Page 18 of Playing By His Rules

He brushed his fingers across one pebbled tip, making her shiver, then lightly pinched and pulled one of the pink nubs until he knew it would elicit a stinging sensation. She gasped in shock initially, then brazenly arched her back and pushed her breasts toward him for more of the same treatment, despite the pain it delivered—clearly enjoying a bit of sweet torment. She squirmed and moaned when he tweaked her other nipple, and when she closed her eyes, he gripped her jaw in his fingers and tipped her head back.

“Look at me,” he ordered, watching as her lashes fluttered back open with effort, her pupils dilated and her eyes glazed over with undiluted lust as they connected with his—and they’d barely gotten started. “Does knowing I’m going to make you suck my dick turn you on, Madison?”

She nodded jerkily and wet her lips with her tongue. “Yes.”

Satisfaction rushed though him at her honesty, pooling like hot molasses in his groin. “And if I pushed my fingers between your legs right now, would you be wet for me?”

“So wet,” she whispered, her eyes feverish as she let herself be sexually vulnerable with him. “And so sensitive. I ache for your touch . . . there.”

He could hear the desperate need in her voice, could see it etched across her face. He almost demanded she use more explicit words to express her desires, but there was something else he wanted more. “Tell you what. Be a good girl, suck me off, and I’ll let you come, too.”

She nodded enthusiastically and he reclined back in the chair. Since Madison couldn’t use her hands or arms, he tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth to his stiff shaft. As soon as her soft, pink lips touched the crown, they automatically parted, welcoming him into all that devastating silky heat. She closed her eyes as he pushed deep, until the head grazed the back of her throat and her lips tightened around the base of his cock.

Fuck.She intuitively swallowed, squeezing the tip, and pleasure blasted through him, making his thighs shake. When he gripped her hair and dragged her mouth back up his length, she drew on him hungrily, her greedy moan vibrating along the underside of his shaft. He gave her a handful of seconds to catch her breath, or safe word out—which didn’t happen—before he worked himself back in, a little rougher this time, a little harder, thrusting his hips until he couldn’t go any further and she choked and struggled to keep him lodged in her throat.

“Look up at me, Madison,” he demanded, easing up just a fraction so he didn’t cut off her airway and she could inhale through her nose. “Show me with your eyes how much you enjoy sucking my cock.”

She obeyed like he knew she would. Her lashes fluttered open, her gaze lifting to his even though he was buried to the hilt in her mouth. Gratification darkened those pretty orbs in a filtered haze of passion, along with the desire to satisfy him any way he wanted. Her natural submissive tendencies fueled his lust, made his control slip a few notches and a blistering heat course through his veins as her sinful mouth slid up and down his cock in a rhythm that made him wild with the need to come.

She squirmed in front of him, her hips rolling and thighs rubbing as he imagined her trying to chase her own orgasm. He pushed a foot between her knees, and she whimpered in frustration as he separated her legs a few inches, so that she no longer had the ability to try and create her own friction.

“Your orgasm is mine when you’veearnedit,” he reminded her, and knew he wasn’t going to last long when she redoubled her efforts to make him come so that he could finally rewardher.

She sucked and swallowed, her lips creating a tight seal around his slick flesh as her head bobbed up and down his dick—the only weapon she had since she didn’t have use of her hands. But it was more than enough to unravel him, piece by piece. His breathing grew harsh, his stomach muscles seized, and he groaned as an overwhelming wave of pleasure shattered the last of his restraint. With a final deep thrust, he held her head to his lap, his cock pulsing against her tongue as he came down the back of her throat.

To his shock, she managed to take him all, and when he finally released her and she sat back on her heels with a gasp for air, she looked incredibly pleased with herself, as well as completely debauched, and he wasn’t even done with her yet. Her cheeks were flushed pink from her sensual efforts, her lips damp and swollen from being abused by his cock, and her breasts, still bared by her dress, were tight and full, the nipples rock hard.

Oh, yeah, he was definitely going to reward her for such good behavior.

He moved forward on his chair and gently wrapped his fingers around her restrained arms. “Lay back on the rug,” he told her, and loved how willingly she followed his direction as he helped to guide her down into the prone position he wanted.

He left her arms secured and made sure her bound wrists were adjusted comfortably at the base of her spine—even though it made her back arch to accommodate having her hands behind her back. She looked up at him curiously, but trustingly, as he grabbed an ankle and braced it against one of the side legs of the chair where he was still seated, then did the same to the other, effectively forcing her to keep her legs open wide since he didn’t have a spreader bar handy.

“Keep your feet exactly where they are, or else I will tie them to the leg of the chair to keep them there, do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.” No uncertainties, just a glimmer of excitement shimmering in her eyes.

Her knees were slightly upraised and almost touching, concealing that treasure between her thighs in an adorable show of modesty, when he intended to shred every one of her inhibitions tonight. He shoved the hem of her dress up to her hips, then pushed her legs far apart to make room for him to kneel in between. But before he settled there, he took a few extra seconds to appreciate the soft looking folds of her sex, the glisten of arousal drenching her pussy, and the swollen nub of her clitoris. Her eyes gave him permission to touch, but he wasn’t ready to do so. Yet. Building the anticipation was the best part of foreplay, and he liked making her wait and wonder while her beautiful body was essentially on display for him.

In time, she’d learn that he’d reward her patience with pleasure.

He stood up, leaving her for a quick moment to take off his pants and briefs as she watched him strip, then retrieved the condom he’d placed in the pocket before he’d gone to The Penthouse earlier—just to be prepared in case he needed it. He thought it a moot point when he’d bought Madison’s company for the night . . . but who knew he’d end up with such a guileless, adventurous woman who wanted to experience the more erotic side to sex?

Kneeling in the open space between her spread legs, he slid his hands up both of her supple thighs, pressing them even further apart and feeling them tremble beneath his palms as he gently massaged her muscles. Her breasts rose and fell as he drew closer to where he knew she ached the most, but he merely teased her with a subtle brush of his thumbs along the crease of her legs.

A moan of frustration escaped her throat.

He smiled to himself as he skimmed his fingers along her thighs in a soft, arousing caress, feeling her relax, just as he’d intended. “Your safe word is red,” he reminded her.

“Mmm,” she hummed, her eyes closing in pleasure as he continued his feathery strokes. I’m not going to—"

He lightly slapped her wet pussy with his fingers, cutting off her words and causing her entire body to jolt from the unexpected stinging sensation. Her eyes flew open, and she stared at him in shock.

He smirked at her. “Don’t argue with me. Just remember that it’s there if you need it.”

Instead of protesting, she gave him a shaky nod.

He rubbed his palm over where he’d just swatted, soothing away the ache and eventually replacing it with the promise of orgasmic bliss before he smacked her a second time, yanking her back from the edge of climax just before it crested as he introduced her to the fine art of edging. An impatient sob escaped her throat as he did it again, and again—rubbing, caressing, soothing, and just when she’d reached that cusp,spanking—each time elevating her to a higher, more intense level of need.

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