Page 72 of Taken By Storm

He hadn’t intended to start knocking things off that list right away, given she was new to sex, but she’d planted all those damn seeds. So many that the images of her fantasies had woven their way into his psyche, until he was nearly consumed by the desires she’d drawn in his mind.

Pursuit. Capture. Submission. Bondage. Punishment.

Every single word she’d spoken had practically imprinted on his dick, the fucking thing functioning at half-mast this week, never getting completely soft. Ever.

So that was why he’d cornered her in the barn on Sunday afternoon. They’d been completely alone—Keith at a buddy’s house and Mr. Mills tucked in his room—and before he could think through his actions, he’d bent her at the waist and told her to hold on to a shelf, while he spanked and finger-fucked her to an orgasm.

Those fantasies were also why, when she’d shown up at his farmhouse earlier tonight—on her own and as a surprise—he’d decided to reward her impetuousness by dragging her upstairs and tying her to his bed.

“Oh my God,” she repeated, louder, when he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.

He’d told her to remain perfectly silent, since all six of his brothers were home—some downstairs in the living room, some in their bedrooms.

Levi narrowed his eyes. “Not a sound,” he reminded her.

Kasi pursed her lips closed but, given her flushed cheeks and the way she pressed her legs together, Levi didn’t expect her to succeed in remaining quiet when he really got started. His girl was a yeller. And he liked it.

“Please,” she whispered, attempting to wrap her legs around his waist, to draw him down to her. She had some serious submission issues that he needed to address. Levi wouldn’t call himself a Dom or anything. Sex with past lovers had always been an equal give-and-take of pleasure, but with Kasi, Levi didn’t just want to be in charge. Heneededto.

“That’s it.” Levi rose from the bed, searching the floor until he found what he was seeking. Picking up the panties he’d pulled off her only a few minutes ago, Levi balled them up and approached her. “Open your mouth.”

Kasi’s gaze drifted to what he was holding. When she realized what was in his hand, her eyes widened briefly and a low moan escaped.

He bent over her, bracing one hand on the mattress. Kasi’s lips parted quickly—willingly—and she offered no resistance when he pushed her damp panties into her mouth as a gag.

“See how sweet you are?” he asked, aware she was tasting her own juices on the cotton.

Kasi nodded, her vision slightly unfocused.

Seven days. That was how long they’d been lovers.

Levi had taken her every single one of those days, addicted to her scent, her soft moans, her kisses, and her oh-so-tight pussy.

Tonight, he’d worked later than usual, not returning home until nearly nine. He realized by the time he’d have showered and driven down the mountain, Kasi would be crawling into bed. The dark circles under her eyes had begun to fade, but Levi wouldn’t rest until they were completely gone. He’d heard the disappointment in her voice when he called to tell her he wasn’t coming to see her. It bothered him so much, he’d been on the verge of telling her he’d changed his mind when she spoke first, saying something like “a night apart won’t kill us.”

Those felt like the most wrong words Kasi had ever spoken.

And she must have come to the same conclusion because thirty minutes after saying goodbye and hanging up, she’d been knocking on his door, laughing when she realized he was putting on his shoes, planning to come see her.

She looked slightly shocked when he’d immediately dragged her to his bedroom, not even giving her a chance to say hello to his brothers, then shown her the soft rope he’d bought at the hardware store with her in mind.

The sweet girl had initially made a token attempt at being demure, pretending to be scandalized by the suggestion, even though her grin gave her away. Then she’d taken off all her clothes and placed herself on her back in the middle of his bed, her hands resting on the pillow beneath her head, palms up in surrender. His own personal, beautiful lamb to the slaughter.

Kasi mumbled something around her gag that sounded like “pulley, pulley.” Given the pleading look on her face, he figured out she was saying, “Please.”

Levi shook his head, then lowered his face until he could issue a sharp nip to her earlobe.

Kasi stopping begging, falling silent.

“Good girl,” he breathed into her ear. “No one hears your orgasms except me. If my brothers heard…” He let his words fall away, noting the menace in his tone. This newfound jealousy was going to take some getting used to.

Levi slid down her body, running his tongue through the valley of her breasts and dipping it into her belly button—prompting a giggle—before hitting the jackpot. Her hips lifted, her legs spread wide as he knelt between them.

She gasped, but the sound was muffled enough that Levi let it pass without comment.

Going down on Kasi had become his favorite pastime, as he loved the unabashed way she responded to his licks, bites, and pinches. For several minutes, he used his mouth and fingers to drive her to the edge. Whenever she got close, he backed off, denying her the orgasm she craved.

Peering over her body, he grinned as she threw her head back in frustration. Without the gag, Kasi would have given him one hell of a dressing down. Her silence told him just how deep she wanted to travel into this fantasy.

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