Page 92 of Knight Life In Vegas

“Panties slow things down, and I don’t want slow right now.”

Francisco stripped down and my eyes greedily drank in every bit of him. It wasn’t fair for him to look that beautiful.

“Duchess, you came all the way over here and you want me torush? What if I wanted to pin you down and tease every gorgeous inch of you until you were a desperate, dripping mess just begging me to fuck you?”

My pussy clenched, heat rising through my limbs. “I can want both things at once.” My throat was dry as a desert as I took in the visceral desire in his eyes.

“Let me have some time with you. Indulge both of us. When was the last time you let yourself steep in the sensations instead of getting off and sprinting out the door?”

I squirmed, unable to meet his gaze. He was right. That had definitely been my MO lately. I shivered. “We can play for a while, but I don’t like edging.”

“Not a problem. I’m going to make you come so many times you’re going to lose the power of speech.” He lowered down to kiss me until my toes curled. “How do you feel about being tied up, Duchess?”

“I don’t know.”

He stepped up to his closet and picked out two neckties. “Bought these for meetings when I took over, but they don’t get much use. I’ll let you out of them if you want, but try to relax and enjoy, see how you feel.”

Francisco stepped out into the living room and came back a moment later with a candle and a towel.

“What are those for?”

He held the candle up. “Mood lighting, but also it’s soy wax and I want to see if you like it. The towel is because I intend to make you an absolute mess. If we’re going to play, we might as well go all out. Strip down for me.”

My cheeks were already burning hot, my blush warming down my throat and onto my chest. I pulled off my nightgown and lay back down on the towel. The candle flickered cheerfully on his bedside table and I held my breath as he carefully secured each of my wrists in the tie and used the second one to fasten it to his headboard.

His purr was audible even standing as far away as he was. “Duchess, you look good enough to eat.”

“Maybe you should have a taste? I’d hate for you to go hungry,” I replied in a fit of boldness.

Francisco propped each of my ankles on his shoulders and lowered down, lips caressing my inner thighs until his tongue found my clit. I arched off the bed with a whimper. His palms spread me open, pinning me in place and keeping me bare to his gaze. I tugged against my restraints, finding myself unable to move. The simple knowledge of that ratcheted up everysensation, the press of his skin against mine, the suction of his lips, and the graze of his teeth.

My pussy throbbed, desperate for a knot. Francisco seemed in no hurry. He lapped up my slick, content to tease me until every inch of me was shaking.

“You said no edging.”

“And I haven’t edged you.” He nuzzled my thigh. “Edging would be letting you taste that orgasm and taking it away. Being leisurely about getting you to the peak is not the same thing.”

“But Ineedit.”

“You’ll get it.” He adjusted my legs, folding my knees to my chest so he could hold the backs of them with one arm and return his mouth to its task, adding his fingers one at a time in an agonizingly slow pattern.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Tell me what you want, duchess.” His fingers moved marginally faster, enough that I felt the shift from teasing to purpose.

“I want to come.”

“You can beg better than that, beautiful. I’m not a mind reader. I want to know every filthy thought in that gorgeous head of yours.”

Words tangled on my tongue. “Fuck me, alpha.Please. I need it. Your knot, your cock. Ruin me. Give me everything.” Was I coherent? Maybe not as much as I’d like, but he’d get the idea.

“I’ll give you my cock, omega. Let’s take the edge off first, shall we?”

He curled his fingers, striking my G-spot hard and fast, his thumb brushing my clit until my eyes crossed. Pleasure coiled tight as a spring, Francisco’s gaze relentless on my face, watching every shift in my expression as he finger-fucked me. The tension released in a rush of slick and a cry that left mythroat raw. Sparks danced across my skin, delirium brushing my mind.

Francisco let my legs down and withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean. “What a good omega, coming all over my fingers like that. You taste fucking delicious.”

My purr kicked on at the praise.

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