Page 5 of Sweet Beloved

He groans, nipping my breast. Then, he withdraws, and I watch him go to the locked chest at the end of the bed. It clicks open, and he bends, picking up a long metal rod with two hooks at the end, a pair of leather loops attached to each one.

Heat trickles down to my toes. He circles the bed, but not before grabbing a velvet bag and dropping it beside me.

“Lay on your back with your thighs spread,” he orders, voice low. “Sideways on the bed.”

Obediently, I shift over until I’m in the right spot, him towering over me. He touches the back of my thigh, stroking down to my calf. Rough, familiar skin. He wraps his fist around my ankle and puts it in the cuff.

“Reach down,” he says. “Spread that pretty cunt and fuck yourself with your fingers while I finish cuffing you.”

Heat explodes in my face, rendering me helpless for a second. I should be used to how filthy he is, but sometimes, it catches me off guard. And the way he says these things, face stern, is just too much.

His brow crooks, telling me I need to hurry up and obey. I run my fingers down my stomach to my sex, using them to spread myself open. My pussy is soaked from desire, from having his cock inside. Pleasure shocks me, less from my touch and more from the euphoria of having him watch me with that heady look in his eyes.

He picks up my other ankle. I slide two fingers into my pussy.

“Fuck yourself,” he whispers hoarsely.

I find that spot where he touches me and start stroking it. His eyes flash as he wraps the leather around my ankle and secures it. Slowly, gathering momentum, I fuck my fingers in, almost out, again and again, waiting for him to say he’s satisfied.

Pleasure sparks. I love it when he watches me, head cocked, eyes reflecting the low light.

He bends, bracing himself on the bed, hands on either side of my legs.

“Take your fingers out.”

Breath caught, I obey.

“Put them in my mouth,” he says. “And address me properly.”

“Yes, daddy,” I whisper, lifting my fingers. My eyes roll back when I feel his mouth on my skin, his tongue curling the way it does on my pussy. Then, he’s gone, and I snap my gaze down to find him taking something from the velvet bag.

The light glints on it. He spits into his hand and a button clicks. Then, he’s pushing an oval vibrator deep into my pussy, making my hips rise off the bed. He dips down, putting the spreader bar behind his head, and starts eating me out like I’m his last meal.

My vision flashes, my body writhes.

I guess he’s not going easy on me tonight after all.

CHAPTER THREE

DEACON

It doesn’t take long for her to come. She moans, writhes, and gasps. Then, her spine locks, her body making the prettiest arch up off the bed. Her cunt tightens around my fingers and the vibrator. And she drips—fuck, she’s soaked—all over my knuckles.

I draw my wet hand from her body and bite her thigh. It sinks beneath my teeth, tasting like vanilla and my wife. She gasps, her hand falling to my hair and fisting. Pain sparks.

I release the soft flesh of her thigh. She whimpers. Head empty, I lick over the mark I left and give her another. I bite into the silky skin—not hard enough to break it, just hard enough to make my head buzz. She gasps, hair spread out, as she falls back, body rippling like a wave.

She cries out when my teeth sink into the delicate skin of her inner thigh one more time, tasting the sweetness of her skin along with her pain and pleasure. Her hips writhe, working against air. I slide my hand up over her stomach and pin her down onto the bed. Under my palm, I can feel the vibrator buzz deep inside her.

“No, you take it,” I breathe. “You needy, wet little slut.”

She moans, whimpering.

I slap the curve of her ass. “What do you call me?”

Her lips part. “Yes, daddy.”

I drag my tongue over the bite mark up to her cunt and flick the tip over her clit. Her sex is soaked and smells sweet and familiar. I run my nose over it, from opening to clit. I need her pussy all over my face, in my skin, running down the back of my throat.

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