“Caleb, I need you. Please help me. I hurt.”
The knowledge she was in pain, pain without the added benefit of pleasure, sliced me to my core. I was here for a reason—she was in need of relief. I couldn’t serve her in the same way her other mates had—even though I fiercely wanted to—but I could help. I could take away some of the need.
“Spread your thighs, Sunday. I’ll take away the ache.”
She was quick to do so, her body visibly reacting to my gaze. Slick arousal slid down her plump lower lips and sent my cock weeping with need. She reached for me, her hand palming my length and squeezing.
“Feck, you’re a bad girl. No touching.”
I would never last if she touched me. I cast my gaze around, searching for something to bind her with when it was clear she was beyond obeying the simple request.
A golden stole rested on the back of a chair in the corner of the room. She moaned as I stepped away to grab it, though hunger flared in the depths of her eyes as I grasped her wrists and tugged them above her head.
I secured her to the headboard and couldn’t fight the smirk that twisted my lips. “That should keep you from wandering. My good little lamb. Let me guide you safely through this.”
She writhed, testing the hold and begging me with her eyes to touch her. She was incapable of more than wanton moans when I leaned down, my hands on either side of her as I suckled the rosy bud of her tight nipple. Sunday Fallon, naked and restrained in my bed, was too much to bear without touching the full curves of her perfect breasts.
“I can smell your wet cunt from here,” I murmured. “Were you a good girl? Did you do as you were instructed? Did you save your climax for me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I did as you commanded. Please let me come.”
“That’s my good girl. You are so needy. It drives me wild.”
“Not wild enough,” she complained. “Fuck me, Caleb.”
“No, my gorgeous girl. I won’t. But I promise I will make you feel so good you won’t miss my cock.”
She shook her head. “Not true. I need it. You don’t understand what this is like.”
I trailed my fingers down her belly, slipping through her slick folds. “You think I don’t know the taste of hunger? The burn of need? I’ve been mad with it for longer than you’ve been alive. Have resisted the call. Until you.”
As I said the words, I filled her with my fingers, making her back arch as she cried out.
“There it is. The sound I dream of. Give me more, Sunday. Let me hear you.”
“Oh, God, more. Please.”
I continued to circle her clit with my thumb and pump two fingers inside her, curling them up and knowing I hit the right spot when an answering flood of wetness coated my fingers.
“More.” Her voice was a breathy plea, a woman on the edge who needed someone to push her to fly.
I spread her legs wide, using more force than necessary as I dove between her thighs and feasted like a starving man. I wasn’t sure which one of us groaned louder. Sunday at the feel of my tongue lapping at her, or me at the taste of her.
My beauty was rolling her hips in search of themoreshe kept asking for. I needed her to come more than I needed blood to survive, but she couldn’t get there. My thumb toyed with the tight ring of her arse, pushing against the muscle just as she’d taunted me under my desk. As I sucked her clit between my lips, she sobbed my name, but still, those walls didn’t flutter with pulses of pleasure.
She was so wet, her arousal dripping down between her cheeks, so there was little resistance as I slid my thumb in deeper, past the tight pucker.
She screamed my name, hips bucking as she rode my tongue and finally found her release.
I ached to be inside her. My cock leaked, leaving a wet spot on my trousers. This was nothing short of torture. How fitting. It was far more painful than any session I’d ever had with my flogger.
“Caleb, I need you. I need more of you. All of you.”
I’d seen her in heat before. I knew it would hold her in its clutches until she got what it demanded of her, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could deny myself.
“Just a little. Just your skin on mine,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you.”
She looked like the most beautiful angel, spread before me on the bed, cheeks flushed, hands bound, lovely pink pussy bared.