Page 107 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

The rope holds my arms in place wide.

He gets to work on my legs too, and as he ties the last knot, it seals me to him. It’s like I’ve handed myself over to him. At least before, it was just my body. Now, it feels like handing over control has delivered the key to unlock the rest of me.

“Are you okay?” he asks, checking the ropes. “It’s not too tight?” He slips a finger between my wrist and the bind to check.

“No, I’m okay,” I answer, although there’s a slight quiver in my voice.

“Good girl.”

It becomes better, and my panic fades when he shrugs out of his shirt and steps out of his pants and boxers.

I could never tire of watching him take his clothes off and seeing him naked.

Since we’re pretending we’re those people tonight, I allow myself the pleasure of taking in the perfection of him. All lean muscle, sleek and untamed pride.

From head to toe and everything in between, I love roaming over his body and running my gaze from the deep ridge of muscle lining his abs, down to the dark line of his happy trail and on to my favorite part of him. His cock.

He takes hold of it when he sees me looking and runs his fingers along the thick length, then steps closer so he can slide his fingers into my pussy. The warm tickle of his fingers against my clit makes me jump, and I feel the first noticeable thing about being tied up.

I can’t move and put my body the way I want to take his thrusts, whether it’s with his fingers or with his cock. I’m bound, and his.

A deep chuckle rumbles from his hard chest, and he starts finger-fucking me.

“Does this feel good?” he asks, looming closer. His warm breath tickles my nose, and I moan.

“Yes,” I rasp, writhing against the hold of the rope.

He lowers his mouth and starts sucking my right breast.

He’s done that so many times to me, but tonight feels different. It feels unreal and insanely better. So good the pull of an orgasm has me squirming against his fingers. I squirm and cry out, wanting so bad to move my arms and legs. At the same time, it feels like the pleasure is being held in place with the restraints. Because of that, it feels a hundred times better.

God… it feels so good, and the luxuriating sensations flows through me sweet, like something I want to feast on forever.

I come hard when he moves to my left breast and starts feasting on that one.

Time freezes, and all I feel is good. The rush of heat from his lips cascades over me, and I want more. I want it all, everything and all that he wants to do to me. I want him inside me, fucking me against the restraint of the ropes.

When he crouches down and nuzzles his face between my thighs, I know then this is just the beginning of his feast on my body.

He pushes his tongue up and starts stroking over my clit.

“Fuck, Ava,” he says and stares up at my pleasure-filled face. “Bellezza, I love how soaked you are. Always ready for my tongue or my cock, my fingers, any part of me to be inside you.”

He returns to my pussy and takes a long suck on my clit, making me throw my head back and cry out from the overload of pleasure. I sound like a mad woman who’s completely lost herself to passion.

Fuck…I’m coming again.

He takes hold of my ass and presses higher up into my pussy, forcing his tongue higher and higher, and I’m there again in the height of pleasure.

“I’m coming,” I cry, bucking against his face.

He stops and gives me a conspiratory smile. “No, hold it.”

“What?” There’s absolutely no way that I can hold this. I shuffle my feet trying to calm myself, and I start panting.

“Hold it right there until I tell you to let it go.”

I start breathing through my mouth and confuse inhales and exhales.

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