“Love your beautiful ass.” He smoothed his hand over each cheek and then leaned forward and feathered kisses down her spine. She shivered as his lips whispered over her skin, but when he reached around to cup and caress her breast, her body softened.
“Love these beautiful breasts. I could play with them all night.”
“Please don’t.”
Jagger chuckled. No real chance of that. Already he was rock hard and ready for her.
Sliding his fingers between her thighs, he forced her legs apart, then spread her open, parting her folds to expose the delicate heat beneath. He was tempted to slick her moisture up around her clit, tease her until she writhed beneath him, but he wanted to build sensation on sensation until she knew only desire and nothing of fear.
Gently, he pressed a finger inside her moist, wet heat, his cock pulsing in time to his strokes. She tensed and quivered around him, sliding her knees wider to give him better access. If it had been any other night, he might have smacked her ass for moving without his permission. His dominance aroused her, and he suspected she would get even hotter if he exerted more control. But not tonight. Tonight was about pleasure. Not pain.
He added a second finger, spreading them inside her, pumping long and deep, delighted when he’d stimulated her sensitive inner tissue to the point that moisture gushed from her sex and she shuddered and moaned.
“Good girl.” One hand deep inside her, the other tweaking her nipple, he feathered kisses down her spine to her bound hands, and then he kissed each open palm, reminding her that she was bound but cared for. Restrained but loved.
No part of her body went untouched as he awakened her senses with soft kisses and sweet caresses, while he continued to drive his fingers into her channel, controlling her arousal with a rhythm that would keep her on edge but not let her go over.
“Oh God, Jagger. I’m so close.” Her hips rocked in time to his thrusts, her pussy grinding against his fingers as she sought the release he was withholding.
“My little Sinner.” He pressed his lips to her lower back, just below her bound hands, brushing kisses down to the cleft of her buttocks. “One day I want to show you what it truly means to sin.”
She gasped, moaned, her hands straining against the bonds, but she was aroused, not afraid, trembling beneath his palms.
“You want to come, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Tell me.” He shoved his jeans past his hips, sheathed himself with a condom from his wallet, and then stroked the length of his cock. Once. Twice. But instead of relieving the pressure, his touch increased the pain, and he felt the beginning tremors in the base of his shaft that signaled his imminent release.
Arianne groaned and shuddered, stilling only when he added a third finger, readying her for him.
“Please. I want to come.”
He gave a satisfied grunt and then withdrew his fingers and spread her moisture up and around her clit. “I’m going to make you come like this, sweetheart, with your beautiful ass in the air, and your hands tied behind your back. And I’m gonna hold you so all you’ll be able to do is feel the pleasure I give you. I have control, sweetheart. You don’t have to fight and you don’t have to fear. And when you let go, you’ll know you’re coming because I want you to come, and you’ll know I’m there to catch you. Are you ready for me?”
“God yes.”
With a tortured groan, he spread her wide with his thigh and then he thrust, stretching her, parting her swollen flesh as he drove his cock deep inside her.
Fucking heaven.
Arianne whimpered and her pussy clenched around him. Heaven became hell and he had to move, pulling out and driving in as far as he could go. Mindless, she rocked her hips against him, begging him to give her what she needed. Hard. Fast.
Now.
With powerful, relentless strokes, he pounded into her, until his brain had fuzzed with lust and he was only seconds away from the oblivion of release.
“Come with me.” He slid his hand around her hip and teased her clit until her muscles tightened, coiled like a spring. And then he let her go.
“Now, sweetheart. Come for me.”
And she did. A scream ripped from her throat, and her sex pulsed around him, drawing him so deep inside her. When he couldn’t fight it anymore, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her, his cock hammering in a frantic rhythm. He climaxed hard and fast, her name a roar on his lips as he pumped his seed inside her.
Before she had fully come down, Jagger released her hands and settled her on his chest, enfolded in his arms. She had given him her trust tonight. She had let him protect her. He could only hope he was worthy of her gift.
“I love hearing you scream.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I didn’t scream.” She looked up, mocking a frown. “I’m not a screamer.”
A satisfied smile spread across his face. “You did. You screamed my name.”
Arianne pushed herself further up and glared. “I think I would know.”