Page 21 of His Road Dog

She was at his mercy.

He could harm her or leave her, and there was nothing she could do. Her stomach quivered, and her nipples peaked in anticipation of what came next. It was a pleasing mixture of fear and excitement that she found shocking.

She pulled her legs up and crossed them. Aware that he could see the wetness between her legs.

He slid his hand under her chin and turned her face up. Kissing her lips, he murmured. "Good."

That one little word rolled through her. She wasn't doing anything. Relying on him, she could only wait.

Priest stepped out from behind her and put his knee on the bed. Untangling her legs, he spread her limbs wide and laid down between her thighs. He slid his hands under her butt and tipped her pelvis.

Her back rubbed against the pole as she shifted. Wanting to touch him, she strained against the binding.

Priest placed his hand on her stomach and sprawled his fingers. "Settle down."

She stilled. His gaze warmed, and she exhaled slowly, wanting to please him.

"I'm going to lick your pussy." He moved his head side to side, letting his beard tickle her between the legs.

Her toes curled. "Can't I touch you?"

"Not yet." He lowered his head.

His warm mouth pressed against her sex. She sucked in air and braced against the storm of sensations flooding her body. His tongue...

"Dear Lord," she mumbled, squeezing her eyes closed.

Her thighs trembled. Open to him, and with his hands kneading her butt cheeks, lifting her off the bed, moving her, she could only focus on what he was doing to her. The feelings were mind-blowing.

She wanted to move against him. The need to capture and hold the pleasure left her frantic.

The flannel material cut into her wrists. She forced herself to stay against the post on the bed.

Priest's skin was hot against hers, drawing her closer. But she couldn't get there on her own.

He dipped his tongue deeper and lapped up her slit, caressing her clit. She moaned, barely aware that the light in the room had faded. The daylight waned like her inhibitions. Inhibitions, she had no idea she had until he'd tied her to the bed.

She was no longer afraid of what could happen while she was under his control but eager to see what else he would do.

Priest growled, squeezing her bottom and opening his mouth wider. He sucked, stroking her with his tongue. She clamped his head between her legs.

"Right there. Oh, God. Yes. More," she said.

Priest's breathing fed her frenzy. Her stomach tightened. Her climax grabbed hold.

He lifted his head. His heated gaze intensified.

"No. Don't stop." She wagged her head side to side. "Michael..."

A growl escaped his lips as he moved off the bed. Her tightly strung body rolled toward him. The binding on her wrists tugged her back, slapping her with the knowledge that only when he was ready would she see any relief.

He circled her wrists with one hand and hooked her legs with the other, turning her until her feet hung off the bed. Scooping her under the arms, he lifted her until she stood on the floor, her back to the post.

The new position let her move as far as her arms could straighten until the flannel shirt stopped her.

Priest cupped her face. "I want to see you lose control."

She moaned. "Touch me."

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