“Not a problem. I can touch you.”
“But you don’t want me.”
“You bought me, I can touch you.” I want to touch you. Tell me to touch you.
“But do you want to?”
He squared his jaw, not wanting to say yes. Hell, yes. It could lead nowhere. He couldn’t flirt with her. What was the point? He wasn’t a man for happily ever afters. He wasn’t a man to be wanted long term. He wasn’t a man to have a relationship with anyone, much less an innocent, hopeful young girl.
No, he wasn’t telling her he wanted to touch her. So he just touched her. He watched her reaction as he slid his hands up her ribcage, his fingers extra careful, almost coaxing as he curled them around her breasts, fondling her flesh softly, almost with…love. He’d just never imagined he’d ever touch her like this.
A soft gasp tore out of her throat, and she blurted, “Touch me.”
Their eyes locked. His blood rushed at her concession, and every cell in his body immediately flooded with desire.
“All right,” he murmured, trying to sound calm and easy as he pulled his hands back, like his balls hadn’t just contracted and his cock hadn’t been this hard ever. It turned him on wildly. To have her bound. To talk to her about everything she wanted sexually, everything she’d done. Now he knew she’d been kissed with a little tongue, and she masturbated occasionally, and he knew what she thought about, in bed, at night, and she’d said touch me…
Damn. She was the purest thing he’d ever touched.
He put his palm down on her abdomen, heard her sharply inhaled breath as he circled her belly button with one fingertip, his skin dark and tan, while hers was milky white.
“I’m going to lick you. Men like to lick women. We like to taste them with our tongue. It prepares us to penetrate them. It gets all our juices going.”
She nodded, watching as he bent his head and traced his tongue along her belly button. She tasted of sugary treats, but her moan was the best part. The one that most got to him, that clenched around his gut. He almost caught himself groaning back.
“Your moans tell a man that you like what he is doing to you, the way he is pleasuring you. A whimper may tell me I may be going to hard, but you might still like it.”
She fell quiet as he dragged his tongue, flat over her flesh, up to her breasts. He engulfed one nipple and heard her draw out a muffled, erotic sound as he swiped his tongue around the diamond-hard tip and suckled it gently.
His own suctions squeezed around his testicles, clenching him like fists, his cock pulsing to feel her. Using one hand, he tweaked the nipple of the lonely nipple between two fingers. The sound she made this time was like a soft whimper of need, a soft whimper of give me more, I want all of it.
“Damien,” she gasped.
He lifted his head, panting, torturing himself. “Yeah?”
“Do men like it when women suck their nipples too?”
“Men like it when women suck anything.”
“But…doesn’t it hurt with your piercings?”
Torture, this was torture, looking into her flushed face, wanting to fuck her, knowing he would never, ever, fuck her. Fuck.
“When you’re about to climax, the line between pain and pleasure blends, I like being sucked hard then.”
“Can I suck one of them very quickly? Just to see if I do it right?”
He hesitated. Not a good idea, his head said, but every inch of the rest of his body jolted and he nodded. His breathing hitched in anticipation as he undid her tie from the headboard, but he kept the leather firmly tied around her wrists, and she brought them before their bodies as he propped his head back on the headboard and she rolled to her side and ducked.
He closed his eyes as her warm tongue circled his nipple. Flick by flick, she tasted, prodded, sliding her tongue over his diamond piercing, then gently engulfing it and suckling him. Pleasure vibrated all the way down his body.
He had the impulse to grind his hips upward. He wanted to pin her down and roll her over and take her fast and hard. Instead he sat here in torture, sweet awful wonderful torture, as she set the fleshy part of her bound hands on his abdomen and then turned to suckle his other nipple like she was feeding from him.
A shiver ran along her spine, as though sucking him gave her pleasure, too. “Do you like it if I tug on your piercing with my teeth?”
Her voice, thickened with arousal, did a number on him, and his throat worked extra hard to strain out a, “Yeah.”
“Gently?” she prodded.