inside of him at the idea of her naked and writhing under him.
“Not yet. I fear my actions if you stand naked beside me. I’ll have you mounted and bedded before I have time to play with this delicious body.” He released her cheek to cup her hip with his hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he chuckled when a moan burst free from her.
“Please, Sir.” Breathless, her plea stroked over his already taunt nerves.
“I will, in good time.” He brushed his lips across her temple before trailing down her cheek to settle on her ear. He tugged it inside of his mouth, loving the way she jerked in his arms when he gently nipped at the lobe.
“Ah…” She whimpered, her hands leaving her sides. He grunted when they settled on his pecs . He hissed as she rotated them, teasing the flat dusky nipples with her soft inner palms. Her forbidden touch felt like heaven.
“Who said you could touch me, Braelyn ?” Even though it came out husky, he knew there would be no denying the disapproval in his tone.
“No one, Sir.” He had to stifle his growl as she moved to lift her hands. Pressing her closer, he trapped them in place between their bodies. He couldn’t bear the idea of her removing her hands from his body.
“I’ll let it slide this time, little one, but the next time you touch without permission, there will be punishment in it for you.” He gave the rounded curve of her hip a squeeze. “I will bend you over my bed and warm this ass…“ He slid his hand around to cup the taunt globe of her ass. “…until you’re crying out for relief.” He nuzzled her hair with his nose. “One that will be very slow in coming. Do you understand?”
She squirmed in his hold before he felt her conscious effort to still her movements after he gave her bottom a light slap. A muffled gasp teased his ears. “Yes, Sir.”
He inhaled her distinctive scent one last time, loving the cool spring scent which reminded him so much of his favorite soap. Now that he could have her, he wanted to bathe in her scent. It was so different than the sulfuric, almost acidic scent he was accustomed to smelling on his demoness subs. Easing her away from his body, he turned her towards the bed. Her sharp inhalation had him wanting to groan along with her as she took in the sight in front of her.
“Do you like what you see, little one?” Using his hands, he coaxed her closer to the bed. “Can you imagine what the cuffs will feel like against your skin?” Attached to long leather straps, the silver buckles on the black cuffs gleamed in the low light cast by the lamp on the bedside table. They were a sharp contrast to the cream-colored bedding. He could already envision what they would look like against her pale skin.
“Do you know how tightly they will hold you for me? But first I need you on the bed.” He gave her a small nudge, just hard enough to send her sprawling face down onto the flat surface.
The groan he’d been fighting ripped free when her leather skirt flared up oh so briefly, giving him a peek at her bare bottom before resettling around her hips. Grabbing the thickly carved post attached to the footboard, he began mentally counting, trying to distract himself. One…I will not pounce on her…two…I will not rip her skirt up…three…I will not fuck her into the bed… four…I will control myself…
Then the little sub sprawled on her stomach in front of him, strained his control to the breaking point with one needy sentence.
“I can’t wait to feel your cups, Sir.” Her gaze was focused on the supplies he’d left on his nightstand. Rounded glass globes of varying sizes reflected the soft light spilling from a bedside lamp. Along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and long stemmed matches, everything rested on a silver tray. She wiggled her hips and he lost it. His instincts consumed him.
“Mine!” And he pounced.
* * * * *
A startled oompth escaped Braelyn’s lungs. She’d expected to get some
“Not yet. I fear my actions if you stand naked beside me. I’ll have you mounted and bedded before I have time to play with this delicious body.” He released her cheek to cup her hip with his hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he chuckled when a moan burst free from her.
“Please, Sir.” Breathless, her plea stroked over his already taunt nerves.
“I will, in good time.” He brushed his lips across her temple before trailing down her cheek to settle on her ear. He tugged it inside of his mouth, loving the way she jerked in his arms when he gently nipped at the lobe.
“Ah…” She whimpered, her hands leaving her sides. He grunted when they settled on his pecs . He hissed as she rotated them, teasing the flat dusky nipples with her soft inner palms. Her forbidden touch felt like heaven.
“Who said you could touch me, Braelyn ?” Even though it came out husky, he knew there would be no denying the disapproval in his tone.
“No one, Sir.” He had to stifle his growl as she moved to lift her hands. Pressing her closer, he trapped them in place between their bodies. He couldn’t bear the idea of her removing her hands from his body.
“I’ll let it slide this time, little one, but the next time you touch without permission, there will be punishment in it for you.” He gave the rounded curve of her hip a squeeze. “I will bend you over my bed and warm this ass…“ He slid his hand around to cup the taunt globe of her ass. “…until you’re crying out for relief.” He nuzzled her hair with his nose. “One that will be very slow in coming. Do you understand?”
She squirmed in his hold before he felt her conscious effort to still her movements after he gave her bottom a light slap. A muffled gasp teased his ears. “Yes, Sir.”
He inhaled her distinctive scent one last time, loving the cool spring scent which reminded him so much of his favorite soap. Now that he could have her, he wanted to bathe in her scent. It was so different than the sulfuric, almost acidic scent he was accustomed to smelling on his demoness subs. Easing her away from his body, he turned her towards the bed. Her sharp inhalation had him wanting to groan along with her as she took in the sight in front of her.
“Do you like what you see, little one?” Using his hands, he coaxed her closer to the bed. “Can you imagine what the cuffs will feel like against your skin?” Attached to long leather straps, the silver buckles on the black cuffs gleamed in the low light cast by the lamp on the bedside table. They were a sharp contrast to the cream-colored bedding. He could already envision what they would look like against her pale skin.
“Do you know how tightly they will hold you for me? But first I need you on the bed.” He gave her a small nudge, just hard enough to send her sprawling face down onto the flat surface.
The groan he’d been fighting ripped free when her leather skirt flared up oh so briefly, giving him a peek at her bare bottom before resettling around her hips. Grabbing the thickly carved post attached to the footboard, he began mentally counting, trying to distract himself. One…I will not pounce on her…two…I will not rip her skirt up…three…I will not fuck her into the bed… four…I will control myself…
Then the little sub sprawled on her stomach in front of him, strained his control to the breaking point with one needy sentence.
“I can’t wait to feel your cups, Sir.” Her gaze was focused on the supplies he’d left on his nightstand. Rounded glass globes of varying sizes reflected the soft light spilling from a bedside lamp. Along with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and long stemmed matches, everything rested on a silver tray. She wiggled her hips and he lost it. His instincts consumed him.
“Mine!” And he pounced.
* * * * *
A startled oompth escaped Braelyn’s lungs. She’d expected to get some
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