turning and twisting the rope until I was on my back. The look on his face was completely primal, his eyes burning into mine. After brushing the hair from my face, he flexed his fingers open, lightly pressing the tips against my skin.
I couldn’t take my eyes of him as he slid his hand down in a beseechingly deliberate manner, his fingers barely touching me yet able to create an instant jolt of electricity. He shifted down to my chin, rolling a single finger from one side to the other then lowering to my neck. A smile crossed his face as he gripped my throat, squeezing with just enough pressure my legs began to shake.
Everything about him was so practiced, utterly in control. He had my life in his hands but the expression he wore was one of protection. The man who’d saved my life. A man who confused the hell out of me. Was this his tender side, someone I could trust? As if it mattered. This was only one night. One beautiful night of utter bliss.
A moan escaped my lips as he released his hold, tilting his head as he continued crawling his hand down to my chest. Using a single finger, he slid the tip between my breasts, but I couldn’t help taking deep breaths.
A smile curled on his lip as he cupped both breasts, kneading gently at first then fondling them roughly. Another wave of current rushed into my extremities, more unsettling than before. There was a connection we shared that didn’t make any sense. How could I feel close to a man I didn’t know, my dangerous yet protective stranger?
He took a deep breath before taking my hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling then pinching. “I would love to pierce your beautiful buds and connect them with a perfect chain.”
As he twisted and plucked both, I did imagine, the vision dirty and kinky. For a few disturbing seconds, I was the girl being paraded in front of others, a chain firmly attached to my neck and breasts. With a single snap of his wrist, he could draw me to him, ready to punish me for all my sins. The pictures in my mind reminded me of my aunt’s paintings, so erotic. So... beautiful. The pain became exquisite, rolling into every portion of my body, but there was also such a wave of pleasure that my body quivered.
“Perhaps one day, I’ll have that chance,” he whispered before releasing me and backing away.
I gasped, the release unexpected and glanced up at the rope, longing to be freed. I wanted to touch him, to experience the flaming heat in my fingertips.
When he began to undress, my mouth was dry once again. He pushed the material of his trousers over his hips, exposing the deep ‘V’ in his abdomen, kicking off his shoes before allowing them to drop to the floor. He was gorgeous, rugged in a sophisticated way, carved not from time spent in a gym but from a life full of danger. I knew it instinctively from the scars on his chest and arms, the healed wounds likely caused by intense battles, the indentations seen as moments of honor. Even the tattoo on his forearm was powerful, drawing my eyes to the intensity of the black-only ink.
He was a formidable man in every manner, merciless.
I lowered my gaze, drinking in the sight of his already stiff and throbbing cock, the tip engorged with blood. He was as excited as I was, his desire savage in nature. As he straddled the bed, I could tell he was going to make good on his promise, using every hole, taking what he wanted.
Inhaling, the musky scent of his testosterone as well as a hint of exotic spices filled my nostrils, so intoxicating in nature. He was all male, every inch of his burnished skin.
“You’re going to suck me, my little Savannah.” He wrapped his hand around his shaft, rolling his fingers up the length of his shaft, squeezing. His gaze remained intense, his eyes narrowing as he pressed the tip across my lips, studying my expression. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” His balls were swollen, hanging low, eager to release his seed.
“Then open your mouth wide.”
I did as I was told, darting my tongue out immediately and sliding it across his sensitive slit. I could tell by his reaction he was already struggling to hold back, his needs growing with every second. He continued to pump his cock