All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,178

cliff of pleasure. With concentration, I’m able to stall the orgasm. “Locke, you’re not playing fair.”

“Oh, but I never promised to play fair. I only promised to take whatever I wanted.” His voice is a little harsh. “Don’t you remember?”

“I remember.” My voice is soft.

“You said you wanted it a little dark.” His voice gets lower.

“I remember that too.”

He moves his hand and the lights in the room get dimmer, somehow. He leans over my body, still kneeling between my spread thighs, and holds my hands still over my head. “I’m going to tie you up now,” he says, speaking against my lips, his mouth brushing mine. “And then I’m going to do the dark things you want.”

From somewhere he produces another soft rope, which he winds around my wrists in an intricate knot. He fastens it to the metal headboard on the bed. “My prisoner,” he says, standing up. He takes off his shirt, then his pants. When he’s fully naked, I can see the power of his huge cock even in the dim room, and I catch my breath. He’s so big—

“I can read every desire in your mind,” he whispers. Or is it reverberating in my head? It’s the same as in my dream, the daydream I had in class.

“I don’t understand.” I whimper and pull at the ropes.

“Shhh.” He puts a finger to my lips. “You don’t need to understand. You just need to accept it.” He looks into my eyes. “Okay?”

Mesmerized, I nod.

He spoke of dark things, but his mouth is back on my pussy. “I know what you want,” he whispers, in between licks at my clit. He inserts two fingers into my pussy and rubs while he uses his tongue off and on. “You want to be used and taken, Temi. You want to be humiliated in the most exquisite ways. I’m going to do it all, dear girl. Don’t come.” He slaps my inner thigh suddenly as I moan and twist under his hands, his words and his mouth igniting me equally. “You know what will happen if you come.”

And I suddenly believe he’ll do it: If I come too soon, he’ll whip me and send me home. He has the patience to drag this out for days—weeks, if he wants. He’d almost like it even more that way. He’d love to toy with me and train me.

“I think you want to be treated like my pretty little slut tonight, isn’t that right?” He bites my inner thigh. Hard.

I cry out. “Yes.”

“You’ll be my little whore and do what I want, isn’t that right?” The tender voice is at odds with the coarse words, but the passion coating them tells me that he wants exactly what I want: hot, dirty, sexy.

“Yes.” I whisper it, closing my eyes and giving in to it all.

He bites my other thigh, and I know these marks will last for days, if not a week or longer. Good. I want his touch on me.

“Bite my neck,” I beg; demand.

“Later.” He strokes my pussy, then slaps it with his palm—not too hard, but a firm gesture. “Can you keep your legs open for me, or should I tie them up?”

I don’t know if I’m supposed to answer or not, and I don’t care. I twist on the bed, my pussy aching with need. “Please,” I say.

“I think we’ll tie you up.” He brings out more of the soft rope, and in a matter of minutes—although it feels like mere seconds—he has me in the most vulnerable position I could imagine. I’m still on my back, my hands tied and secured above my head to the bed, my legs are spread wide, bent at the knee, and cuffed at each thigh. The thigh cuffs are secured with ropes to somewhere on the bed, I can’t see exactly where. All I know is that my legs are open wide to him, my ass and pussy fully stretched and exposed.

“I did like the idea of whipping your asshole,” he says. “I think that would get you quite docile for me. In fact, I have a special flogger just for that purpose.”

He produces something and runs it over my belly. I flinch and gasp, but can’t really move, tied up as I am. “It’s a mini flogger,” he says, running it over my breasts. “Perfect for small, tender areas. We’ll see how you like it.”

He brings his hand back and whips the little flogger down across my nipples.

I arch and cry out.