He quickly cuffed her ankles, then lifted her feet, planting her heels on the table. He nudged them wide, to the very edge, and clipped them to the same rings he’d clipped her wrist cuffs to. In this position her breasts were thrust up, her thighs held wide, her ass positioned at the end of the table. Her cunt, her clit, her breasts were all laid out for his enjoyment. And with her wrists and ankles restrained, he could do whatever he wanted.
He was staring at her as though he wanted to eat her alive. And she was good with that.
He stood between her legs, so close she could feel the heat pumping off his big body. She tugged reflexively at her arms, finding herself once again unable to move. She felt that strange sense of serenity come over her again, the odd calm of knowing she had nothing to do but feel what he wanted her to feel, to take whatever wanted her to take. Her body relaxed into the table beneath her, her knees falling open just a little more, and his eyes flared at her surrender.
A rumbling growl came from deep in his chest as he lifted his hands to the buttons of his shirt. He stripped it off and tossed it to the side, and her head went light when she got her first glimpse of the hard body she’d until now only felt through the barrier of clothes.
His shoulders and arms were thick with sinewy strength, the firm curves of his pectoral muscles dusted with dark hair that arrowed down in a classic V shape before tapering off to a thin trail that disappeared into his leathers. She licked her lips, wanting more than anything to follow that trail with her tongue, to taste the salt and musk of his skin. To take him into her mouth and give him pleasure.
His smile was darkly knowing. “You’ll get your chance, darling. But first, I get mine.”
And he lowered his head between her thighs.
The first stroke of his tongue was like an electric shock, and her entire body jolted. He laughed and did it again, and this time the jolt was accompanied by a full-body shudder. “Sweet,” he purred, then went to work.
He used his entire mouth—teeth, tongue, lips. Licking over her clit, scraping at her labia with his teeth before flattening his tongue and dragging it up one side and down the other, pressing soft kisses along her inner thighs. He returned to her clit again and again, then abandoned it in favor of delving deep into her cunt with his agile tongue.
Then he did it all over again.
Her hips were moving of their own volition, blindly following the mouth that teased and tormented, chasing the pleasure it promised. Her breath came in pants that sounded overly loud in the otherwise quiet room, the cuffs rattling when she yanked at them uselessly. Pressure gathered in her lower belly, deep and visceral as she began the slow climb to orgasm.
He licked her in one long swipe from the entrance of her pussy to the top of her clit, her hips arching helplessly as her body tried to keep contact with its tormentor. Her vision was dimming at the edges as pleasure drew inexorably closer, but when he rose above her, his face was crystal clear.
Hard jaw, glittering eyes, a high flush on his cheekbones. His lips, slick and shiny from her pussy, were twisted in a sensual grimace as he tore at his pants, his normally smooth movements jerky and rough. He fought open the fly of his leathers, and she watched him pull a condom from his pocket and roll it over the thick spear of his freed cock.
He was big, not long but almost comically thick, and she wondered wildly if this was going to work even as her body strained toward him.
“Don’t worry.” He wrapped his hands around her upper thighs and stepped between them. “You’ll take me.”
The pressure was enormous, the pleasure dizzying. Her pussy, soft and wet from her earlier orgasm, gave way easily, eagerly enveloping the first thick inches.
“That’s it,” he muttered, tightening his grip on her thighs. “Open up, darling. Let me in.”
She couldn’t have disobeyed even if she’d wanted to. Her body had taken over, opening for him despite the burn, the stretch. Her clit pulsed with every twinge of discomfort, every pinch of pain, and without conscious thought her hips arched, seeking more.
Then he was all the way in, his coarse pubic hair scraping against her bare flesh, and his harsh groan mingled with her grunt of relief.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he rasped.
You too, she wanted to say, but all she could do was pant.
“Look at me,” he growled, and she realized her eyes had slid shut. She forced them open, her dazed eyes meeting the glittering emerald of his, and he began to move.
He dragged himself back so he barely penetrated, then drove deep again. In. Out. In. Out. Slow and steady at first, then he picked up the pace, his eyes burning into hers as he fucked her with increasing force. Her breasts shook with the impact, drawing his eyes, and he let go of her thighs to reach for them.
She hissed when his hands closed over her breasts, clamping down, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out. His fingers skimmed over her nipples before grasping them between thumb and forefinger and pinching down, pulling at the same time, and the pain blossomed into a fiery heat that arrowed straight to her clit.
He leaned forward, angling his hips so he ground against that swollen nub with every thrust. Need spiraled up, swift and urgent, and her breath caught.
“There we go,” he muttered and picked up the pace.
He was hammering into her, every thrust going deep. She was dimly aware of the slap of skin on skin, of the slick sound of his hard shaft plunging into her wet pussy. His heavy balls slapped against her upturned buttocks as he drove into her, the light sting one more sensation on top of so many.
He bent and caught her nipple in his mouth, giving it a hard suck that had her eyes rolling back. Then his teeth sank in and pain exploded, and she went over the edge.
She screamed, her body bowing back as the hard ball of tension shattered. Her hips jerked, her cunt clamped down on his driving cock, fluttering and pulsing and throbbing in near painful spasms of pleasure.
He fucked her through it, prolonging the agony, the ecstasy until she was all but sobbing. He ground himself against her clit and she went over again, screaming with it while he growled against her breast. He plunged once, twice, then held himself deep and found his own release.