Greetings!
I have a new BDSM release next weekend, and another on the sixth of February, so I thought I'd warm you up with a D/s excerpt from my backlist. My snog to today is from Challenge to Him, my Gilded Age tale of a wealthy industrialist and a social crusader.
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He
took a step towards her, brushing the smooth cap over her parted
lips. “Open your mouth, whore.”
Olivia
needed no encouragement. His rampant cock drew her like a magnet
draws iron. Leaning forward, a bit ungainly because of her bonds, she
opened wide and engulfed him, halfway to the root. His moan sent
shudders of delight through her body. She swirled her tongue over the
stretched skin of the head then sucked him deeper, wanting to swallow
him whole. He tasted of salt and sweat, a masculine flavour that made
her more ravenous than ever.
She
pulled back slightly, made a tight ‘O’ of her lips, then bobbed,
running her mouth up and down over the taut, silky skin.
“You’re
a
clever
little
slut,”
Andrew
muttered
through
gritted
teeth.
“I’ll
wager
this
isn’t
your
first
time
eating
a
man’s
prick.”
He
wound
his
fingers
into
her
hair
and
held
her
head
still.
“Open!”
Jerking
his
hips,
he
drove
his
cock
down
her
throat
with
bruising
force.
The
onslaught stole her breath. Before she could adjust, he pulled back
then thrust again. She choked as his cock slammed into her palate and
would have squirmed away had he had not held her head fast.
As
he pistoned in and out of her mouth, he tugged at her chestnut locks,
positioning her like some inanimate doll in order to increase his
pleasure. The pins loosened and her hair tumbled down her back,
tangling in the ropes that secured her arms. A few strands caught in
her mouth, where they were soon soaked with saliva and his copious
pre-cum.
He
continued, relentless, until her lips grew sore and her jaw ached,
but she never considered asking him to stop. His thrusts became
ragged. Tiny contractions rippled along his cock as he approached his
peak. Her own arousal increased in synchrony, though she had no
stimulation other than the taste and the smell of him, the slide of
his hardness over her tongue.
She
knew he was close, yet his final explosion surprised her. He swelled
for an instant against her tongue, impossibly hard, and bitter fluid
flooded her mouth. She gulped it down, to show him how eager a slut
she could be, but he pulled his cock from her lips, spattering her
cheeks and tangled hair with fresh dollops of spunk. The bright shame
of it brought her still closer to the edge.
He
released his grip on her hair. She leant forward, off balance, to
press her lips against his softening organ. She hoped he could read
the reverence in her gesture, that he would see how grateful she was
for his use of her, how very glad she was to be herself at last.
Andrew
gave a satisfied chuckle. “Well done, Olivia. I believe you have a
natural aptitude for this sort of game.” Crouching in front of her,
he kissed her bruised lips. He tasted like milk tea and tobacco,
simultaneously sweet and harsh. She’d never get enough of his
flavour. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, agile and
demanding. Can he taste his
own jism? she wondered as she opened
herself to his explorations. The filthy notion ramped her excitement
higher still.
Down
on one knee now, still plundering her mouth, he clutched her to his
chest. He fingered the ropes behind her back, the bonds that marked
her as his slave. His closeness dizzied her. Could I
climax from just his
kiss?
Between
her splayed thighs, her clitoris beat like a second heart. Fast as
thought, he sank his hand into her drenched cleft, thumbing the bead
at her centre, curling his fingers to stroke her inner walls, still
kissing her all the while. Come for me,
Olivia. She could have sworn she heard his voice, though
his lips were locked on hers.
It
didn’t matter. His fingers commanded her, and she obeyed. Pleasure
welled and broke like the waves on the rocks below the Cliff Walk.
She shook in his arms, helpless to resist, as he coaxed another
climax from her heated flesh.
And
still he kissed her, hard, insistent, drinking the nectar of her
surrender as though he’d never get his fill.
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