Page 75 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

“Let me go,” I growl, not caring that I’m yelling at Master.

He smashes his mouth to mine, then pushes me back, lying on top of me, forcing me to fall to the grass behind me. I fight, trying to push him off me, but he won’t budge. He just continues to kiss me in a wild passionate frenzy.

“I want you. I’m not letting you go. I need to have you. I’m sick of being patient.” Master’s hands secure mine and raise them above my head keeping me captive. In this position, I can’t move. With all the thrashing that’s been going on, my dress is high on my waist.

His lips leave mine and travel down my neck, nipping and sucking at the same time.

“I want you. Tell me you want me, too.” His voice is husky and full of want. Master kisses my cleavage and nips me there. With my hands bound above me, I arch my back off the ground not recognizing myself.

Who am I?

“No, never,” I state breathlessly.

Master looks up at me, his tongue running across the dip in my breasts. “I think you’re lying. I think you want me as much as I want you. It’s okay, Red, I’m happy to take the lead.”

As much as I try to loosen his hold, when he pulls the top of my dress down with his teeth, I’m lost for words. His hot mouth bites my nipple through my lacey bra. And what’s worse is I cry out at its exquisite pain-pleasure.

He moves to my other breast and gives it the same attention and then sucks hard. I feel my bra dampen against my skin, and realize it’s not the only thing that’s wet.

My head thrashes from side to side, and I beg, but not sure what I’m begging for.

Is it for him to let me go, or to give me more?

This man’s an experienced lover, and he knows how to pleasure a woman and tease her at the same time.

I fight with my brain and my body, but it’s useless, my body wants more of what his mouth is offering. He lets go of my hands and squeezes my breasts, his mouth kissing a line down the middle of my body. I cry out when his tongue dips into my navel, and he watches me as I watch him traveling lower.

I’m bare to him now, except my bra and G-string.

He stops and looks down at me. “You’re so perfect, Red. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.” His words are intimate, and I wish he wouldn’t say them because somehow, he’s becoming human to me, and I don’t want him to be. I want to hate him for kidnapping me. I want to see him as the monster he is like I did the first time I met him.

“I’m going to taste you now. My mouth is watering to see what you will taste like on my tongue. Tell me, Red, has anyone ever given you pleasure using their mouth?” His green eyes darken with desire, and his gaze is making me wetter. He used those same words this morning, and I thought he meant by kissing me.

But now I know what he wants to taste.

“No, stop! I need you to stop.” Guilt runs through me, hating myself for wanting him and hating that I’ve given in to his advances. “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”

“It is right, baby. It’s so damn perfect.”

“No. I can’t… I just… fuck me!”

His tongue travels down to the hem of my G-string and then under the front.

“Oh, God,” I moan and cover my mouth with my hand when I feel his tongue lick my bud that’s about to explode. The sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth force a vibrating motion on the most sensitive part of my body.

“Just as I thought… you taste sooo good. I’m going to make you come with my mouth.”

“Oh, God…”

This can’t be happening.

Am I dreaming?

Is this real?

Pure pleasure is the only way I can describe it when he moves my panties to the side and sucks my clit into his mouth. I try and watch him between my open thighs when his tongue dips into my opening.

“Yes, baby, so damn good,” he says between sucking and licking. “You’re so pink and swollen. It won’t be long now.”

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