Page 15 of Tempted

The idea of letting him tie me down was thrilling and sexy, but my brain wasn’t sure losing that control would work for me. But, with my safe words, I was only giving away control until I wanted to have it back.

“Yes.” The word came out with more conviction than I felt.

Hugh grabbed my right hand, kissing the inside of my wrist as he tied one end of a tie to it. Grabbing my left hand, he did the same. He slipped his fingers between the silk and my skin.

“Are these too tight?” he asked, tugging a bit.

“No,” I whispered, licking my lips.

Hugh groaned before his mouth collided with mine, his hands framing my face as his tongue dived deep, sucking and pulling against my tongue. I tugged at his beard, running my fingers along his skin.

He pushed me flat against the desk beneath us. His weight against me felt divine. I tilted my hips. He moaned into my mouth. I did it again, this time, I reached down to grab an ass cheek to pull him tighter to me.

Exhaling, he grabbed my hand and put it above my head, pulling the other up to join it. I leaned forward, biting his lips. Hugh cursed, pulling away and quickly pulling and looping at the ties before leaning back.

“Good, now I can take my time. And, you can’t cause any more trouble,” he said, his hands moving down my chest.

He slowly traced the fabric of my bra, smiling as I shuddered.

Hugh found and lifted his whiskey, dripping across my neck before leaning down and sipping it from my skin, biting before sucking and licking at the sting.

I was drowning in desire.

More liquid hit my skin as Hugh’s weight shifted. His tongue traced down my stomach, taking time to swirl across my skin, teeth nipping as his lips sucked.

I tightened my thighs, need making my pussy heavy. Hugh laughed against my skin.

“Someone’s eager,” he mocked.

He moved back to his place on the floor, his hands running down my thighs. I glanced down, seeing Hugh staring up at me, his gaze mischievous.

He was enjoying this torture. So was I. Every nerve in my body was awake and turned the fuck on. As much as I loved this, I wanted him – no, I needed him to touch me and take me higher. My head fell back, and a long sigh escaped me as he licked my thigh, moving closer to where I craved him most.

A finger entered my pussy. I cried out in pleasure and relief. I bucked against it, but he held me to the desk. His tongue slowly moved down, replacing his finger and spearing into me, twirling around and around, lapping at my juices.

“Yes, please. More.” I called out, exhaling, fingers twisting against the ties.

Hugh’s hands came up and held me tight under his ravaging and talented tongue.

Each thrust showed that he was taking his time, savoring me as he teased my clit.

My cries started to echo around the office as I bucked against him, unable to keep still. His grip tightened as he continued assaulting my pussy.

The orgasm crested and stole my breath. I was overcome. He continued to suck my clit with the same slow, methodical pressure.

When he added another finger, going slower, I felt like I was floating.

“Hugh.” He looked at me, his beard glistening.

“Untie me and fuck me.”

He smiled and stood, licking his fingers clean. Walking around the desk, he leaned close.

“Untie you? Fuck you?” he asked, giving a throaty laugh.

“Untie me. Fuck me.” I repeated, this time leaning forward, kissing him. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself and moaning. I tangled my tongue with his before biting his lip – hard.

Hugh gasped, leaning, back and touching his lip. A dark look crossed his face as he looked down at me.

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