told
her as he pinched and twisted her bundle of nerves. It surprised
her to discover exactly how close to the edge of coming she
actually was. “You’d have to enter the structure naked and ready to
submit to me. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. How do
you feel about being tied in a way you can’t move your
arms?”
    “Very interested,” she told him and
placed a hand over his where it rested between her legs. Her hand
wasn’t there to help him do anything, he needed no guidance. What
she needed to do was calm things down otherwise she’d
shatter.
    “What about securing you to a piece
of furniture?”
    “Yes,” she murmured and closed her
eyes to fall even further into his verbal seduction.
    “The toys may be things you’ve never
seen before, but I promise they’re for pleasing you and therefore
me. Are you okay if I show you the toys first, explain how they
work? How they should please us both?” His voice had dropped even
lower and he added a second finger to the first to thrust in and
out of her slit.
    “Oh, yes,” she groaned and knew it
was both her excitement about what he offered and how he pleasured
her body.
    “Then,” he told her and twirled her
clit, then pushed the two fingers inside her and moved them into a
hook.
    “Let’s,” Jon said as he pressed the
fingers against her walls in