Page 11 of Possession

That same wariness I’d seen earlier entered her gaze, and she scooted backward, her legs falling open. “Blake?—”

“I took your orders. Now you’ll take mine.” My voice was a harsh rasp. “That was the deal.”

“Only a fool would make deals with you,” she muttered, rolling over.

I slipped the pillow under her belly, which pushed her gorgeous ass upward. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t take the time to admire the sight. I had tasks to accomplish. “Don’t move.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

This time, I didn’t smile at her insouciance. I was too on edge once again. And payback was going to be a bitch.

I went into the bathroom to retrieve my discarded tie and came back in to find Grace wiggling as she tried to get comfortable with the pillow beneath her. I didn’t want her comfortable. I wanted her coming so hard that nothing registered in her thoughts but me.

Just me, the man who owned her pleasure.

Saying nothing, I strode to the headboard and looped the tie around one of the spindles. Then I tugged on her hands, ignoring her gasp as I loosely wrapped the tie around her wrists and pulled, stretching her closer to the head of the bed, lengthening her sexy body before me, putting her on display as I had been.

“This wasn’t part of the bargain.”

“Call mesiragain.” It wasn’t a request, and she didn’t treat it as such.

Her lashes swept down then lifted, her blue-green eyes as clear as the harbor on a summer day. “Sir.”

“Are you uncomfortable in any way?”

“Yes.” She wetted her lips and rolled her hips. “I need...”

“Tell me.”

“I need to come.”

Relief surged through me at her admission. She didn’t want free from her bonds, at least not enough to ask for it.

I didn’t waste any more time. I moved behind her and pried apart her legs, pressing my face to the swollen, fragrant cleft between them. She smelled of the ocean and soap and want, the scent so heady I didn’t do anything but inhale. And when I exhaled, I made sure to bend close enough that my breath wafted over her damp flesh. She shifted her hips restlessly and twisted her wrists, already chafing at her restricted movement.

Then I took a long, slow lick, and she went utterly still.

Her taste exploded in my mouth. Tangy and sweet, and somehow secret. Immediately, I went back for more, scooping my tongue through her abundant wetness for the sole purpose of making more. She shivered and dug her knees into the mattress, raising her hips so I could take more. I circled my finger over her clit, and she bucked, pushing her pussy at my face.

Pulling out the words I couldn’t hold back another second.

“Is this what you did to yourself? Touch yourself like this? Slow. So, slow.” I fought every impulse that demanded I rush. “Maybe use your thumb on your clit and slide a finger in here...” I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger, darting in and out until she jerked at the tie around her wrist in her haste to press her advantage. I kept my pace easy even as her flesh grew more slippery and so swollen. “But you couldn’t do this.” I slicked my tongue around the finger I slipped in and out, reveling in her fractured moans. She was so close. As much as I wanted to swallow her release, I craved to feel it around my cock. Spilling out around me, making a mess of us both.

“Please, Sir. Please.”

Against her cleft, I smiled. That was enough to make my cock jerk between my body and the bed, my previous orgasm all but forgotten. I yearned for her pussy almost as much as I needed her to come.

She rubbed against the pillow in frustration as I shifted back, keeping that single finger just barely inside her. I turned it, sliding in and out in shallow strokes that made her pant and arch her back.

“I know that’s not enough, is it, baby? Not enough to get you off.”

“No. God, no. Harder, deeper. More.”

“So greedy.” I nipped at the swell of her ass, and she startled with a whimper. “Sorry, Grace, but I had to work for it. So do you.” I pressed a fraction deeper, flexing my palm against her soaked pussy, and she let out a gasp. “My finger’s right here. So’s the pillow. Take what you want.”

She arrowed her hips down at the pillow, grinding hard. Her jerky movements sucked my finger deeper, and she released a grateful sigh. Without shame, she circled and rocked, working for the climax that was tightening her walls around my finger. So close. She was already rippling inside. So wet on my finger that I relented and gave her another, sliding them deep as she tugged on the tie and bowed her back. One pass over her G-spot and she broke apart with a cry, her ass shaking from the force of her spasms. I curled my fingers, extending the moment until I could take no more.

I rose and retrieved a condom from the nightstand, then snapped it on and knelt between her splayed legs. She was still trembling, clearly spent.

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