8
ROYA
MY HEAD SPUN, AND my body keened for more. More of this wicked pleasure Aris so easily conjured.
Even though he’d gagged me. Even though he’d made that call to my father. Even as he’d stripped me bare and once again restrained me only this time with my head forced down and my bottom propped up . . . he had me writhing and wet. He’d created an entirely new compulsion in me, one borne of pure, incendiary desire that swept up all my anger until it swelled into arousal.
I was stretched out and presented for him.
He’d rubbed the beautiful ruby strand up and down over my peaked breasts. Now he plied the beads back and forth along my sex. I couldn’t forget the chain around my waist either or the way he’d rearranged the links so the disc rested just above my most intimate place.
I could feel my body weeping for him, juices trickling out and coating the gemstones.
I moaned deliriously when he dragged the strand up and down the very center of my pussy, my lips spread wide and welcoming.
“Oh god.” My back undulated, my hands still buckled low on my spine, my core desperate for more. “Nnnnf, Aris . . .”
A spinning sensation coiled through me when he sent those beads tap, tap, tapping against my aching, splayed entrance.
“Mmm,” he groaned out, lust coating his voice like my essence coated the beads.
Then he was trailing the necklace, wet from me, up the center of my spine. At the top, he slid my hair aside. He carefully linked the necklace around my neck and clasped it closed. The beads only briefly trailed against my collarbone before pooling down onto the bed beneath me. Even so, I could tell they smelled of me, of that place between my legs that was empty and needed more. The beads were warmed from all my body heat and, if I’d been upright, the gorgeous strand would thread down between my breasts.
“You like red, don’t you.?”
He’d noticed. Had he chosen the rubies specifically for me? When?
Those thoughts receded when Aris gracefully climbed from the bed to stand beside me. I was again amazed that for such a large man, he moved so sinuously, as if he oozed sex. I could breathe in his scent and become drenched for him instantly, a shamefully hot reaction.
I licked my lips, breath whistling from me, when he worked the cufflinks from his shirt. He placed them on the bedside table next to the red leather jewelry box, making me think all kinds of fantasies about how we’d come home together at the end of a night, place our various items side by side, undress one another . . .
The fantasy didn’t even change when he unclipped the shoulder holster containing his pistol, that was how far gone I was.
I purred a breath as he opened his shirt, shrugged his big shoulders, and dropped the top to the floor. The massive, muscled expanse made my fingers itch, and they convulsed within my bonds.
I wanted to lick his tattoos and rub my naked body all over him.
He wasn’t touching me, yet my body continued to hum for him.
His pants, briefs, shoes, and socks he removed right there where I could see every shift of sinew and the myriad play of his breathtaking musculature.
Then he stood, as if letting me drink my fill of the powerfully potent sight of him.
Ooooh.The thick muscles of his thighs . . . the deep cliffs that ran from his hips to his groin, darting toward his towering cock. And that so-male organ . . . He was glistening, dripping with seminal fluid. Another bead drizzled down from the fat, purple glans along the veiny girth to become a little diamond of moisture in the masculine curls surrounding the base of his thick weapon.
Even his testes made my tongue tickle to taste, the large orbs in a smooth sac containing so much vigor.
Once he was gloriously naked, he bent down, and his incredibly attractive visage filled my vision.
His lips claimed mine and, though I could hardly move, I gave him all of my mouth, all of my tongue, all of my pleasure.
Aris crawled back onto the bed. He removed the beads from my neck, drawing the ruby tail back along my spine, causing me to arch farther. When I moved, the flat disc on my chain chimed against my asshole.
A shock radiated through me.
He coasted the necklace down the cleft of my buttocks, moving behind me. With one hand, he gripped the top inside of my thigh where my arousal had spilled and pressed me wider open.
I could no longer see what he was doing, but he kept making deep, guttural sounds of appreciation until all the nerves fired along my desperate body.
A hot gasp cascaded from me when he pushed one of those bigger beads into my grasping pussy.
My hole closed around it, and he chuckled wickedly.
And I remembered his dark promise. That he wouldn’t fuck me with his cock. Not tonight. That he didn’t want to wreck my pussy.
The crude murmurings as he worked my body had heat splashing all over me.
“Think of them like Ben Wa balls or anal beads,” he said in a thoroughly seductive tone as he inserted another bead, a smaller one.
Anal beads?
“They’re going to make you cream so hard.” His fingers swept down my engorged lips. “And so am I.”
He continued to scandalize me with those obscene, deeply voiced pronouncements, and I couldn’t understand why his dirty promises provoked me so hotly.
More beads filled me, swallowed by my pussy. My slippery essence spread down to the rest of the strand and glazed his fingers too.
My clitoris trembled, the small node reaching for stimulation, and still Aris toyed with the necklace, pushing more into me until the beads rubbed together inside me, rubbed me inside of me.
Perspiration licked along my body, strands of my hair sticking to the side of my face, my breath becoming driven as my nipples brushed achingly against the bed.
Aris’s loud groan thundered out across the room, my answering keening uncontrollable.
He rose up and shifted until the heavy, hard weight of his cock throbbed against my splayed sex.
He stayed there, torturing us both before his fingers swept over the rounded hills of my ass.
A relieved shout trilled from me when I felt him slipping the tongue loose from the belt binding my wrists. A metallic clink sounded and then my hands were free.
I reached back, quickly finding his hard, rippling abdomen, searching all over, desperate for touch.
He chuckled raggedly then the weight of his cock and the feeling of his torso disappeared.
A broken wail left me but not for long because he quickly released my neck from the collar, and I could move.
Rearing up, I whipped my head around.
I was seeing red everywhere now, but it was the pulsing fiery red of purelust.
He turned me, and then his mouth was on mine. The greediest of kisses ensued, a collision of lips and tongues, and he laid full upon me so I could feel every hard plane and that all-consuming cock of his a stiff length on my pelvis.
I grinded, scoring my nails down his tautly muscled back to the crescents of his ass. And every time I moved those beads jostled inside of me.
A pool of wetness quickly gathered beneath me.
I bit his lip and he bit me back and I crashed my breasts against his hard, hard chest.
“I want you.” And I didn’t recognize the smoky voice as my own.