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Chapter 13

Nathan slowly withdrew his finger from her hot, wet core and the sloppy sound made his cock twitch. Tara panted, her body clenching around him as if to keep him in place, her eyes wide and unfocused. He was pretty sure his girl had just come, thanks to nothing but a rather rough penetration.

His cock twitched as he imagined her coming on his cock rather than his fingers.

Nathan pressed the back of his hand against her tits, testing the temperature. Her skin was now cool to the touch except for the spots he’d hit with the flogger where the skin was warmer. Time to get her tits out of bondage.

Time to get her completely naked, lay her out on the bed, and feast.

Hooking his foot around one leg of the stool, he yanked it over and positioned it behind her, then undid the quick-release knot in the rope restraining her arms. Holding her hands in his, he guided her hands down even as he nudged her with his hip. She sat, and he brought her hands down to her thighs, giving her shoulders a few quick squeezes to ease any stiffness.

Starting with her right breast, he worked his fingers under the tape. She made distressed little noises, so he leaned in and kissed her forehead. Once he’d created space, he took the safety cutter out of his back pocket and inserted the blunt tip between the tape and her skin. With a few soft yanks, the embedded blade cut through the electrical tape, and he gently peeled the layered tape off her in one chunk.

After freeing the left breast the same way, he massaged her. Palms covering her nipples, he kneaded her tits to ease any discomfort from returned blood flow. And he got to enjoy the way her skin plumped up between his fingers as he squeezed.

Through it all, Tara watched him from beneath her lashes, her wet lips parted in a way that made it impossible not to think about sliding his cock into her mouth.

He finished his ministrations with a quick stroke to each nipple—which caused Tara to jerk—then pulled her to her feet and made quick work of stripping off the now-ruined lingerie. Maybe he could pay to have the latex part replaced.

Maybe he should have warned her that he’d been known to tear latex rather than bother with the slow, careful removal process.

Fully naked except for the cuffs around her wrists, Tara watched him with heavy-lidded but bright eyes.

Nathan hooked his arm around her, pulling her naked body against his. She made a soft, needy sound as he held her tight against his leathers. A second later, her head came to rest on his shoulder and he swallowed against a sudden knot in his throat.

Then she shifted just a little, her soft lower belly pressed against his dick, and his mood shifted from unexpectedly emotional, to roaring arousal.

Not that he hadn’t been semi-hard for what felt like hours.

The truth was that Nathan didn’t find impact play arousing. Except for spanking, which he loved because usually it meant he got to have a woman face down over his lap. The view was always good, but what really got him was the weight of a soft body on his legs. Feeling her twitch and squirm as he reddened her ass with his palm. Impact-play implements almost always required stepping back—putting space between his body and his submissive’s, with unfeeling wood or leather touching her rather than his hand.

What he’d just done with…too… Tara wasn’t in and of itself arousing for him. What he enjoyed was using the pain as a tool make her feel both helpless and treasured. He liked seeing women relax into the power exchange. To drop their walls as they ceded their control. While there was something compelling about bound tits, he actually preferred them loose, so he could cup and knead them. Bury his face between them and feel the softness mold to his cheeks and chin.

With Tara, he more than liked it. Watching her go from still and stiff, with measured breathing and a watchful gaze, to loose and soft, her body rocking and swaying, her breath uneven, almost every exhale a needy sound…

He loved it.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He wished he could pick her up, but his back liked to spasm at the least opportune times and the last thing he wanted to do was drop her.

With one arm around her waist, Nathan nudged her the few steps to the bed. He urged her onto it with a quick pat to her backside.

With an eagerness that made his lips twitch, Tara scrambled up onto the bed. He’d intended for her to sit on the edge, but she crawled right to the middle, spread her knees, and dropped down onto her elbows.

Her reddened ass and smooth thighs framed the glossy, plump lips of her pussy, now so beautifully on display. His girl was begging to be fucked.

Nathan swallowed hard and reached down to loosen the laces on his leathers before he accidentally strangled his dick inside the tight pants.

“Do you think I’m going to fuck you now, baby?”

“I need you, Nathan,” she said simply.

Shit. This woman was so perfect.

With his dick still tucked in his now-looser pants, Nathan climbed up and knelt between her calves. He gripped her hips, thumbs stretching across her ass. He kneaded her soft flesh, spreading her ass cheeks each time his hands contracted, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart until he had a lovely view of her puckered anus.

Tara rocked forward and back, forward and back while making needy little noises. It would be so easy to take out his dick and slip it into her pussy. He wouldn’t even have to do anything. He could let her work herself on his shaft until they both came.

But he had other plans.

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