Page 44 of Unbind

‘Oh my God,’ she says, her voice tremulous. But she’s clearly established that being a good, obedient girl for me is her best path to getting what she thinks she wants, which is probably a shameful, cataclysmic orgasm and, presumably, closure.

She’s deluded if she thinks she’ll get this heat between us out of her system that easily, but I’ll play ball. She slings a leg over my shoulder and steadies herself, sliding one handover my ear and into my hair before reaching down and opening her lips up for me.

It’s a sight I’ll take to my grave. Her fingers make aV,exposing that lovely little pink pearl for me, and it’s so swollen and glossy already.

I’m addicted before I even bend my head to taste it.

25

NATALIE

There are entire galaxies in which my having any interaction at all with Adam Wright is a dreadful idea, yet they shrink into some cosmic black hole as he touches his tongue to the millimetres of nerve-riddled flesh that has quickly become my only universe.

It’s not just his tongue, though. It’s the way his nose presses against my pelvic bone, the slant of his jaw as he tilts his head to bury himself as deep as he can, and the fan of dark eyelashes on his cheeks as he closes his eyes. It’s the inhales of my pussy so deep they’re practically snorts, and the dig of his fingertips into my arse cheeks, and the abrasion of crisp cotton and hard shoulder muscle against the skin of my thigh.

God knows, the whole effect feels filthy and carnal and heady, so heady I’m in danger of losing my mind and begging this man for everything—for kisses and fucks, for the gift of letting me see himlosecontrol. Because he promised me self-control, and he’s shaking with the effort of keeping it; I can feel it.

And some strange shift has come about where the ideaof Adam Wright spiralling out of control withmefeels not even remotely frightening but utterly intoxicating.

The tongue sliding over my clit as his beard brushes my pussy is the singular most perfect thing I’ve ever felt, so when he makes a hungry sound and pulls his head away so he can glance up at me, I stare down at him, bewildered. What the hell is he doing? He should never, ever stop this. He should do thisforever.

He stands, and fuck is he tall. And very, very fully clothed.

‘I want you on the bed,’ he says with difficulty, his hands sliding around my waist and tugging me against him. ‘I want to spread you out so I can enjoy you properly.’

His voice is so strained. He’s all expensive fabrics and concealed muscles and hard arousal, and I’m soft and naked and pliant in his arms. I like this power imbalance far, far more than I should.

I stare up into his face, at the mouth that’s just been on me and the eyes that are taking their fill of me. His words thrill me. They make me feel as if I’m a different type of host, one of the women who work in The Playroom and make their bodies available for the members’ every whim.

Like whoever he was spanking just now. He said she wasworkingagain tonight. He fucked one of the hosts the other night, and he said she loved it, and I’m sure she did. Who wouldn’t love being worked over by this man, if they had no prior knowledge of him?

I want him to work me over. I want so much more than his hands flexing on my waist and his tongue dancing on my clit. If he wants tospread me out and enjoy me, God knows I won’t stop him.

‘What are you waiting for?’ I ask him now. He smiles like I’m full of surprises and turns us towards the bed.

God, the flash of us in the huge mirror on the opposite wall is really something. Who even are we? I’m tiny and pale and naked, and he’s this dark, suited giant intent on devouring me.

And I fucking love it.

I tug my hair out of its ponytail, getting on the bed and edging backwards as elegantly as I can until I’m lying there on my elbows. He’s toeing off his loafers immediately and crawling over me as I widen my legs to accommodate him and Jesus Christ is this hot. His proximity. His sheer size as he crouches,looms,over me, intensity radiating from him. He’s shaking with it as he braces on his hands and surveys me like I’m his property, his little plaything, and I soak it all up. If I was any other woman, he’d be bending to kiss me right now, I’m sure of it. His mouth isright there, such a lovely thing, tempting and plump and skilled.

‘Your hair is…’ he begins. ‘It’s so beautiful, loose like this. What a delicious little thing you are.’ He braces on one hand as he bends to suck my needy nipple and reaches between my legs, finding my entrance and pushing in so hard I gasp. The heat of his finger and the pressure of his mouth are wondrous, and I arch into his touch, finding his hair with my hands, threading my fingers through it.

‘Such a shame you hate me,’ he muses against my breast. ‘I’d love to kiss you. It’s interesting, though’—he twists his finger inside me, and oh my dear God—‘that you can’t keep your legs closed for me, isn’t it? And it’s positivelyfascinatingthat you are absolutely soaked.’

That fucker. ‘You’re such an arrogant dick,’ I say, instinctively pushing my legs together, but he chooses that moment to seal his mouth to my nipple and his thumb to my clit and I practically catapult off the bed.

He laughs and looks up. There’s a smirk on his face thatI’d really like to slap off. ‘That may be, but tell me this doesn’t make you want to open your legs wider.’Thisis a measured circle of his thumb pad over my clit, its slickness a testament to my arousal.

‘I hate you,’ I say, throwing an arm over my face.

‘But you love the way I touch you.’ He drags his thumb over my clit again and cliffs crumble to clouds of dust. Worlds shatter. ‘And I love it, too. If you trusted me more, I’d tie you to this bed, or maybe I’d put these lovely long legs on a spreader bar so I could play with this cunt as much as I wanted.’

I can actually feel myself growing wetter at the thought of Adam dominating me like that, at the thought of submitting to him and his darkness and his kinks, lying there, restrained and only taking what he sees fit to give me.

Him and his body parts being my whole existence.

I groan.

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