Page 38 of Dark Bonds

“Look at how beautiful you look right now. How do you like rope play so far?”

“Fuck, Jason. I knew I would love it, but my clit is on fire right now.”

“Hmmm… well, maybe we should do something about that.”

He began untying the ropes, all the while kissing and nibbling me. He licked a path up the side of my neck and blew gently on it. Goosebumps spread across my skin as I squirmed against the remaining ties. His so-called fun knot was still pressed tightly against my clit and was driving me insane. By the time he freed me from the rope, I was damn near completely out of my mind. He laid me down in the center of the bed and walked over to the fridge. I watched as he grabbed a small dish and dropped something into it with a clinking sound.

He stripped out of his pants, laying them over a chair, set the dish on the side table, and crawled over me. He caged me in with his arms and kissed me wildly. I was so fucking turned on that I could barely breathe. He reached over into the dish and plucked an ice cube out of it, popping it in his mouth. I squealed when he let the ice fall out of his mouth, between my breasts. His cold tongue swirled my nipples as the ice slid down to a stop in my belly button. Jason followed the trail with his mouth and sucked the ice cube back in before continuing to my pussy. He used his mouth to move the ice around my clit, before finally letting it go to focus solely on making me come.

He alternated between fucking me with his tongue and flicking it against my clit. His tongue turned my core into liquid heat and I seemed only a breath away from coming apart on his face.

“You were so good tonight, baby girl. You can come whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I stuttered out.

A tsunami of pleasure washed over me and my whole body shook from the force of it. He continued to lap at me until the last of my climax had ebbed. He crawled back over my body and crashed his lips against mine, my arousal still coating his face. He reached between us, grabbed his cock, and lined it up with my entrance. He drove his hips forward and entered me in one harsh movement, burying his cock to the hilt.

“I have wanted to fuck you since I first saw you in that outfit tonight.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked cheekily.

With a growl, he started pumping in and out of me and I had to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from being slammed into the headboard. The sounds of moans and slapping skin filled the room until he was thrusting so fast that neither of us could catch our breath. He roared out his release, white-hot bolts of cum filling my pussy. After what seemed like forever, his cock twitched twice more and he all but collapsed atop me.

He pushed up on one forearm and kissed me, using his other hand to brush a lock of hair out of my face. I let my legs fall from around his waist and a torrent of cum ran out of my pussy and pooled beneath me when he eased his cock out of me.

“Let me grab a cloth,” he chuckled, “otherwise you’re going to be quite uncomfortable.”

With a warm cloth, he wiped every last bit of cum off of me and got what he could off the bed. He laid back down beside me and kissed me again.

“Thank you, Jason.”

“For what, baby girl?”

“For making tonight perfect,” I whispered, my voice heavy with exhaustion.

“You’re quite welcome. Sleep, Leah.”

He brushed a kiss across my forehead and I was out like a light.

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I had a wide variety of clients that I did proofreading for. While they were all great, I had a few favorites. The contents of the envelope I’d just opened were enough to make me whoop. Alesia was one of the romance authors I worked with and as a bonus for me finishing her last manuscript early, she’d sent me gift certificates for girl’s weekend for two at an inn and spa in the Poconos. It was beyond extravagant, but when I called her to refuse, she insisted I take them.

The reservation was for the following restaurant, so I picked up my phone and texted Raven.

Leah: Hey, girl!

Raven: Hey How are things?

Leah: Things are great. Listen, one of my clients sent me a spa package for next weekend. It’s a girls’ getaway, so I wondered if you’d be interested in coming with me.

Raven: Damn it. I would love to, but next weekend is my parent’s thirtieth anniversary. I think they’d notice if one of their kids didn’t show up for the party.

Leah: Fuck. It would have been a perfect getaway for us

Raven: We’ll have to set something up another weekend.

Leah: Definitely. How’s work?

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