Leopard's Wrath (Leopard People 11)

She did so reluctantly, eyeing him warily. The little bells jingled and swung wildly, sending all kinds of sensations crashing through her. The moment she lay on her hard nipples she cried out, the fire burning on the tips and sending those flames licking at her clit.

He stretched her arms out and locked them into position before shoving quite a few pillows under her belly, raising her bottom into the air. He didn’t stretch her legs out, but rather forced her to her knees and locked the ankles to the sides of the bed frame. She was helpless again and feeling more vulnerable than ever.

The bed dipped, and her breath caught in her throat. His hands went to her hips. Big hands. He smoothed his palms over the round cheeks of her bottom. And then his mouth was there. Right there. Feasting. Devouring her. Driving her insane so fast she saw colors streaking across her vision. It was hot. Scorching. That tongue of his, a wicked weapon he wielded like magic, giving him power. So much. It didn’t matter as long as he never stopped. She was close, so close, her body gathering itself, desperate for release.

Mitya lifted his head and wiped his jaw on her buttocks, his shadow rasping over her sensitive skin.

“What are you doing? Don’t stop,” Ania wailed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Did I forget to tell you this isn’t for your pleasure? This is for mine alone. You don’t deserve to feel pleasure.”

His hands kneaded her cheeks, his thumb sliding in between her bare lips to collect the slick liquid that spilled from her body. He rubbed it along the seam of her buttocks over and over. Each time he pressed deeper into the small star, her heart pounded. There was no way to stop the liquid heat from telling Mitya she was turned on by everything he was doing to her.

Without warning, he smacked her left cheek hard enough to make her jump. Fire spread through every nerve ending. More liquid leaked. He collected it and used it to press between her cheeks. This time, he pushed a finger deep into her sheath so that her muscles clamped down to hold him prisoner in a fiery silken vise. His thumb stroked that slick little star and then pushed inside.

Her breath caught in her throat. Her entire body cried out for his. Every nerve ending was alive and inflamed. He began to pump his finger and thumb in and out of her. Fighting for breath, she began to ride his hand, pushing to get him deeper, desperate for release. So close. She was so close.

His other hand came down hard, smacking her right cheek again and again. All the while those clever fingers pushed deep into her, curling to find that one spot that could send her off, rubbing for just a moment. He was alternating cheeks, turning them bright red while her body shuddered and begged for release. She was always right on the edge. The need drove her mad. She heard her own voice pleading as she rocked back into him.

His free hand began smoothing over the red handprints, spreading fire over and into her skin, so that it raced along every nerve ending and built into a firestorm of flames burning through her sex.

“Mitya.” Ania nearly sobbed his name.

“What is it, kotyonok? Is there something you need? Don’t you like this?” He knelt up on the bed, his body between her legs, his hand on her back, pinning her there while he pressed the broad head of his cock against her slick, hot opening.

“I need you.” She found herself rocking back and forth. Each time she did, the little bells pulled against the sheet and tugged at her nipples, sending those lightning strikes straight to her inflamed clit until it pulsed and throbbed and felt as if it was bursting with need.

“I’m right here.”

“Your cock,” she qualified. “I need it in me.”

He leaned over her, the broad head of his cock sliding over her bare lips, teasing her, tempting her, driving her mad. “I love seeing you need me. I love hearing you beg me for my cock. I especially love when you worship it with your mouth. What I don’t love, baby, is you putting yourself in harm’s way just to prove you’re my equal and you can do anything you damn well want.”

“Mitya.” Her breath came in little sobbing pants. She couldn’t move her body to get relief, she could only wait and pray he gave it to her.

“Yes, baby. That’s my name. I’m your man. I’ll give you the fuckin’ world, any damn thing you want, but you have to know you’re living with a dictator and you have to be okay with that.” His hand came down on her right cheek, and then he rubbed at the flames, spreading them. “When I say go to the safe room, you fuckin’ go.”