Page 29 of Waiting for Him
When she peered at him over her shoulder, there was no mistaking the heat in her gaze. Her voice was low and husky when she asked, “How did you do that?”
His eyes narrowed in confusion. “Do what?”
“You turned something I do every day into an erotic gesture. I thought only guys in romance novels did things like that.”
Boomer smirked and leaned forward to lick her ear. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Kitten.”
Encouraged by the shiver that coursed through her, he moved her damp hair to the side, and she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck. He kissed, licked, and nibbled the sensitive skin there as he reached around and tugged the towel free from her body. Bringing one hand to her breast, he plucked and rolled the hard little peak until she squirmed and begged him for more.
“Do you trust me, Kitten?” he whispered in her ear while his hands continued to push her arousal higher and higher.
She was panting as her back arched in pleasure. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, I trust you.”
He growled and kissed her bare shoulder. Scanning the room, Boomer spotted what he needed. He hurried over to the French doors leading to a small balcony and removed one of the tasseled ropes holding the heavy curtains back. It was perfect for what he wanted to do to her.
Returning to her, he chuckled at the doe-eyed expression on her face. “I promise you, baby, you’re going to love this. Put your hands behind your back.” He was pleased when she only hesitated a split second before doing as he requested. He secured her wrists together with practiced ease, then checked to ensure the rope wasn’t too tight. The material used to create the crimson braid was soft and silky, so he didn’t have to worry about it chafing her tender skin.
He caressed her cheek. “Your safeword is ‘red.’ If you get scared or something doesn’t feel right, just say ‘red,’ and I’ll untie you immediately. Okay?” He kept it simple for now, like an on-off switch. As things progressed between them, he would introduce the “yellow” safeword, which she would use to slow things down before continuing.
“Okay.”
“Mmm. That was rule number two. Rule number one was no putting yourself down. Now, rule number three is, when we are playing like this, I want you to call me Sir or Master. Can you do that for me, Kitten?”
“Yes. Yes, Master.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. “Damn, it sounds so nice coming from your mouth. Say it again.”
Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips. “Yes, Master.”
Boomer snarled like a beast that sensed its mate was in heat. He crushed his mouth to hers, holding her in place by grasping her hair. Lips melded, teeth clashed, and tongues dueled as he reveled in her taste. His cock was thick and hard in his jeans, but he wasn’t ready to take her . . . yet. He had some dirty, delicious plans for her first.
Abruptly, he broke them apart. There was another set of lips he wanted to claim. Pulling his wallet from his back pocket, he placed it with his gun on the nightstand. He then spotted the box of condoms they’d grabbed earlier while gassing up at a truck stop. Snagging one, he grinned when he realized she’d opened the box for him—such a naughty girl.
Stripping quickly, he laid across the bed, picked her up, and positioned her until she sat on his face. Her legs were next to his ears, and her core was just inches above his mouth. Her scent drove him crazy, but before he began his feast, he told her, “Rule number four, Kitten, is no coming without permission. Concentrate hard, and you’ll be able to do it. The longer you hold out, the more pleased I’ll be. And the more pleased you make me, the harder you’ll come when I let you.”
Kat whimpered with need, and her pussy wept with it. “Y-yes, Master.”
“You can make some noise if you need to. The guys are on the other side of the house.” He chuckled and rubbed his chin stubble against her inner thigh. “Just don’t scream too loud. Otherwise, they may think we’re in trouble down here.”
“O-okay. Please.”
“Mmmm. I like that word. Please, what, baby? Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll be nice and give it to you.”
Her entire body blushed, and her thighs quivered in anticipation. “Oh, God. Please . . . um . . . please lick me.”
“Lick you where?” he teased.
“T-there. Between my legs.”
“Uh-uh, Kitten. You can do better than that. We need to work on your dirty bedroom talk. Ask me to eat your sweet pussy.” His hands moved from her hips to her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them. “Think about all those naughty books you read. Tell your Master what he wants to hear.”
She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, but he wouldn’t make another move without her verbal request. “Please, Benny . . . I mean, Master. Please eat my . . . my sweet pussy.”
“With pleasure, baby. With pleasure.”
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Benny tugged her down, and she cried out the moment she felt his mouth kiss her pussy lips. Alternating, he suckled on each one, then licked and nibbled them. His tongue lapped at her slit while his nose bumped against her clit. Kat suddenly realized why he’d restrained her hands. She was at his mercy and could only, literally, sit there and take it. He teased, tantalized, and tortured her. His strong hands held her in place as she tried to squirm and grind her mound into his mouth.
