Page 9 of Rediscovering Rubi

She spread wider, needing to be open to him. Nothing else mattered just then. And he still held her hands at her sides, immobilizing her, so what else could she do but give in?

Yes, being bound, held down, was freeing. She’d forgotten about that part.

He leaned closer and kissed the tip of her swollen clit, and she cried out.

“Ahhh!”

“Yeah, baby. I know you need it. God, I can smell your desire. And it’s fucking intoxicating. I am gonna taste you, baby. I am gonna lick your sweet pussy until you come so hard. I am gonna suck on your pretty little clit until you explode for me.”

His words were like an aphrodisiac, sending shards of desire deep into her body. She’d forgotten how good he was at dirty talk, how much she loved it. And when he let her hands go long enough to move them, then gathered them in one big fist on her belly, she knew what he intended to do, and she wanted it so bad, she couldn’t help but squirm.

“Hold still, love. Still yourself for your Sir.”

She immediately stopped, and even though this was hardly kink play, her mind started down that soft, misty path that led to subspace. It was his command, his confidence. Her need for him to take charge.

He gripped her wrists more tightly, then lowered his head to stroke her folds with his tongue.

“Mmm…”

He licked up, then back down, pressing the tip of his tongue along the seam of her pussy lips, then burrowing between them. He used his free hand to stroke the sides of her folds, and she thought she’d die if he didn’t touch her clit, if he didn’t fuck her.

She arched her hips, and he stopped.

“Hold still, Rubi. You will do as I say, my girl.”

His voice was rough—with authority, with desire. And she arched up again, simply to hear him speak to her that way.

“Still, girl.Now.”

Oh, yes, that tone. It shivered through her like a physical touch.

She waited for several long moments, then he blew his warm breath onto her pulsing clit, making her tremble all over.

“Mmm, yes, please,” she begged.

He used his fingers to spread her pussy lips, then he pressed one fingertip against her wet, aching hole.

“Spread,” he ordered, and she complied, needing to do as he asked, needing to please him. To be completely in his hands.

“Good girls get their pussy licked until they come so hard they scream,” he said quietly.

She shivered, waiting, waiting. Then he pressed two fingers inside her as his mouth came down and sucked her hard clit.

“Oh! Yes!”

Sensation was sharp, hot, driving deep into her as he fucked her slowly, his fingers sliding in and out. He angled them to hit her g-spot, and as he rubbed at it and sucked on her clit, pleasure overtook her. Her mind went blank, until she was nothing more than pure sensation. She started to shake even before she started to come, poised at that keen edge. But the moment he started to finger fuck her hard and deep, she fell over the precipice, shattered, her body shaking as she cried out.

“God, yes! Logan… Sir… oh my god…”

He took his mouth off her only long enough to demand, “Again, Rubi.”

She wasn’t sure she could come again—wasn’t sure she was even done coming. But he fucked her so hard, his curved fingers rubbing her g-spot while he licked her too-sensitive clit.

Need built so fast, it shocked her. But in moments it spiraled, and her hips were bucking of their own accord as her core clenched around his fingers while rising to meet his hot, seeking mouth. She bucked harder as she came into his mouth, around his fingers deep inside her.

“Ah, god! Logannn!”

She was shaking so hard, she could barely keep her thighs spread, and she wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as she rode out the last of her orgasm. Then she was crying and laughing all at the same time, still shivering with the aftershocks.

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