“Up. Slow. A little suction at the tip, like that, and back down again,” he said, exerting just enough pressure to make her feel forced. “Up...good,” he praised, as if she hadn’t done this hundreds of times, as if she didn’t know exactly how to make him beg. “Back down. All the way. Yeah, that’s nice. So slick. Up again...now do it until I tell you to stop.”
His cock was a steel shaft encased in thin, hot skin, hard against her lips and tongue as she obediently took his cock to the back of her throat again and again. Saliva slicked his shaft, eased the motion, collected at his gripping fingers, and the mental image of him, cock in hand, her head bent over his lap, sent sharp electric heat flashing to her pussy. She moaned a little, shifted her hips to get some friction on her clit.
“Keep your legs spread,” he said sternly, his hand keeping her head in rhythm. “Do a good job and maybe I’ll make you come.”
When she disobeyed he waited until he nudged the back of her throat, then halted her movements. With a whimper she shifted and spread her legs. The feedback loop running between them kicked into high gear. He gave a lazy, satisfied grunt, then lifted into her mouth. “Keep going.”
It didn’t take long. Deprivation and a heated, dark scene combined to draw cords of erotic arousal tight around them. He held out as long as he could but eventually his hips thrust up into her mouth as he tightened his grip on her nape and went rigid. Semen jetted to the back of her throat and she swallowed once, twice, then a third time before he relaxed with a groan.
When his hand slipped from her nape she sat back on her heels and undulated with the desire surging in her veins. The movement brought her wrists up sharp against the restraining rope and she moaned at the torture of being unable to free her hands to pinch her nipples or rub her clit, much less see his face. A rough chuckle, then he swiped his thumb across her mouth.
“Shane,” she whispered, but his thumb pressed into her swollen lips.
“Don’t talk. Listen.”
Chapter Five
Natalie was aroused as hell but Shane didn’t mistake lust for forgiveness. No, the gain here was in the heated currents under the ice, melting her from the inside out, but a thaw was the most dangerous time to be on thin ice. It was easy to go too far, too fast, and plummet into murky depths. Keep focused. Forward momentum. Remember the end goal.
Remember that ninety percent of communication is unspoken.
He guided Natalie onto her back on the chaise and shoved the mask up and off. He’d left enough give in the rope for her to turn her wrists so the backs of her hands pressed into the chaise. The fact that her bound hands elevated her hips and offered her pussy to him was just a nice bonus. She pressed her legs together as she stared up at him mutinously, but he wasn’t after the slick heat between her legs. Instead he straddled her waist, keeping his weight on his knees to avoid hurting her hands, and reached behind the cushion to retrieve a pair of nipple clamps.
“You were busy before I came upstairs,” she said, but he didn’t miss the shiver that skittered over her skin when he dropped them on her stomach. He didn’t respond, just cupped one breast in his palm. Her nipple hardened before his eyes but he massaged the soft flesh, bent and licked the tip, then blew on it gently before compressing the reddened tip between the vinyl-coated ends of the clamp. He adjusted the tension until she bit her lower lip and arched her back. Perfect. Just past staying on but not to the point of pain.
The chain between the two clamps slithered across her breastbone as he repeated the process on her other nipple. Natalie’s mouth opened on a soft whimper and her eyes dropped closed. He flicked his tongue over each swollen tip then nuzzled his way up to her collarbone, nudging the chain upwards with his tongue. He took it between his teeth, kissed his way up her throat to her chin, then her lips.
They were soft, hot, and open, allowing nearly inaudible pants to escape. He let the chain slip from his mouth into hers. “Hold this for me,” he commanded.
The chain came to rest at the corners of her parted lips. “What?” she said.