Page 84 of Connected

The pain from the silver hugging her neck is now merely a dull distant ache; no more painful than when he would smack his hand on her ass. The pleasured thrill now comes not from the short, sharp slap of his hand but from a longer-lasting and deeper, but far more pleasurable, hurt.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she murmurs as he smatters kisses along the inside of her thighs. Leaning back, fisting her hands in his hair, she groans louder. He kneels on the floor with his head between her legs—his mouth sucking and tongue thrusting at the wet of her pussy, giving a much-wanted pleasure.

Kat’s desperate to keep her eyes open as she enjoys watching the curve of his bare ass reflected in the mirror on the wall opposite. And as he pleasures her, she takes shorter and deeper breaths—filling her lungs with his scent.

“Darius, fuck me,” she demands.

He grins as he looks over his shoulder, seeing the reflection of the two of them perfectly positioned. Stroking his hand up her thigh, his other hand reaches to her breast. Pulling and twisting her nipple so hard that it forces her hips to buck upward and offer him more of her warm temptation. He takes a deep breath and gripping both hands on her hips, he pulls her body down onto the bed, and ferociously his tongue laps at her pussy.

Her wolf scent is strong, and the pleasant musky-vanilla is overwhelming. “Oh god, you smell so good,” he mumbles as his tongue swirls again and again on her clit—his fingers probing at her insides—finding her G-spot.

She curls her toes and cries out. “Oh yes… Yes, right there,” she pants, “yeah, that is so good.” Her voice is now just a husky and breathless murmur.

She concentrates—her hands touching her breasts, massaging them firmly. She lifts her head, watching him—until she can’t.

Closing her eyes, she is forced to give in to her feelings of pleasure. Crying out as a tsunami of orgasm explodes in every cell of her body—over and over. Her panting begs him to stop.

He smiles. His eyes glance a look, and he can see she is completely wrecked. Abandoning her body to her desires, her hips buck mercilessly. He offers her no respite, continuing to circle her clit with his tongue.

Catching a breath, fulfilled, she relaxes and smiles as she beckons his lips to hers. They kiss with passion and wild abandon. Freed from the censor of her wolf, she’s never experienced such feelings for him before. With Luna silenced, she is free to be with him however she chooses.

Another beaming smile fills her face while staring at him next to her—he positions himself between the pillows—sitting at the top of the bed. He leans back against the headboard and spreads his arms wide on either side of him.

She takes a breath in awe of his size. Then, sitting up, she kneels between his legs. Her hand strokes the length of his cock; gently squeezing and teasing him and a wicked thought crosses her mind. Darting a glance at the restraints above his head, she smiles, and staring him in the eyes she can see his purple gaze question her thoughts.

Playfully, she grips her hands around his wrists and tentatively teases her plan to him. Then, without a word, she quickly maneuvers his arm into one of the leather cuffs—snapping it shut tight around his wrist. She waits a moment for his reaction before she repeats with the other hand.

Sitting back on her heels, she takes a breath. Her fingers stroke gently on his skin as she admires his tattoo-covered muscles, his nipples peaked with want.

He looks magnificent, with his strong sexy body restrained against the dramatic backdrop of the deep plush velvet headboard.

His cock is hard—she desperately wants it inside her body. Licking a line over his tight-toned abs, she teases then takes him by surprise and bites tormentingly on his nipple. It makes him flinch. She grins wickedly and then does it again on the other side.

“Have you ever let anyone do this to you before?” she teases.

“No. I told you… I never lose control.”

“So why did you let me do it?”

“Same reason you let me put that on you—Trust.”

“You trust me? The same way I trusted you.”

“There you go then. You have your answer.”

He looks behind her—over her shoulder—into the sparkling clean glass of the walled mirror and he admires her work; she has him naked, arms spread—unable to move and in her control—and he likes it.

It turns him on, and he leans back with a deep and ferocious groan as Kat’s blonde curls tickle a teasing trail over his hips. With his cock in her mouth, she dips her head back-and-forward along its length, her hand groping softly at his balls—her saliva dribbles from her mouth. She edges him closer and closer to orgasm and he strains and pulls at the shackles holding him. “Kat… you are so fuckin’ beautiful,” he growls, writhing against the restraints.

He has never been held back from what he desired before, and this new experience now frustrates him. Hissing angrily, he bucks his hips, thrusting himself deeper into her throat.

“Kat… you need to let me go. I want to fuck you,” he demands.

“You want me?” She grins, sitting up, tipping her head to the side as she looks at him. Stroking her hands on her breasts, she teases him—massaging and touching her nipples until they peak into hard beads, which she brushes gently against his lips. All he can do is flicker his tongue to touch them; again, he is frustrated as she snatches away. Touching them herself, she grins. “You want these?”

“Let me go and I’ll show you what I want. Kat… I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he snarls.

“I don’t think so,” she smiles, “not yet. I’m going to tease you until you cum.”

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