“Put the slapper on my pussy. Make me come,” she requested tremulously.
Savage triumph passed across his handsome face. Then he was lowering the leather slapper to her spread outer sex. Alice cried out shakily when he pressed up on her labia and clit. The rod moved back and forth in a taut rhythm as he stimulated her. It was lewd and divine in equal measure. He stirred her perfectly with that little slapper.
She shuddered as climax hit her.
“That’s right,” she heard him say through her keening. It took her a moment to realize it was her making all that noise. The scream that had been building in her throat had erupted as she came. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her rampant pleasure, but Dylan rubbed her pussy with the slapper more strenuously.
“Oh God” broke out of her throat as the shudders of pleasure amplified.
“This is your crop now. Get it nice and wet with your juices.”
She shook helplessly, her bliss spiking up yet again at his illicit words.
A delicious, stretched moment later, Dylan removed the crop from between her legs, halting her stimulation. She sagged, panting for air. Vaguely, she realized he had stepped way from her. It took a few seconds for curiosity about what he was doing to seep into her awareness. She opened her eyes sluggishly, forcing her focus onto Dylan as he walked across the room with a long-legged stride and tossed the crop onto the bed. Then he was coming toward her, his blazing expression making her blink. Her brain struggled to recover from her explosive climax.
He knelt before her, and much to her surprise, lowered to a supine position on the floor.
“What are you … doing?” she asked brokenly when he slid his head beneath the stool and reached up to grasp her hips.
“I could hear that crop moving in your pussy. You’re soaking wet,” she heard him grate out from beneath her. “What do you think I’m going to do?”
He ran his tongue between her labia, gathering her juices. Alice quaked. The tip of his tongue laved her clit with a hard pressure, and she cried out in harshly reawakened pleasure.
He pushed down on the tops of her thighs, bouncing her body on the leather straps and his tongue. The stool squeaked as she bobbed subtly against his mouth and probing tongue, up and down, up and down. She screamed. She’d wanted pressure, and he gave it to her now in spades.
He ate her with savage abandon, his focused hunger stunning. Alice was trapped … both at the mercy of her swamping pleasure and Dylan. She was his willing victim. She had no choice but to sit there while he tongued her clit ruthlessly and applied an eye-crossing suction, bouncing her against him the entire time. He wouldn’t let her bob her body, but instead insisted on controlling the rhythm. Her entire world became the pulse of her sex against him, the illicit sound of the squeaking bouncing frame and her heartbeat roaring in her ears. Her body was stretched tight on a rack of pleasure. Time collapsed …
And then exploded violently.
He made her come not once, but twice, pausing to slide his tongue high into her channel following each climax, drinking deeply of the fruits of his labor.
Alice slumped in the restraints following her second climax, feeling dazed and thoroughly wrung out by pleasure. Dylan’s mouth was still moving on her sex, sending post-climactic spasms through her flesh. Her pussy seemed to be charged in a way she’d never known it to be, his continued, focused stimulation oversensitizing her nerves to the point where she experienced almost a constant low-grade orgasm. Dylan lay on his back in front of her, his nude, ripped torso stunning to behold. Her gaze fixed on the large bulge behind his black trousers. She moaned, riding the edge between satiation and hunger.
It was unbearable.
“Dylan, stop, please,” she said, her voice quaking. She couldn’t s
tand it anymore, having what she wanted so acutely paraded in front of her while she was helpless to touch.
He slicked his tongue between her labia one last time, and then nuzzled her gently with his nose.
“Have you had enough?”
“No,” she said miserably, because the lack of his firm, lashing tongue was a blow. “It’s just that I can’t take it anymore.”
He caressed her thighs, and her muscles tightened beneath him.
“What is it that you want?” he asked. She shivered at the sensation of his warm breath against her hyper-aroused tissues.
“You.”
She shut her eyes, the single word, her naked plea, echoing around her skull. His hands slipped off her. She clamped her eyes tight, as if she could deny her need by doing so. Then she felt his hand cradling her jaw, his thumb whisking over her scalding-hot cheek.
“So beautiful,” he said. “Open your eyes, Alice.”
She blinked up at him. He stood before her. He’d wiped his mouth while he stood, but his lips and chin still glistened from her juices. She wanted to close her eyes again, because he looked so beautiful to her in that moment, it was a like a small, sharp pain. His dark eyes willed her not to look away, though.
“You trusted me. I felt it,” he rasped.