“Although I love those panties, they need to go,” he insisted in a husky voice, a mere whisper, as his mouth nipped at the lobe of her ear.
They were gone in seconds, her desire to have him inside of her intense, her core screaming for relief.
Longing and apprehension warred in her mind as she stood in front of Simon completely naked. “Simon, I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”
“How long?” he growled, his hand cupping her ass possessively.
“Five years. And even then I wasn’t very good in bed. There was only Chris, and I wasn’t enough to satisfy him,” she answered softly, trying not to let the insecurities of the past hammer against her brain.
“Did he f**king tell you that?” He insisted on knowing, his breath hot against her neck.
“Yes. He said that’s why he needed another woman,” she choked out, humiliated. She had believed Chris. Even though he was her first and only, she knew something had been seriously lacking.
“He was a complete idiot, Kara. You’re all the woman any man could want or dream about. Exactly what I need. It was his issue, not yours,” he grunted, placing his hands on both sides of her head and pulling her away from his body until his eyes met hers.
“I want this. I really do. I want you. I’m just a little nervous,” she admitted, her body still singing with arousal. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Listen to me,” he grumbled as his hands fisted in her hair. You could never, ever disappoint me. I want you so badly I’m ready to lose my mind. I have you. I have control. I make the decisions. You have nothing to do except to come, as loud and as long as you want to. You please me just by being here and wanting me. As long as I can make you come, I’ll be ecstatic.”
She sighed, her body relaxing. Simon would make it good. She already knew that. “Then make me come, Simon. Take me to bed.”
Simon picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed, pulling the bedding down roughly until it lay crumpled at the end of the bed. Her ass was stroked by the black, silk fitted sheet that still remained under her as she scooted up on the bed.
Simon sat on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching for the drawer beside the bed. He yanked four fur-lined handcuffs, complete with attached hardware, from the drawer, followed by a long strip of black silk.
“Complete surrender,” she murmured softly as she leaned back against the silk-covered pillows.
“Yes,” he answered softly, his eyes raking her body hungrily as he reached for her arm to attach the first cuff.
She had no doubt that Simon had done this many times before. He had her secured to the bed, spread-eagled, in less than a minute. She watched him, his eyes ravenous on her body as he went through the motions.
She was surprised by her own reaction. The more helpless that he made her, as he attached each limb to the bed, the more aroused she became. Being spread out for his pleasure gave her a freedom she had never experienced. No decisions to make, no wondering what would please him. He was the master and all she had to do was wait for her pleasure. There was something so erotic about being bound to his bed that her hips rotated and she moaned softly as she yanked on the cuffs, feeling almost no give, but no pain.
“Are you going to gag me?” She asked curiously, but not afraid.
“Oh, hell no. I want to hear every little cry of pleasure, every sweet little sound that you make as you come for me.”
The heat flowing over her body spiked to boiling at his growling, sexy words. She closed her eyes, so desperate for release that she whimpered softly.
Opening her eyes again, she saw his face, fierce and ravenous, before he blocked her vision with a swatch of black silk, obliterating all of her sight, leaving everything pitch black. A moment of panic seized her, but she felt Simon’s hot breath hit her ear, his tongue tracing the edges as he whispered, “Being sightless will heighten every sensation, Kara. Every touch of my tongue will be sharper, more acute. Everything more arousing”
“I’m aroused enough, Simon. For God’s sake touch me before I die of longing,” she whined, waiting in the darkness to feel him.
She heard a low, rumbling chuckle as he left the bed, his clothes rustling as they hit the ground. The bed dipped with his weight as he returned. “You look so incredibly beautiful it’s hard to decide where to start. I’ve imagined this for so long. I can’t believe you’re really here with me. In my bed” His voice was rough, graveled.
Kara was about to open her mouth to tell him to pick any spot, just please start now, when his mouth covered hers. His kiss was voracious and filled with longing. He was naked and she sighed into the embrace as she felt his blazing hot skin against hers. His marauding tongue and mouth claimed her over and over, while a wandering hand stroked her body, teasing her ni**les, sliding over her hip, slipping between her bound, spread legs and into her wet folds.
She broke her mouth from his, panting as his fingers slipped into her tender flesh, brushing over her swollen, sensitive clit. “Please, Simon. Oh, God.” She needed him. Her whole body burned and she jerked at her bindings, desperate for more contact.
His lips moved down over her br**sts, his tongue stroking and gently biting at one nipple, and then the other. He slid one finger into her channel, and then another, stretching her, opening her, making her wish he would fill her with his cock.
“Jesus, Kara. You’re so wet, so tight,” he murmured hotly against her nipple, his body tense against hers.
With her sight gone and her limbs bound, all Kara could do was feel, and Simon was playing her body like it was a musical instrument. It was heightening her senses…to an almost unbearable level. “I need you. Please.”
“Soon, sweetheart,” he crooned as that wicked tongue trailed down her abdomen, flicking into her bellybutton, before it finally laved the lips of her pu**y, making her cry out and shudder with fierce, aching lust. His fingers sifted through the well-trimmed hair on her mound as that talented tongue slid along her slick folds, delving deeper and deeper as she released a series of short, incoherent, puling noises.
Her back arched, straining against her bindings, as his firm, insistent mouth circled her needy bud, before finally latching over the nub, clamping it lightly with his teeth. White-hot need hit her like lightning, her body sizzling as he positioned the naked nub for his flicking, relentless tongue.
“Oh, God Simon.” Her voice was hoarse and needy, begging him to let her climax. Every nerve in her body was alive and tingling, her core clenching with longing as the pressure built to an almost unbearable level.