“The thing I like best is not your tongue—” I bite back the words because she flicks that smooth, naughty little tongue against the underside and distracts me. Kef, but I do like her tongue. I struggle to focus, and when she makes a little moaning sound around my cock, I remember my words. “What I like best is not your touch…though that is incredible…but the way you look when you touch me. Your eyes are soft and hungry, my Kim. You make little noises of pleasure in your throat as you take my cock into your mouth. And I bet if my hands were free and I could touch between those soft thighs of yours, I’d find you wet, wouldn’t I?”
Kim moans again, the sound muffled around my cock. She sucks me eagerly, creating suction around the head that feels so intense that stars dance behind my eyes. Breathing becomes difficult, and my lungs heave like bellows as her hands move up and down my shaft, working my length even as her mouth works my tip. She makes more noises of pleasure, and my body tightens when she turns, ever so slightly, and starts to rub her breasts against my thigh.
“You like this, don’t you,” I growl, fascinated when her hips rock involuntarily. “You like having me under your control, helpless, because then you can have your way with me. You can do whatever you want to me and feed your needs. You can sate your desires and know that you’re completely, utterly safe because I can’t touch you. I’m trapped and helpless against that sweet, slick mouth of yours.”
She whimpers, working me faster, her gaze flicking to my face, and my hips twitch, desperate to rise off my seat in the shower and pump into her hot mouth.
“I’m yours, Kim,” I manage, voice strained. “Do you want me to come?” When she moans, I flex ever so slightly, pumping into the well of her mouth despite my efforts to stay still. “On your…tongue?” I groan as she squeezes me tighter. “Or…on your…chest?”
The head of my cock pops free from her mouth and she swirls that pink little tongue around the tip, over and over. “Come on my chest,” she whispers, then pushes herself forward. She drags me closer, squeezes one arm under her breasts as she does, and then pushes my cock between them.
It is the most obscene, most perfect thing I have ever seen. She traps my length between her breasts, and when I thrust, the head peeks out from her flesh, violently purple against her pale skin. The sight of it is utterly profane and I am lost. With another jerky thrust, my release boils forth and I spill all over her, seed spurting for what feels like hours as the pleasure washes over me.
Kim’s panting and wriggling against me, her eyes glazed with passion, and when I finally catch my breath, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Kim, covered in my spend, kneeling in front of me with my messy cock pressed to her breasts.
And her eyes are so hungry.
“You’re still needy, aren’t you?” I whisper, drained. “Do you want me to make you come?”
Kim whimpers again, and her lips part. She hesitates, and I know she’s torn.
“I can do it with my mouth,” I promise her. “Or with my words. You decide. My hands can stay bound.”
“They…they can?” She shifts her weight on her legs, her eyes still so full of need.
“Oh yes. I’m yours to use, remember?” I grin down at her. “Use me for your pleasure, Kim.”
And she moans acceptance.
38
NASSAKTH
Kim kneels before me, indecision in her eyes, and hot longing, too. How long has it been since anyone has seen to her pleasure? Has made her gasp and shudder with release? How long has it been since she felt the touch of a lover? For a moment, I wish my hands were not bound so I could caress her in the way she should be caressed, but she needs to be in control. I must use my words instead of my hands.
And here I am, a rough, coarse gladiator. Better that I were a poet…but then I could not protect Kim in the way she needs to be protected. Perhaps it is best that I am just Nassakth.
“Do you want my mouth upon you, Kim?” I ask gently.
“I…I’m not sure.” She’s panting and needy, but she needs to get past the hurdles in