“I’m sure you are,” he snipped, strolling toward her and then knocking her hand out of the way. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. Her body was damp with perspiration, but that didn’t deter him. He looped his arm around her, drawing her into one hell of a heated kiss.
No one was there to stand as witness. No one was there to see how his control went to hell. He framed her face and kissed the wicked imp right out of her.
Her body succumbed to the pleasure as she seemingly withered away under his lips and tongue. He stroked her mouth, eased his tongue between her puckered lips, and just made himself right at home. Moments later, he grabbed on to some sensibility and whispered, “Wench.”
“You have no idea.”
“I’m sure that’s true,” he said, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the Catherine Wheel.
“Oh boy,” she purred, rolling her tongue in a catlike cry. “Do I get to spin around for free?”
“Lie down,” he ordered, pointing toward the mat in the center.
“It might cost you,” she teased.
“I’m sure it will,” he fired back.
He offered her a helping hand, and once her palm settled in his, he hoisted her up to the platform. She tiptoed over to the center and stretched out on the mat, her chest flat and arms extended.
“That’s not what I had in mind,” he said, grabbing her right
ankle and securing it before moving over to her left side. “But I gotta tell you, I’m not disappointed.”
“You mean to tell me you haven’t had your subs lie down on this thing before.”
“We’ve had several on the wheel,” he told her. “Generally, they lie with their backs against the mat. I like this position better.”
His fingers raked up and down her calves and thighs, his palms surveying the lay of her splayed legs as far as he could reach. When he couldn’t go as high as he wanted, he grabbed some items from his toy box and climbed aboard.
The screeching noise made him realize the old wheel may have had all the weight it could handle. Straddling her hips, he said, “Let me tie your hands. Spread out your arms.”
She followed his command, smiling as she studied his face while he wrapped two scarves around each arm and secured her wrists. “What are you grinning about?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m happy.”
“Are you?” he asked, pausing long enough to let her take her time in answering.
She made him suffer out her possible response. Finally, she said, “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
He pinched her butt cheek and patted the place he left marked by the scrape of fingernails. Then, he squirted lube between her cheeks, aiming the pointed tip at her swollen and quite puckered asshole.
“What are you doing back there?” she asked, turning her head, stretching to see behind her. “Ooh, that feels cool and slippery.”
Kit’s cock jumped. He had her something long and hard to go along with the cool and slippery.
“Kit?” she asked again, straining to see over her back. “You’re too quiet and dark right now. It makes me uneasy.”
“Shh,” he whispered, rubbing the anal beads over her hips. “I think you’ll enjoy these.”
She shivered as he rolled the silicone balls over her flesh, jerking as he positioned the lead ball right outside her anus and then slid the first inside. One followed the other as he fed the strand. “I’ll need to come.”
He smacked her bottom and enjoyed the way she writhed under his hand. “Answer all my questions and I’ll fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
“Promise?” she asked, a sudden moan falling from her mouth. “Oh God, Kit. I don’t know if I can stand much more.”
“Promise,” he said, looking up to find Kemper rejoining them. He wasn’t about to listen to her complaints about the beads. They’d used them on other subs before. She could handle a few more.
“Didn’t take you long,” she said, apparently amused. “Bet you would’ve found more pleasure in my mouth. I certainly enjoyed yours.”