Page 15 of His Bound Bedmate

She grinned at me. Not her usual smile, but a let’s-be-naughty grin. I almost returned it. God, I’d been wanting her in here for ages. If possible, my cock got harder. I swallowed, forcing control over myself.

I’m no’ an animal. I am disciplined. I am in control.

There.

Her fingers were trailing over the little ledges designed to cup her thighs and support her weight, while her cunt and asshole were open for the taking. “So I sit here? And this part?” She fingered the leather pad set between the two thigh-supporting shelves, nestled between their “V,” just like…

“I added that last week. After I understood how much ye enjoy pressure on your clitoris.”

A giggle burst out of her and I raised my brow. “Ye’re laughing at my consideration?”

She threw herself at me, and I happily wrapped my arms around her. “No, you silly man,” she said, placing a kiss gently on my lips. “I’m laughing because I love you so much.”

Damnation. There went my control.

“Get up there,” I growled, my voice harsh. I couldn’t wait any longer.

She must’ve sensed my mood, because she stepped back and raised her hands to her shoulder. When I’d seen the dress originally, I hadn’t realized it tied at the shoulders, but with two quick little movements, the silk was lose, and flowing, slithering down her body to lie pooled at her feet.

Holy God. She was a Gainsborough, a dark Venus—mine.

Barely thinking, afraid my cock—and my control—would both betray me and I would shoot my cum across her arse before I even had the chance to enter her, I helped her up into the stocks, and settled her.

Each time my fingers brushed against her skin, each time she met my eyes with that hot, expectant look, each time she sucked her breath in…I knew she was as ready as I was, and I was damn ready.

Instead of hurrying, though, I knew I had to take my time. This was her first time in this device, and she was trusting me. I made sure she was balanced properly, made sure the leather pad was where it needed to be—made sure to brush my thumb across her clit a few times to test, of course—and lowered the top half of the stocks. Then I showed her how to place her neck into the pillory, and how the hand holes were really there for her to have something to hold, not to restrain her, then I slowly closed the top half. Everything had been thought of—and she had been top of my thoughts.

Now Millicent was completely restrained, at my mercy. Leaning forward, her ass presented to me like a prize, her mouth mine for the taking. But I wasn’t going to betray her trust that way. Instead, I moved into her vision.

“Are ye comfortable, wife?” I asked, stroking my cock gently, imagining what it would feel like to be surrounded by her heat.

Her eyes were glued on it, and I watched her squirm, pressing against the pad by her clitoris. “Yes,” she whispered desperately. “Yes!”

“And are you ready for the next step?”

“If that means making love, then yes. Green! Green!”

I couldn’t help it—I chuckled at the reference, and that made her smile too.

“Please, Findlay. Please fook me.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

I moved behind her and stroked my cock while I watched her ass wriggle. She was doing her best to get off with only that leather pad for pressure against the most delicate part of her.

Well, let’s see if we can help her, shall we?

I squatted down, keeping my balance as one hand made the slow trip from the tip of my cock to the base, just enough to keep me teetering on the edge of coming. From this angle, I could see the truth; she was dripping wet. Literally dripping; her dew was no longer constrained by her beautiful thighs, although my cock jumped at the thought of tasting them on her skin. No, now her liquid desire was pooling between her lips and dripping—past the wooden shelves, and onto my floor.

Holy fuck.

Before I could think better, I dragged my tongue across her cunt, from clit to arsehole. God Almighty, but she tasted good.

From this angle, I couldn’t reach her clitoris to suck and lick the way I wanted to, the way I knew would drive her crazy. But for now…

I flicked my tongue in all the right spots, and worked my way up between her small thatch of curls and that leather pad. As soon as she realized what I was doing, she quit squirming and relaxed into my touch, but she kept up those sexy little mewls until I knew she was ready to orgasm.

Dragging my face away from her pussy was one of the hardest things I’d done; but I kept finger-fooking her as I reached for the drawer.

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