Page 66 of Lilacs and Leather

I open my eyes and find Rhett on his knees in front of me, a serious frown pulling down the corners of his perfect mouth. The color is back in his eyes, and my eddying thoughts calm a little as I sit for a few heartbeats.

“You can touch my head, but don’t… don’t force me,” I sputter, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

“I’m so sorry, Lydia. Is this red for you?” Rhett asks.

I shake my head. “I just need… if you’re going to have your hands in my hair, I need to have control of the pace. I can’t—”

“You don’t need to say anything else. Are we done, or do you still want to continue?” he pushes.

I close my eyes and take one last deep breath. When I feel the last of the ice leave, I set my shoulder and nod. “I’m green, sir. Do you still want me to suck your cock?”

When I open my eyes, Rhett is staring at me with wonder and blistering hot arousal written in every line of his gorgeous face. I smile a little, pleased with how much my words seem to affect him. He blinks, and the tenderness disappears, leaving only desire. His hands flex around my jaw before he reaches down and takes my hands. As I move back to my kneeling position, he straightens, positioning my hands on his hips, palms flat.

“If you need to stop, push hard like you did before. If you just need to breathe, tap on my legs, okay?” Rhett instructs.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, letting my mouth fall open for him.

“Good girl.”

He guides his cock back to my mouth, and I push aside the little nagging voice that notices that he isn’t as hard now as he was before. I set to work, swallowing him down with gusto. It doesn’t take long before he’s hard and twitching in my mouth, hips thrusting forward to meet my pace. His fingers trail along my shoulder, and I nod, grateful for the warning before his fingers thread into my hair, fists pulling with just the right pressure. I moan, and his hips falter, his breathing speeding up.

“You are so fucking perfect. Keep going, just like that,” Rhett babbles, head falling back as his chest heaves.

I smile to myself, humming a little and earning a moan from deep in his throat. He still has one hand wrapped around his base, and I act on the burst of confidence his praise gives me. I snatch his wrist and yank his hand away, taking him deeper before he reacts. He wobbles a little, and I grip the lip of his jeans pockets, holding him steady as I keep up my pace.

“Lydia, I’m—fuck—” Rhett cuts himself off as I let him slip all the way down my throat at last.

I keep my throat muscles relaxed, breathing through my nose as I swallow around his cock, basking in the burn and stretch. I look up as my nose touches the patch of hair at his base, and I feel his knot pulsing with his heartbeat against my lips. Our eyes connect, and I moan long and loud as his hand tightens in my hair. He doesn’t hold me there, but the grip anchors us both in this moment. I swallow again, letting my tongue work the underside of his shaft, his skin soft and warm, the weight of him in my mouth settling my mind.

Rhett’s eyes roll back into his head and his hips twitch, his purr rattling my teeth as it vibrates his whole body. With no warning, I feel his cock pulse, and then I taste his hot cum as it coats the back of my throat. I swallow eagerly, the bitter chocolate taste filling my senses. It goes on and on, but I hold him there, using my grip on his jeans to keep him from moving away until I’m sure I’ve taken every drop. As I come up, I make sure to lick him clean, earning more hissing moans that make my heart dance.

I finally release my grip on him, and Rhett stumbles back a few steps, bracing an arm on the footboard as he bends slightly, trying to catch his breath. His hair hangs down, and I smile to myself, using my thumb to wipe my chin of the little bit of dribble.

“You just about sucked my soul from my body, love. Holy shit,” Rhett says between panting breaths.

I smile brightly, even if he can’t see it. I fight the urge to move to him, eager to do it again if this is how he’s going to react. My own pleasure feels secondary, everything in me focused on pleasing Rhett. I don’t know when it happened, but my head feels quiet, all of my anxiety gone. Rhett looks up at me through his brows, and his nearly feral grin makes my pussy throb.

“Come here, sweet girl. On your knees,” Rhett growls, adding the last part as I move to stand.

I lean forward hesitantly on hands and knees, the soft carpet sinking under my weight. I move until I’m right under where Rhett is bent nearly in half, leaning over me. I look up into his face, trying to keep calm.

“I hadn’t planned on giving you my cum so soon, little one. I was going to fuck you, but now I’ve got some time to kill before I can do that. How shall we pass the time, hmm?” he coos, reaching down and cupping my chin in one of his huge hands.

“However you’d like, sir. I’m yours,” I whisper, not sure where the words come from, but they feel right.

“That’s right, sweet girl. You’re mine,” Rhett says, the last word coming out as a growl before he leans down and kisses me, lips hot and demanding.

It’s a brief meeting of the lips, and I whine for more even as he pulls away. He chuckles, and I let him pull me to my feet by my chin. I keep my eyes on his, the press of his fingers sending little sparks along my skin. He turns me around, a hand between my shoulder blades making me bend at the waist over the footboard. It’s tall enough that I have to stand on tiptoe to bend fully, and the wood digs into my stomach. I try to shift to get more comfortable, but Rhett pulls me back to add a folded throw blanket to cushion me before I can voice the discomfort. I feel a gentle nudge against one of my feet, forcing my legs apart until my dripping sex is fully exposed to him.

“If it wasn’t clear before during our talk, when we play, you will always ask permission to come. Do you understand?” Rhett asks, tone losing the playful edge for a moment.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Now let’s have some fun,” he says, words breaking off as he growls.

I turn my head to look back at him as best as I can in this position, and the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at my ass and thighs makes me gasp. His eyes flick to me, assessing for a moment, but returning to the task at hand. His hands massage the globes of my ass, thumbs brushing close to my outer lips, but never putting pressure where I want. It goes on and on, his hands working down my thighs and back up, and my pussy aches hollowly. When his hand brushes close again, I try to shift my hips to get him to touch where I need. Rhett’s growl is my only warning before I hear the crack of flesh on flesh, and I feel a sharp pain blossom across my skin. I suck in a sharp inhalation, even as his hands work the pain away.

“Keep still, or you’ll get more of that,” he commands, his voice nearly a full octave lower.

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