Page 43 of T is for…

Her arousal must have made her hypersensitive. Her neck was always responsive to touches, but the sweep of Nathan’s tongue felt like she’d been zapped with a live wire. Tara gasped through forcibly parted lips and tried to hunch her shoulder up into her neck to hide the erogenous zone.

Nathan let out another growl-like sound and buried his face against her neck, forcing her shoulder down. The slight stubble on his chin rasped against the base of her neck, the robe she still wore preventing her from feeling his touch on her shoulder. He kissed her below the ear before dragging his lips along the underside of her jaw. A heavy shiver shook her.

“Sensitive here,” he murmured.

“Not normally this sensitive,” she mumbled, not really able to talk, given that he still gripped her face.

Nathan adjusted his hold, now tenderly cupping one cheek before sliding his thumb into her mouth.

“Suck.”

She sucked and licked his thumb, desperate and needy, then stilling and whimpering when he went back to kissing and licking that spot high on her neck. Again and again, she shivered in reaction to the soft touches on sensitive skin.

Coupled with the way he held her down, the weight of his body on hers had Tara lightheaded with need. She felt wild and reckless, but also terribly, deeply submissive.

He pulled his thumb from her mouth, lifting up so he could look down at her. He fiddled with the knot in the belt of her robe for only a moment before giving up and simply yanking each side of the robe open, exposing her bare breasts.

He swiped his wet thumb over each nipple, the touch too quick for her to really enjoy, but the slight chill it left behind made her feel deliciously vulnerable.

“I think I’ll start with a taste.” The words were so soft and low she wasn’t even sure if he was talking to her or himself.

Planting his hand beside her waist, Nathan lowered his head, kissing her sternum before sliding his lips along her breast to her nipple. The teasing back in the library had been torturous, and for a moment, she thought it would continue and she’d feel nothing but his hot breath.

Nathan’s tongue swirled around her in a long, slow lick.

Tara let out a moan that was half relief, half pleasure. Waiting for this had become its own sort of torture. Maybe she could tell him that, make the case that the teasing and waiting together satisfied the tit torture requirement.

Except that the waiting also made her want. Want touched both tender and cruel. She wanted to know what he would do to her breasts. What this smart, kind, dominant man would classify as torture.

He lifted his head, blowing on her now-wet areola. The skin ruched up tight around her hard nipple. A shiver worked its way down her.

“Cold?”

“No, Sir.”

Nathan made pleased noises, then took the tip of her nipple between his teeth, biting gently and tugging. He lifted his head. At first just enough to stretch her nipple, her tightened areola having to relax. Then he kept going, lifting so the weight of her tit was pulling on her nipple. Pain and pleasure nipped at her, and she arched her back to relieve some of the weight. Her eyes had slid closed, but now she opened them, staring at the sight of her distended breast and the contrast between her flesh and his white teeth.

Nathan’s thick lashes partially veiled his gaze as he looked at her, his teeth firmly holding her nipple in a delicate but inescapable bite. He touched the very tip of her nipple with his tongue. The touch was so precise and focused that the resulting jolt almost felt like pain. Except her pussy throbbed with need.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted. “That’s… I…”

Nathan released her nipple, her breast jiggling as the soft mass shifted. Transferring his attention to her other breast, he licked the peak, his soft, wet tongue dragging over sensitive flesh. He blew over the tip of her breast, but she was so warm from arousal that this time, her areola didn’t bunch tight around the tip of her breast.

He made a displeased sound, and when he bit her nipple, it was harder than what he’d done to the other breast. Rather than just a firm holding pinch, this came with a bite of true pain. Pain that had her arching up into him, seeking more.

He lifted his head, stretching her breast. It started to throb just as he applied the pointed tip of his tongue to the flat end of her nipple. Pleasure zinged through her, sharp and unexpected, and for a moment, she thought was going to come from this alone. She held perfectly still, even holding her breath as she focused on the feeling.

Muscles low in her torso clenched, as did her vagina, the pleasure quick but soft.

Nathan must have noticed her stillness because he released her breast, which bounced and jiggled.

“Did you just come?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “It wasn’t an orgasm orgasm but it was really close.”

Nathan’s satisfied smirk would have been irritating on anyone else. “Maybe I should suggest to the overseers that we add tit orgasm to the checklist under T.”

“Maybe you should check to see if the experiment can be replicated.”

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