After a firm bite on her neck causing Marley to gasp, Reed reached down to her hand, placed the belt through the loop to create a handcuff of sorts, and pulled it tight.
"You have a fondness for being bound, and I plan to play on that desire.” His voice dropped an octave. “But for now I'm limited since we're at your home.” He pulled on the belt tied around her wrist and led her to the wrought-iron bed. “Though being limited doesn't mean I can't be creative."
"I want you to be creative—downright sinfully imaginative, Sir."
Reed shifted Marley into the center of the bed. He raised her arms above her head and looped the belt through the bars on the headboard. “I realize we're not alone in the house and I imagine you'll want to be modest, but if you won't scream your pleasure for me—I insist you had better find another way to show me your appreciation."
"Yes, Sir.” The way Reed touched her so gently was such a contrast to the desire in his eyes. She squeezed her thighs together tight in response to ease the throb that reached her clit.
After tying the remaining belt around her other wrist, Reed stood. His gaze traveled like scorching heat along her body, and she squirmed under his scrutiny.
"It's a beautiful thing how much restraints appeal to you.” Reed took a seat next to her, ran his hand up her leg until he nudged for her to part her thighs. He lightly touched her pussy, clearly pleased by her aroused state; his eyelids lowered and he groaned.
"You're going to earn your pleasure this morning. Last night was a taste of what I can offer you as your dom, but since I don't have toys here to make you earn your reward, you will appease me with your mouth."
Heat pooled in Marley's pussy—the pulse along her clit turned to a deep throb. “I want to suck your cock, Sir.” She pulled against the restraints, more in excitement than a way to free herself, and suspected her expression begged him to come closer.
Reed rid himself of his clothing, and his naked form delighted her as it had last night. Spectacular muscles all rendered her speechless, his heavy cock awaited her, and she intended to give him some relief, but how?
He leaned forward to place his hand on the headboard, lifted one knee on the bed to bring his cock to her mouth. To taste a man such as Reed, to offer him the same sort of pleasures he'd given her—she could hardly wait to devour him.
"You may have five minutes to pleasure me as you see fit.” His voice was a near growl as it dipped lower. “Then I'm going to fuck your mouth and take you as I need."
Marley parted her lips to invite him in. Reed angled his hips, closed the distance between them, and when the tip of his cock passed through Marley's lips to sit on her tongue, she sighed. He tasted sweet and smelled musky.
She closed her lips around the hardened flesh and gave a few steady sucks. Reed's hips thrust forward, pushing more of his thick, hard cock into her mouth. She didn't mind; she wanted to take all of him.
The position, though, began to frustrate her—she wanted to suck him, good and hard. She swirled her head, tickled his shaft with her tongue in hopes it satisfied him. His answering moan declared he enjoyed it, and the wicked glint in his eye, the tension in his jaw gave her the sense she did right by him.
After a deep suction, she lowered down slightly to keep only the tip of his cock in her mouth. She brought her cheeks in around him and bobbed her head. Reed moaned and leaned his head back.
He returned his gaze to hers, and the man before her now held a look she'd only fantasized about. More than possessive, even more than his need to come—this was primal.
"Enough,” he ordered.
Marley gingerly moved away, rested her head on the pillow as Reed climbed onto the bed and straddled her. He grabbed on to the headboard, brought his knees up next to her armpits, and raised himself, bearing most of his weight on his hands.
"Tilt your head to open your throat.” He placed his cock on her lips. “You will take me as deep into your throat as you can."
Marley's mouth stretched to accommodate his girth, but after a few slow thrusts, her lips relaxed, her tongue settled in a good position as her throat opened.
"Fuck, you're good at that,” Reed said.
The position wasn't exactly comfortable, but she paid it no attention. His moans and the look of pleasure shining on his face sent shivers all through her. She also understood enough of BDSM to know that to give him the pleasure he sought meant she'd get it back tenfold. Besides, the position was so erotic it made her feel naughty in the best of ways.
His thrusts picked up the pace, and she noted that even though he told her to accept him in deep, he was being careful not touch the back of her throat. Trust. Yes, he'd push her to a point where it'd test her, open new doors for her, but he knew how much she could take and wouldn't go past it.
Each thrust was fast. He rocked his hips as he did exactly what he said he'd do—fuck her mouth, and splendidly so.
Reed's stomach tightened as his testicles drew up. Marley was talented with her mouth, and the way her lips felt as he slid in and out was enough to make him explode. Not something he wanted to do. He slowed his thrusts, then stepped back, and Marley made an unhappy noise.
He chuckled. “I have no qualm about fucking you this way until I come, but I want to feel your tight pussy clamp around my cock before I do.” He could sense that her submissive nature didn't appreciate him stopping her. To not let her finish him would leave her feeling as though she hadn't fulfilled him.
Reed removed the belt from one of her wrists. “Turn over.” Marley responded without hesitation. “Angle your hips up and show me that delicious ass."
She did as he asked and presented herself perfectly.
Not only did he get a marvelous view of her ass and thighs that he found sexy as hell, but she'd spread her legs wide enough to reveal her pussy.