Cuffed by His Charm (Dirty Little Secrets 4)

“Excellent.” I offer my hand, and once she takes it, I lead her to the bar hanging from the chain. Slowly, I lift her left hand to the cuff and begin strapping her in, showing her all the control I’m taking from her, and that she’s willingly giving, all in the name of trust.

Buckle after buckle, I watch her expression, each second that passes flushes her cheeks deeper. Every drag of leather across her flesh deepens her breath, and I draw out the moment, letting her enjoy every goddamn second of it. “You don’t need to think now,” I tell her, and her gaze flicks from the cuff on her wrist to my face. “You only need to be here where I put you and take what I want you to take.”

She shivers, and the sensual heat brushes over me with equal intensity, as she rasps, “Yes, I understand.”

“Very good.” I take her other wrist until she’s bound, arms spread wide and above her. I step back, fold my arms, pausing to introduce her to the sensation, and examine the beauty. Smooth creamy skin, black lace lingerie, wide, excited eyes, pouty lips, pointy nipples beneath her bra. “I wish you could see you how I see you right now.”

“How do you see me?” she whispers, breathless.

I approach again, then I take her by the chin, bringing my mouth close to hers. Instead of giving her the kiss she wants, I drag my nose across hers. “I’d like to keep you right here to play with as I choose. To make you scream, if that’s what I desire. To hold you close, until you know nothing but the way I feel against you.” I back away, taking her chin in my grip. “To keep you safe, away from everything that could hurt you,” I tell her, unleashing those words with all the emotion I’m capable of.

My hands skim along her face, and I love the smile she gives me in the seconds before I seal my mouth across hers. Her kiss is hot and ready and filled with a desperation that fuels me now. I want to be her fantasy.

Determined to be all that she needs and more, I slide my hands down her neck to her breasts, massaging each one over the top of her bra, tweaking the puckered buds between my fingers, until she’s wiggling and moaning against me.

Breaking away from the kiss with a deep moan, which speaks of my desire, I leave her there, with her hands bound above her head. Consumed by her beauty, I squat, dragging my fingers along her leg, teasing her for what’s to come. I stop when I reach her panties, and then gingerly I stroke her inner thighs. Only when I feel her sensual tremble, the anticipation working as I like it to, do I reach for her panties, tucking them off to the side, exposing her pretty pussy to me. I give her a quick look, finding those deep lustful eyes on me before I reach for the second spreader bar and make quick work of binding her ankles, spreading her wide for me.

Now in a star position, the chrome from the bar and the buckles on the cuffs shining against the light, I reach for the small leather flogger. Staying where I am, I drag the tails up her thigh, loving how she moves her body in rhythm with my movements. I work my way up until I’m standing behind her.

Using gentle touches for a newbie, I give both her butt cheeks a few swats with the leather tails, then I step in behind her, letting her lean back against my chest as I begin dragging the leather against her clit. Lightly, I begin tapping her sex with the leather tails, and her soft moans fill the room. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, letting her hear how hungry I am for her. I move the flogger from side to side, teasing her clit until I hear her breath hitching. That’s the game changer, and then I begin flicking the flogger against her sex, over and over again, like a hundred fingers massaging her sex. I don’t stop. Not for a second. I’m waiting for her to give me what I need. And soon, she does.

She’s wiggling and moaning against me, rubbing her bottom into my rock-hard cock. I give her neck a final long lick, stopping at her ear to moan, so she knows what she does to me before I dare step away.

Done with the flogger, I drop it back onto the towel, and then I set to using my fingers, needing to touch her. Her head falls back onto my shoulder when I slide my hand between her thighs. Her lips part and she’s drawing in deep breaths as I stroke her sensitive, soaking wet flesh with long, slow drags of my fingers.

With my free hand, I pull her bra down beneath her breast, exposing a nipple. I move

in front of her and swirl my tongue around the bud, teasing both breasts with my mouth and hands until I’ve had my fill. I stroke her lower lips, finding her as wet as I’d expect her to be, and I take her mouth again, kissing her roughly.

She’s keeping up with me, and her body feels ripe for the taking, all mine to claim. I lean away to watch her beauty, and I wrap a hand around her back and stroke her clit, fast and hard, giving the time she needs to climb higher. Only when I hear the hitch of her breath do I begin to work my fingers across her sex in a rhythm set to bring her orgasm. Seeing she needs more from me to get where I want her to go, I lower my mouth to her nipple, sucking the bud deep into the roof of my mouth, and in that same moment I easily slide two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. With the palm of my hand pressing against her clit, I use my other hand to hold her tight, and I thrust my fingers inside her. It’s hard. It’s quick. And she’s screaming and drenching my hand in less time than it takes for me to blow out the breath I’ve been holding.

I slowly slide my fingers out from her pulsating pussy. Her eyes are shut, head tilted back as I squat before her, holding on to her hips. I don’t waste time teasing her, I want her higher. I want her crashing into pleasure, not letting it slide over her. I blow between her thighs, loving the moan she gives before I stroke her clit with the flat of my tongue. Each lick I offer becomes firmer, until I’ve lapped up all the juices she’s got and I’m flicking the hard clit with the tip of my tongue, intent on bringing her back to orgasm.

Time doesn’t matter. I wait for her. She’s staring down at me, a beauty that’s more than stunning, she’s goddamn mine. I lick her from back to front, and then I shut my eyes, sucking her clit deep into my mouth, then swirling my tongue until I feel her react. I keep at the same speed, the same suction, and she’s gasping and moaning and trembling against my mouth, and when she’s on the brink of orgasm it takes all my strength to back away. Instinctively I want her to soar.

“The next time you come, you’ll do so on my cock,” I tell her, rising in front of her.

Her breathy moan is her only response, eyes shut, lost in pleasure.

Nothing will stop me from taking what I’ve wanted. I’ve dreamed of having her this way, bound, under my command, mine to do whatever I please to, and I won’t be stopped now.

I step in beside her and kiss her mouth, devouring each of those lovely moans she gives me before I move in behind her. I open the fly of my jeans and reach inside, taking out my throbbing cock. Veins are protruding along the sides of my shaft. I stroke myself, harder than I’ve ever been before, because having her this way exceeds every fantasy I’ve ever had. She is perfection, and the way her bound skin melts to my touch is as addictive as it is perfect. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted with her heavy breaths, as she awaits me to fuck her.

I take the condom out of my back pocket and hastily apply it, then I grab the base and slide between her legs, slapping my tip against her overly sensitive clit. She’s swaying a little in the cuffs when I grasp her hips and none-too-gently enter her. I keep my mouth right near her ear so she hears all of my moans, as my shaft strokes her inner walls. In and out, her soaking wet heat shuts my eyes. I shift my hips upward and thrust harder and faster, setting a rhythm to get us both off. This is much more of my owning her body than claiming a climax, and I feel in her soft shudders and lax body, she’s giving me everything.

Heat soars through me, and with one hand gripping her ass, and the other thrust into her hair, pinning her to me, I take all that she has to give me. I pump my hips harder and faster. I glance across from us, and I take in the view of me taking her like this. I growl, possessive and hot, and thrust harder. “Open your eyes,” I order. “Look at us.”

I angle her head, letting her see, and her eyes open, and then widen. It’s right then, in that second, there’s nothing between us but the lust we feel in this safe place. It changes me as a man. Makes me want things from her I haven’t wanted from anyone. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I grunt. It’s her eyes, the way they watch me, so heated and aroused; I pound her harder. “Your pussy is so fucking sweet.”

I grab onto the spreading bar with one hand and keep hold of her hair in my hands, and I watch her face in the mirror across from us, and I pound into her, intent to finish. Her breath is gone, her inner walls a vise against me. Her mouth forms a perfect O, her eyes wide with euphoria, until suddenly she screams her pleasure. That’s my tipping point. Her satisfaction will always undo me, and her tight pussy is my perfect playground, sending me crashing over the edge with little warning.

Many minutes later, I regain the ability to move, think, and open my eyes. I find my head pressed against her damp back. She’s hanging in the cuffs, her legs obviously weak. I wrap an arm around her, unclick the cuffs from above her head, letting her arms fall. Gently, I help her sink to the floor.

On her side, she presses her cheek against the hardwood floors and laughs softly.

I chuckle and squat, and I brush the hair off her face. “Are you all right?”

She laughs again, eyes shut. “I’m fucking perfect.”