Page 72 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

“Give me your hands.” She reached forward, and he brought her wrists around the back of her knees, then wrapped them in a neat little bundle with the belt. The buckle grazed her skin as he slid it closed, snug but not tight enough to leave marks. “Tight enough?”

“A little more, sir,” she squeaked, wavering between need and embarrassment.

By the end of the day, he’d make sure to cure that hesitancy of hers for speaking her mind. He wanted her to feel confident telling him exactly what she needed and how she wanted it.

He tugged on the end of the belt and let the metal bite into her wrist, ensuring she could still wiggle her fingers. “Better?”

She hummed her approval.

No, that wouldn’t do. He gave her a warning slap on the ass, and she squeaked again as the sound from his palm filled the room. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

He placed the tail of the leather belt in her palm so she would be able to loosen it at any time or keep it tight. For now, that was a luxury she needed, but it wouldn’t always be something he granted.

“Don’t let go, or else you’ll earn yourself a punishment, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He met her gaze. “Not when I could so easily take away your reward.”

A look of trepidation flashed across her face. His lips curved into a wicked grin. As much as he balanced on the brink of ripping her panties off to taste what was underneath, the thought of denying her—of leaving her wet and needy as he showed her what he’d prepared—made his pulse thunder.

“I’ll be good, sir,” she affirmed, holding the belt and keeping it taut.

“I’m sure you will be, sweetheart.” He caressed her face and dropped his hand to her pussy, hooking one finger around the dark cotton.

She gasped at his touch, legs already beginning to tremble as he rubbed his knuckle back and forth over her slick, swollen clit. Her heat soaked into him, and the slippery nectar ran onto his rings. Anticipation ripped through the last thread of his patience, and he pulled the thin fabric to the side.

Holy. Fuck.

Despite granting her three orgasms, he’d never seen her, and now that he had, the image burned into his brain. Seared into the deepest recess of his fantasies. He could look at her all day.

Even if she tried to cover herself, she wouldn’t be able to, all tied up and bound. Completely at his mercy. His fingers gently splayed her open, thumb brushing over her clit and pulling back the hood. He stroked her softly, building up her pleasure at his leisure and absorbing every minute detail.

“God,” he whispered. “You are so gorgeous.”

She breathed out another whine, and her walls fluttered, greedy and begging to be filled. As if in response, his dick throbbed—but enduring the ache would be well worth it. He couldn’t wait to see how much she would endure, how much she could take. What she’d be willing to do for his cock.

The thought acted like heroin, saturating his veins and stealing the breath from his lungs. His beautiful witch accepting his curse, pleading for the cure.

Just how long would she last?

He teased her entrance with his thumb, dipping in up to the first knuckle before pulling out, then going even lower to circle her tight rosebud.

Her little gasp stretched into a groan as his other hand worked her clit at the same time, and he gave her ass another slap, watching as it blushed pink.

“Ah,” she groaned, tossing her head on the pillows. “That feels so good.”

“Hush.” He was about to make her feel a million times better.

Leaning down, he settled between her legs and replaced his hand with a hot, hungry tongue. She stiffened, then melted as he licked straight up her slit.

“Damn, Iv,” he rasped. “I knew you’d be sweeter than syrup, but now I’m gonna need this every day.”

She moaned, unable to reply with words. That pleased him even more. He returned to her clit and reveled in her taste, alternating between firm swipes and quick circles with his tongue. Sweet, and so very savory.

Lost in the moment, he forgot about everything but the silk of her pussy. Her feet kicked out and dug into his shoulders, one heel covered by a thick rubber sole, while her toes curled around his jacket on the other side. Next time, he’d have to tie her ankles, too.

“I’m—” She gasped. “I’m so close.” Above his head, he could feel her struggling against the restraints, but she hadn’t let go of the belt.

Good, because stopping now would be as much a punishment for him as it would be for her. He hummed against her clit and peeled apart her thighs to bury his face into her cunt. She vibrated around him, tipping towards the peak.

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