Page 83 of The Healing Touch

“As you said earlier, it’s been ten days.” She got up and walked over to the mini fridge, collecting a bottle of water and an ice cube.

“What are you going to do with those?” He eyed her suspiciously, and she smiled demurely.

“It’s a surprise.”

Dimitri had no idea what she was up to, and his dick got even harder imagining all the things she could do with the water and the ice cube. He reached for her, only to be brought up short by the bonds that held him. He’d woken up just as she finished tying his second wrist. He’d been curious to see what she was going to do, so he’d pretended to still be asleep.

The moment her nails dug into him, though, there’d been no hiding the reaction it wrought.

“I should warn you.”

“About what?”

“I don’t have a gag reflex.”

Holy fucking hell.

She sat back down, putting the water and the ice cube to the side, and wrapped her fingers around him. The simple touch arched his back, and he cried out. Sweet God, but he needed to touch her, to taste her…he yanked at the bed rail, but the knots were too tight. He’d have to beat the bastard who taught her to tie a knot.

When her tongue slid up his length, he wasn’t expecting it, and he hissed. He watched as she got low, for better access, her ass in the air. His fingers ached to dig into those beautiful cheeks.

Her lips closed around his head. She took him in his mouth and gently sucked, her tongue swirling over the tip. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He’d had more blow jobs than he could count, but the difference was he loved Becca, needed her on a cellular level.

Her hand squeezed his shaft hard, all the while keeping up her gentle sucking. The combination was enough to make his hips buck. Fuck, where the hell did she learn to do this?

“Becca, if you keep that up, I swear to you…”

She let him fall from her lips but kept up the harsh pressure of her hand. “Hush.”

He watched in both horror and awe as she popped the ice cube in her mouth, rolling it around before taking it out, all wet and slick. She smiled wickedly and lowered the ice cube until it touched the tip of his cock. His breath froze when the coldness hit, chased by a pleasure that rocked him. He tried to widen his legs to ease some of the tension, but they were caught, trapped in his pants. Shit.

“Becca…” His words were cut off by a deep groan when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and nipped at it, the sting of her teeth soothed by her tongue. “Fuck me.”

“I’m trying.”

“Try away, sweetheart.”

Her lips closed over him again, this time pulling him deeper into her mouth, one hand stroking his cock, the other gripping his thigh to help steady her. The pleasure burst over him, and he struggled against his bonds, but to no avail. He had to lie there and let her wicked little mouth destroy him.

Becca took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, relishing the moans each pass pulled from him. It was a little awkward, but she managed. When she got the hang of it, she was able to concentrate on pulling him in as far as she could until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around him. His entire body spasmed and he bucked, almost knocking her off his legs, but she held on. She came up for air long enough to see the intense look of something akin to pain on his face. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t lust. It was desire.

He was cursing in Russian, and she grinned. It was good to know she could bring the same reaction from him that he’d managed to do to her. It gave her a confidence she’d never had before. When she started this, she’d been hesitant. She’d never given anyone a blow job, so she’d spent a couple hours watching it done via the web. The things some of those women could do.

Shaking her head, she lazily licked the tip of his cock, the precum salty. He let out a strangled hiss when she suddenly pulled him all the way into her mouth and held him there, her throat convulsing. Then she slowly pulled her head up, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of his cock and scraping them along the length until she hit the tip again. She reached for the water she’d brought and used one hand to twist the top off. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving. Perfect.

She poured the cold water on his stomach, trailing a stream of water all the way down, pulling her head up and letting the water pour over his cock. His body stiffened, and he shouted something unintelligible. She ignored his demands to untie him and lapped at the water on his abdomen. She licked her way down his stomach, around the soft skin at the top of his cock, right where the very trimmed hair began.

She glided the ice cube up and down the back side of his cock while she kissed every inch of skin she could reach. His cock quivered and pulsed. His breathing went even more ragged, and he cussed louder than she’d ever heard him do in a mixture of English and Russian.

“Becca, untie me. Now.”

The steel in his voice made her look up. Those blue eyes of his brooked no argument, but she wasn’t in the mood to comply. “No.”

“Becca, I am not asking. You will untie me.”

“I don’t want to.” She caressed his balls. “I’m enjoying myself.”

“Babe, I do not want to spill my cum anywhere but in that tight little pussy of yours. Now, fucking untie me so I can fuck you.”

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