Page 29 of Relentless Pursuit

He came up from behind her, moving his hand along her spine and unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. “We’ll have to work on your modesty.” He cupped her breasts in his hands as he kissed and nibbled at the side of her neck. “I plan to have you naked quite often. There’s no room for shame. I want you to be proud. I want you on display for me. You’re a stunning woman.”

“Thank you.” She rested her head on his shoulder as he skimmed his thumbs over her nipples.

“How long has it been?”

“Two years,” she said. “I gave up on sex.”

“After today, you’ll feel differently.”

“You’re awfully confident.”

“Isn’t that why you came looking for me?” Keeping one breast in his hand, working her nipple with his thumb, he glided his other hand down her stomach and to the button of her jeans. “You wanted to learn the secret to amazing sex. Consider me your professor.”

“Professor?” She sucked in her stomach when he lowered the zipper on her pants.

“Role play can be extremely stimulating.” He moved his hand inside her panties, splaying it over her mound. “We’ll have to try it.” He wedged his knee between her thighs and nudged her legs apart. “I like how receptive you are.” He slid two fingers inside her heat. “How wet you are for me. Have you been thinking about last night?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. “Will you make love to me now?”

He halted his actions, removing his hand from her pants. Spinning her around to face him, he slowly shook his head, being careful to find the right words. Everything in her application had indicated she wasn’t in this for love. He needed to dispel any misunderstandings and fast. “Trust me, you don’t want me to make love to you. That’s not what you’re searching for.”

He dropped to his knees, lowering her jeans to her ankles. He held out his hand and supported her as she stepped out of them. Ghosting his fingers over the back of her calves, he skimmed her legs tenderly before gripping her backside and dragging her sex to his face. She shivered when he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.

“Place your hands behind your head,” he ordered. “I don’t want you to touch me.”

She did as he told her, resting her palms on the back of her head.

“Spread your legs apart for me.”

She shifted her feet so they were in line with her shoulders, standing before him naked and vulnerable. Just the way he liked.

“Perfect. You’re doing just fine.” Kissing above the elastic of her panties, he made his way to the bottom of her stomach, just below her bellybutton. “If you keep following my orders, you’ll like where I take you.” Sliding his fingers inside her panties, he skimmed her opening, being careful not to overstimulate her too fast. Her muscles were tense, he sensed it in her stance. “Relax for me.” He trailed his tongue down the damp satin that covered her from him. He wasn’t ready to remove her panties. He didn’t trust himself. Not yet.

“Ahh...” She swept her fingers through his hair when he licked her.

“Hands,” he reminded her in a firm voice. “Put them where I told you to.”

She quickly obeyed his command. It would be difficult for her not to use her hands. Touch was a natural reaction during intimacy, but restriction was a tool for her to learn to submit. She would fail today, and that was expected.

As he licked over her panties, he pushed his fingers inside her, moving them in and out, brushing her clit with his thumb. Looking up at her, he took in her erratic breathing. Her mouth slightly parted and her eyes closed. She rocked her hips, silently daring him to go deeper. He allowed her a few moments of control, but when she lost herself in the pleasure, she’d forgotten his order again.

“Kayla,” he reprimanded when she gripped the back of his head with her hand. “Clearly, I can’t trust you to keep your hands to yourself. I’m going to have to do something about that.” He stood and faced her. “What a pity. I was so enjoying your pussy.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll stop. I’ll listen.”

“Oh, I can guarantee that.” He pointed to the bed. “Go stand over there with your back to me. You can’t be rewarded if you don’t listen.”

She made her way across the room, turning to face the bed.

“I’m going to restrain you.”

He opened the door to his walk-in closet where he stored a large chest of drawers. He’d purchased the ornate piece of furniture a few years ago at an antique shop in Connecticut. It stood over five feet tall, the cherry wood elaborately carved with great detail, and each drawer neatly and accurately stocked with everything he needed for hours of pleasure. He pulled open the second drawer, tracing his fingers along the handcuffs and shackles.Slow.He bypassed the heavier restraints and chose two black, silk scarves and a blindfold. He was interested to see how far she’d let him go today.

Once he was satisfied with his selections, he brought them out, stopping to admire his submissive beauty. Her posture was perfectly straight..The room was darker than he would have liked for an afternoon session, but if dimming the bedroom was what she needed to be comfortable, then it was his duty to honor that request. Her needs first. Always.

“I can’t wait to feel your skin beneath mine when I take you.” He kept one scarf in his hand, setting the other on the bed along with the blindfold. He’d brought out the second tie for her ankles, but he wasn’t certain he’d be binding them tonight. “You’re so soft.” He whisked the silk material along her neck and down her spine, delighting in the way she shivered under his command. “I’m going to tie you to the bed post.” He kissed her shoulder. “Turn around.”

She did as he told her, but he recognized the uncertainty in her eyes as they shifted from him to the ties. Her nerves were more prominent than he would have liked.

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