Playing With Seduction by Erika Wilde

across the room and retrieve something from a dresser drawer. When he returned he tossed a few foil packages on the mattress beside her, along with a small vibrator toy in its original packaging. Her eyes widened at the latter, and with a wicked grin, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was now on her stomach—still stretched out and bound and his for the taking, however he wanted.
    He removed his pants, giving her only a quick second to appreciate how sculpted his entire body was, including the immense length of his cock, before he came up behind her on the bed. Securing a muscled arm around her midsection, he elevated her lower body so that she was on her knees and her bottom positioned high in the air. The pull of the cuffs around her wrists straightened her arms and forced her upper body to rest flat on the mattress.
    Grabbing the waistband of the black lace underwear she still wore, he slid them off of her. They could only go as far as the belt around her legs, and in her mind she could imagine how naughty and indecent that made her look, with her panties bunched around her thighs and nothing else but the black heels on her feet. She felt naughty, and very, very turned on.
    “Jesus, you have a great ass,” he said appreciatively as he ran a warm hand over the curve of her backside, then smacked her with a flattened palm.
    She gasped and jerked at the unexpected and firm swat, but there was nowhere to go as the shocking burn gradually gave way to a pleasant heat that made her sex throb with a renewed ache. His hand pushed between her bound thighs, his fingers stroking along her slick flesh, then caressing the hard little nub of her clit before he thrust two long fingers deep inside her body. She moaned, her hips moving in rhythm to his touch as he repeated the process, over and over, faster and faster— stroke, caress, thrust —building an avalanche of sensation between her thighs that superseded anything she’d ever experienced before.
    He worked her into a fevered pitch of need, and through the lust clouding her mind, she knew that was exactly his intent—to make her wild again, make her desperate for him. To make her his .
    The emotional impact of that realization shuddered through her, even as another fierce orgasm peaked within. Right as she was on the brink of falling over, his touch was gone.
    She whimpered at the loss, then heard the crinkling sound of a foil package being torn open as he took care of protection. Whatever was in the tiny box was also removed, and then he was back. Bracing his thighs along the outsides of hers, he held her hip steady with one hand and used his other to slide the head of his cock between her thighs and through her drenched pussy. Positioning the tip against her entrance, he pushed just a few inches inside, teasing her with what she ached for so badly.
    “Are you ready for this?” he demanded as his hand connected against her ass again, which caused her body to clench around his shaft. “To get fucked so hard that you’ll be sore for the next week?”
    “Yes,” she said, much too anxiously.
    “Say it, Kendall.” His voice was dark, commanding, and that, too, sent a secret thrill rushing through her.
    “Fuck me, Jase.” The dirty words fell from her lips freely.
    With a low, feral growl, he slammed into her, so hard and deep she cried out at the relentless force of his driving thrust, at the thick length filling her so full she couldn’t breathe. He pushed her hips down and stretched his body along the length of hers until he was positioned over her, behind her, his solid weight keeping her enslaved beneath him. Wrapping a strong hand around her throat, he used it to tip her head back so that his lips could skim her cheek, his damp, erratic breath heating her skin as he pumped his cock in and out of her.
    She couldn’t move of her own accord, could only submit to the way he dominated her body, and she loved the illicit sensation, loved the erotic fantasy