was directed toward herself. She'd bartered her body for money.
You knew what he would want in return for the loan, and yet, you turned to him. Yes, Lyon had been sarcastic and cocky and seemingly indifferent, but never once had he hurt her.
In fact, he'd done nothing except make her feel. He'd shown her the beauty of his home and magnificent gardens, made love to her as if she were the only woman on earth.
You invaded his space, showed up out of the blue after five years, and asked him for money. He never hesitated.
As she watched him climb on the bed beside her, she held no fear of what would happen here. She readied herself to submit to Lyon and his dark passion. He knelt next to her, his hoarse whisper sending ribbons of heat to her nipples.
"Next, the blindfold. I want you to feel the experience of touch, sound, and taste." She nodded, leaving everything to him. Naked and spread-eagled on his bed, she could feel a strong breeze and hear crackling thunder. She imagined Lyon had harnessed the sky's powerful energy and made it his own.
Bound and blindfolded, anticipation ruled her mind and body. Lyon moved around her. Her sense of hearing grew acute while her eyes saw only darkness. She could smell his spicy scent, sense him closer. Isabella's heart fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly.
Rain began to fall. Fat drops beat against the house as she felt the bed dip and suddenly his lips crashed upon hers like a pounding sea against the rocks. She found herself drawn to his strength, waiting for the welcoming burn of his mouth on her pussy, his lips sucking her aching nipples.
"I love looking at you, especially when you're ready to come, Belle." He nipped at her earlobe, making her ache for all of him. Then he trailed down her body, first to her chin, then to her throat. His hands palmed her nipples, squeezing them until she moaned from the tiny pulses of pleasure soaring through her.
"Don't stop," she managed to say, as he cupped her breasts and fondled them, making her writhe, bringing her senses to the fore.
"Don't talk, just feel."
His mouth blazed a heated trail down her torso. She picked up the smell of sweet tea roses while rain beat against the terrace doors as if demanding entrance. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the fierce tempest grew near, along with her body's need to let go.
Isabella had never been so vulnerable, her body open and naked. Her pussy ached for him, for satisfaction, and Lyon would not disappoint. She felt him move, leave the bed, and return.
He settled beside her, and a cool sensation bit her aching nipples. Clamps. Control waned as the tightness of the toy gave her the sublime pleasure she savored. The clamps gripped her oh-so-sensitive nipples, and she cried out, not from pain but from an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
"I love your breasts." Lyon whispered. "They are full and swollen and filled with arousal. Your nipples are so hard. I can almost see them throb from the pressure." Yes, more, touch me everywhere, she thought, but didn't speak her desire. Lyon would know. Maybe he'd always known.
So close his lips tickled her ear, he whispered. "I'm going to devour your pink flesh until you scream for mercy, Belle. Do you know what I want? I want to kiss your succulent mound and suck your clit. Would you like that?" She nodded, again electing not to speak, to save her strength for what he had planned for the both of them.
"Good."
Good. A single word and her world rocked and spiraled out of control. His thumbs spread her pussy open to his gaze. He blew gently on her sensitive flesh, quickly pierced her slit with his tongue. In and out, up and down, relentless in his quest to drive her insane.
Lyon, don't stop.
"Lift your hips for me, Belle."
He smeared lubricant around her tiny puckered hole, and she held her breath. He was tender as he circled the outside, spreading the lube. He stopped his ministrations and leaned into her.
"Do you trust me?"
She swallowed
You knew what he would want in return for the loan, and yet, you turned to him. Yes, Lyon had been sarcastic and cocky and seemingly indifferent, but never once had he hurt her.
In fact, he'd done nothing except make her feel. He'd shown her the beauty of his home and magnificent gardens, made love to her as if she were the only woman on earth.
You invaded his space, showed up out of the blue after five years, and asked him for money. He never hesitated.
As she watched him climb on the bed beside her, she held no fear of what would happen here. She readied herself to submit to Lyon and his dark passion. He knelt next to her, his hoarse whisper sending ribbons of heat to her nipples.
"Next, the blindfold. I want you to feel the experience of touch, sound, and taste." She nodded, leaving everything to him. Naked and spread-eagled on his bed, she could feel a strong breeze and hear crackling thunder. She imagined Lyon had harnessed the sky's powerful energy and made it his own.
Bound and blindfolded, anticipation ruled her mind and body. Lyon moved around her. Her sense of hearing grew acute while her eyes saw only darkness. She could smell his spicy scent, sense him closer. Isabella's heart fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly.
Rain began to fall. Fat drops beat against the house as she felt the bed dip and suddenly his lips crashed upon hers like a pounding sea against the rocks. She found herself drawn to his strength, waiting for the welcoming burn of his mouth on her pussy, his lips sucking her aching nipples.
"I love looking at you, especially when you're ready to come, Belle." He nipped at her earlobe, making her ache for all of him. Then he trailed down her body, first to her chin, then to her throat. His hands palmed her nipples, squeezing them until she moaned from the tiny pulses of pleasure soaring through her.
"Don't stop," she managed to say, as he cupped her breasts and fondled them, making her writhe, bringing her senses to the fore.
"Don't talk, just feel."
His mouth blazed a heated trail down her torso. She picked up the smell of sweet tea roses while rain beat against the terrace doors as if demanding entrance. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the fierce tempest grew near, along with her body's need to let go.
Isabella had never been so vulnerable, her body open and naked. Her pussy ached for him, for satisfaction, and Lyon would not disappoint. She felt him move, leave the bed, and return.
He settled beside her, and a cool sensation bit her aching nipples. Clamps. Control waned as the tightness of the toy gave her the sublime pleasure she savored. The clamps gripped her oh-so-sensitive nipples, and she cried out, not from pain but from an overwhelming sense of pleasure.
"I love your breasts." Lyon whispered. "They are full and swollen and filled with arousal. Your nipples are so hard. I can almost see them throb from the pressure." Yes, more, touch me everywhere, she thought, but didn't speak her desire. Lyon would know. Maybe he'd always known.
So close his lips tickled her ear, he whispered. "I'm going to devour your pink flesh until you scream for mercy, Belle. Do you know what I want? I want to kiss your succulent mound and suck your clit. Would you like that?" She nodded, again electing not to speak, to save her strength for what he had planned for the both of them.
"Good."
Good. A single word and her world rocked and spiraled out of control. His thumbs spread her pussy open to his gaze. He blew gently on her sensitive flesh, quickly pierced her slit with his tongue. In and out, up and down, relentless in his quest to drive her insane.
Lyon, don't stop.
"Lift your hips for me, Belle."
He smeared lubricant around her tiny puckered hole, and she held her breath. He was tender as he circled the outside, spreading the lube. He stopped his ministrations and leaned into her.
"Do you trust me?"
She swallowed
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