Page 22 of Rather: The Therapist

She shook her head.

“What else is it?”

“Your head buried between them.”

I tilted it toward her.

Say less, my dear.

I began to lower, but her voice halted my movement.

“With restraints.”

She pointed toward the rope wrapped around the bars of the bed. Impressed with her private thoughts, I wondered if freeing her of them was a good idea. I made my way around the bed and pulled her closer to the top. With the rope, I restrained her by the wrists. When the knot was secure, I gave it enough slack to pull her down toward the edge, again.

“Is that all?”

I was anticipating more, but she had nothing more to offer.

“Yes.”

“Fair enough.”

Without warning, I plunged my index and middle fingers inside of her. It was necessary to check her temperature and make sure she was warm enough. I preferred my food hot when I consumed it.

“Oooooh fuuuuuck,” she yelped out of sheer pleasure.

The lava flowed onto my fingers, assuring me her volcano was near eruption. With the right amount of pressure, it would explode. Hot molten would seep from her center and settle on my tastebuds.

The railing of the bed leaned forward, slightly as her body squirmed from the intensity of the moment. I twisted both fingers upward and began to stroke her clit, internally. This time, when I lowered my body to the ground, I didn’t stop until my lips were on hers.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four kisses landed before I bowed my head and graced my meal.

“Dear God, thank you for the food I am about to receive,” I whispered.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

Her hips rolled as my tongue pressed against her center. Her pearl was slippery wet, a result of her loud and flamboyant arousal.

“Please,” she begged from above.

Lifting slightly, I stared deep into those dark eyes of hers, still massaging her internals.

“Shhhhh.”

Juices lubricating my beard, I instructed her to maintain her silence even if she was losing her composure.

“Shhhh, my dear.”

I dived in, again, already missing the entree I’d pulled away from. I was still famished though my meal was right in front of me.

Her bitterness was balanced with her sweetness. She had a healthy diet. The potency of her cream said so. Her scent said so. The health of her fluids said so. The results of her routine tests for continued residency at The Mansion said so.

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