Page 41 of Salacious Desires

I bite the inside of my cheek and obey him. His voice alone makes me do as I’m told. I’m pretty sure he could command me to do just about anything, and I would do it. I want to please him. I want to see the look in his eyes that’s currently nailing me to the bed.

Reverence. Awe. He trails his fingers up my inner thighs, taking his time, causing my arousal to return slowly. I need more, but I purse my lips and say nothing.

I want to watch him pleasure me. It’s making me hornier by the second. My heart pounds as his gaze roams over me, pausing when he reaches the spot that needs the most attention.

Drake slides his fingers closer to my folds and gently parts them, exposing me to the air in the room. I’m so wet that it’s trailing toward my bottom.

He stares at me, and I get more aroused. When I can’t take it another second, I arch my chest off the bed and tip my head back, a soft moan escaping my lips.

The effort causes my arms to pull tightly on the ropes, reminding me that I’m bound for him. I can’t touch him. He can do anything to me, and I can’t stop him. I’ve given him my power. It’s freeing. I know he would never abuse it, which makes me quiver.

When he finally strokes my folds, I cry out.

“My girl is so needy…” he murmurs.

I mewl as a shiver makes my entire body convulses. “Please…”

“Soon, baby. Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. I want to growl at him. He’s torturing me, and he knows it.

Finally, he drags a finger through my folds from the bottom to the top, flicking my clit at the end.

I grab onto the rope above my cuffs, brace my heels, and lift my hips clear off the bed, trying to get more contact with his finger.

He pulls his hand away and shakes his head. “I decide when you get pleasure, baby. Don’t rush me.”

I moan as I try to relax against the mattress. He’s so intense. I’m not just falling in love with him. I’m all-in. So deep it’s scary.

He dips his finger a tiny fraction into my pussy and removes it, surprising me when he brings my arousal to my nipple and circles the hard bud with my wetness.

He’s mesmerized, and so am I. I didn’t know people could feel this kind of passion and need. I hope this is real and it never ends. Could I be so lucky?

Drake repeats his action, dipping into my pussy and then painting my other nipple. The tips are hard and tight. My breasts ache as he leans over me, settling his hands on either side of my chest. He’s not touching me anywhere.

He meets my gaze. “I’m going to suckle these pretty nipples and then eat your pussy until you scream. While you’re limp, sated, and unable to catch your breath, I will thrust into you.”

I whimper. “Please, Sir.”

He gives me a sexy, pleased smile. “Good girl.” And then, he lowers his lips to my breast and draws my nipple into his mouth. He’s still not touching me anywhere else. It’s so frustrating. My pussy is throbbing.

I try not to move as he switches back and forth, licking and sucking my nipples until they’re deliciously sore. Only then does he finally kiss a path down my body until he reaches my clit.

He flicks the swollen nub with his tongue before nuzzling my folds. He emits a low moan that vibrates against me. “So soft,” he murmurs. “You’ve been shaving this pretty pussy every day, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter almost inaudibly.

He licks down one lip and up the other. “From now on, I’ll shave you myself, understood?”

My breath catches at the suggestion. The idea both freaks me out and drives my arousal to the edge.

Could I let him shave me? It might be easier than doing so myself, but it’s so intimate…

Drake rises up a few inches and gives my pussy a little swat.

I cry out. It didn’t hurt so much as shock me. I can’t breathe. My pussy is pulsing. I’m going to come. He doesn’t even need to touch me again.

He meets my gaze and lifts a brow as if waiting for something.

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