Her Shadows, His Secrets

“Another?” she whispers.

“I decide what to give you.” Stepping back, I bend and lick her lips, ending on her clit and giving it a gentle suck.

She jerks forward. “Theo!” The sound of my name from those lips in any moment of passion is sinful. Should be criminal.

“Be good, and I will do that again tonight.”

“Yes, Theo.”

“Oh, puppet, you make this so thrilling.” I watch her get into position, and she looks up at me.

“You do things that make me lose all sense. I’m not this woman,” Hanna admits.

“But you are. You just needed the right person to set her free. Find the scene, and let go of your body. It’s mine now.” She lies flat, being careful with her scratches, and begins to go through the page. I take the item I’m excited to use and cuff one foot. I see her pause her search and look at what I’m doing in my peripherals. “Hanna,” I warn.

Quickly, she looks back in the book. I tighten the cuff, then take the strap, slide it under the bedframe, and up to her other ankle, restraining her, her cunt bared to me.

“I think I got it. What is this?” She nods down to her feet.

“A little something to help me control your legs.”

“Why would you want to control my legs?”

My next words come out dark and sinister. “This allows me to keep your legs from closing when your orgasm is too intense. I control your pleasure. All of it.”

“I know you do,” she admits, and my cock jerks at her submission.

“Start reading.”

She blushes. “I don’t know if I can—”

“If this makes you blush, you’re going to be fire-engine-red when we do the things we do tonight.”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

I unbuckle my belt and free my cock. Biting her lip, she peruses my body, admiring me. I’ve never been much for vanity, but the idea that my body is something she thoroughly enjoys? You could say my chest is swelling with male pride.

“Read the scene. I’m growing impatient.”

“Um… okay. ‘He touches me, my center growing wet with heavy need.’” Losing my pants, I get on my knees just beside her, using the knuckle of my middle finger to graze over her clit. “Oh, fuck,” she moans. “‘I feel like he’s controlling my body with such simple touches that I could lose my mind. I crave his tongue between my legs, pleasing me and teasing me.’” Leaning down, I lightly spread her swollen lips and lick her softly, alternating between up and down and circles. “‘I wait eagerly for it, but he takes his time with his fingers, leaving me craving both. His tongue, his fingers, his…’” She stops, and I glance up at her, licking her clit but stopping at the same time she does.

“Say it.” I smirk cockily, craving to hear her say the word.

“‘…his… his cock. I’m waiting for it, and with each passing second, my anticipation grows.’” The way her full lips read erotic words, it’s like jumping off a cliff with no restraints. It’s wild.

I go back to rubbing her clit with my thumb, but this time, I do what her character is begging for. I use my tongue and lick her tight hole, circling it first, then plunging it inside her. Her back leaves the bed, and her legs spread farther.

“That’s what you wanted, right?” She looks curious yet nervous.

“Yes, try closing your legs.” I keep rubbing her clit, soft and steady.

Attempting to do as I say, she fails. “Theo, I can’t close them.”

“Exactly, like I said. Now, what does he do next, puppet?”

“Um… ‘Finally, he gives me what I’m craving. Moving down between my legs, he circles my clit, slowly but with the right pressure, and I buck forward, jolted by the feeling.’”

Taking two fingers as I continue licking her clit, I insert them in her snug heat. Fuck me, she’s tight. So damn tight.

“Oh yes, please!” she screams out.

Looking up, I tilt my head. “Was that in the book, puppet?”

“God, no, it’s you, all you. You win. Okay. You’re better than these men. I need more.”

“Hmm. I want to give you that, but remember I told you that you would choke on those words, Hanna?” She nods, biting her lip and squirming, wanting my touch, which I break all connection of. “Good.”

Leaving the bed, I grab the pillows and places them under her head, she eyes me quizzically but doesn’t say anything, and when I have her head high enough and at an angle perfect for my plans, I get back on my knees, this time right beside her face.

“Open your mouth.” She does as she’s told, and without warning, I grab the back of her head, gripping her hair and shoving my cock into her mouth. She gags when I go as deep as I can, but I don’t let up. I start to control her head, making her take me in and out, hitting the back of her throat each time.