to decide, she realized. He’d heard her the other night, when she’d said she was done hiding and running and that she was going for what she wanted. He’d heard her, too, when she’d argued against being controlled. He’d known, somehow, that her arguments had been a subtle message that she in fact wanted to. To be taken care of. To have someone else take control and let her simply be.
I should protest. Shouldn’t I?
But she didn’t. Somehow, Branden knew her. Really knew her, and with that knowledge came trust. So what she did was actually put her other arm up over her head, too. As she did, she could feel her core throb. Yes…she wanted this. She wanted to be possessed. Taken. And to ultimately be in control.
Because Branden had made it clear, even in his silence, that she was in control here, even as he took her over.
He wrapped that wrist, too, then wrapped the ties around the posts of the bed. When he was done, he placed the loose ends of the wrap into her open palms, closing her hands around them so that she knew getting loose was her choice, if and when she was ready.
He moved his mouth down to her breasts and wrapped his lips around one of her taut nipples. He sucked it in hard and fast, flicking it with his tongue. She moaned and writhed on the bed, and he placed his hand on her other breast, twisting and manipulating that nipple while his mouth continued to devour the other. He slipped his free hand down between her legs to massage her there. She ground her hips down—she was so wet, so hot, so ready. He released her nipple from his mouth and she thought about grabbing his head and forcing him back down before she remembered the silk ties. As his mouth sucked in her other nipple, he caught her by surprise and plunged two fingers into her wet, waiting depths.
As he moved his fingers in and out of her, he used the edges of his teeth to scrape gently at her turgid nipple. He reached up to her face and used his other hand to caress her lips. She sucked his fingers into her mouth, making love to them the same way she she’d made love to his cock just a little while ago. He slipped a third finger inside of her and she began to buck her hips wildly and thrash about on the bed. She cried out his name.
“What, baby? You like that?”
“It feels so good.”
“Is there something else you want? Something else I can do for you?”
“I want you inside me.”
“My fingers are inside you.”
“No! I want your cock inside me.”
He smiled and slipped his fingers out of her. She let out a frustrated little cry until she felt his mouth replacing them. He ran his tongue along her slit, grazing her swollen clit as he did. Every nerve in her body felt exposed as he plunged his tongue deep inside of her, using his fingers to open her up so he could push in deeper, making her squirm and cry out, making her want to scream.
She strained hard against the silk binds but she still didn’t slip loose. Swiftly, a powerful orgasm washed across her body. Branden kept up the gentle pressure on her sensitive clit with his tongue, riding her through the orgasm, which seemed endless.
Her body slowly lost its rigidity as she came down from her climax, and a fine sheen of sweat coated her body. She lay there, completely relaxed. She could have gone to sleep right then and there and slept like a baby all night if not for the fact that he hadn’t had his release yet, and she wasn’t willing to leave him in that state.
He climbed over her and between her legs, then held there, waiting. Teasing. Making her want and need and moan. She lifted her hips and draped one leg across his back, trying to draw him in, seeking to fill her heat with his. Instead, he held himself against her and let her slide up and down, encouraging her to roll her hips and press against him. Finally, when she thought she might go mad at the teasing, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he thrust into her. She cried out and he let out a long, deep moan
Wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her against him so tightly that