“I am too. Now—I know they hurt a little. Unless I do this.” Pierce tugged gently on the silver chain connecting the clamps and Leita nearly jumped off the bed.
“Goddess!” she moaned, thrashing on the bed. “Master, please, that’s so…it’s intense.”
“I know it is, baby girl,” Pierce said tenderly. “But if you’re good and don’t move too much while I eat your pussy, I won’t do it again.” He saw her stiffen and try to still her movements and smiled to himself. There was no way she could hold still while he went down on her. She would be begging and gasping and pressing her sweet little cunt up to ride his tongue the minute he got between her thighs. He knew it and she knew it. The intense pleasure-pain would be repeated over and over until he brought her to the edge. That was exactly what Pierce wanted—to push her boundaries, to give her an experience she would never forget, even when he was gone. Although at the moment he couldn’t think of a single reason why he would ever want to leave.
“Hold still, honey,” he said, positioning himself between her thighs. He breathed in her sweet, warm scent—the scent of a woman in need—and felt his cock harden even more. He couldn’t wait to taste her rich, salty-sweet flavor, to feel her writhe against him while he lapped her cunt.
“Master,” she gasped, already beginning to move.
“Be a good girl, Leita,” Pierce cautioned her, tugging gently on the chain between her nipples to make her moan. “Don’t make me punish you for being naughty.”
Then he bent to taste her.
Chapter 6
Leita gasped when she felt his warm, wet tongue connect with her overheated clit. She had been a little hesitant at first when Pierce put the blindfold on her, but not being able to see heightened her every sensation. She was intensely aware of the brush of his warm, calloused hands over her body and every time she took a breath his spicy, masculine scent, like leather and clean sweat, filled her senses.
The clamps on her nipples were almost too tight—just this side of uncomfortable and she knew Pierce knew that. That was why he had put them on her in the first place. He understood that she needed a little pain with her pleasure. It was amazing to her that he seemed to know exactly what she needed and was so perfectly willing to give it to her. It was a fantasy, a dream come true. Then his tongue connected with her pussy again, driving everything but pleasure from her mind.
“Oh Goddess!” Leita moaned as he pushed the strand of pearls to one side and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked rapidly across the sensitive bundle of nerves pushing her higher and higher toward the inevitable peak.
The anticipation had been building all day and when Pierce had at last taken her into the bedroom, she’d been certain he would ease her tension at once. Instead he had insisted on shaving her pussy, forbidding her to touch herself while he did so. After that he’d blindfolded her and left her tied to the bed, dressed in the black bustier and skimpy pearl panties. Leita’s pleasure and need had been building to a climax so sharp, she honestly didn’t know if she could take it. She had never been so hot in her life, never felt the need to be taken, used, fucked so badly. And yet she knew she was supposed to hold still as he tasted her.
Hold still! she told herself, struggling not to thrust against his tongue, not to rub her wet, open pussy against his face to get more of the delicious sensations. His rough whiskers abraded the tender flesh of her inner thighs as he pressed forward, licking and tonguing her clit and still she concentrated on not moving her lower body, even as she fisted her hands into tight knots. The black silk restraints ensured that she wasn’t going anywhere—that Pierce could do anything he wanted to her and she was helpless to avoid it. Her nipples throbbed from the cruel clamps and her clit was aching under the gentle pressure of his tongue and yet she was able to contain herself—just barely. But when he entered her with two thick fingers and began to fuck into her hot, wet sex while tonguing her clit, she lost all control.
“Master! Pierce!” she gasped, throwing back her head and arching her back to meet him. The pleasure that had been building for what seemed like hours suddenly spiked inside her and she thrashed helplessly as the orgasm took her and shook her like a rag doll in a solar storm. She was coming—coming so hard!
“Leita, you’re moving.” Pierce’s deep voice was stern—the voice of her Master. “I told you what would happen if you moved,” he said. His fingers never stopped their deep, insistent rhythm inside her but Leita felt his other hand slide up her trembling abdomen and tug firmly on the chain connecting her nipples.