because it gave her pleasure. Even if she didn’t acknowledge that in words, he could be her witness, take the victory, hold it for her, knowing that it was a hundred percent her wants that were driving this.
Her fingers curled tight on his base, anchoring his dick so she could go all the way down, come back up, suck on him. What she was doing with her tongue and mouth was keeping him stiff, and he wanted to be inside her. But for that, he’d wait until they had full privacy. For now, he had all he needed.
He curled his fingers in her hair, holding her, pushing her down deeper, bringing her back up, controlling her movements. Her hands convulsed on him, telling him she liked that reminder that he was in charge, that she was serving him. Watching the set of her shoulders under the thin fabric, the way the ropes were tied over her legs and the soles of her shoes, brought up a mix of the caveman and protector both. He’d tied her up, but he’d make sure she’d feel safe when she was that vulnerable. He’d protect her from anything.
He tipped his head back, taking a long shuddering breath as her mouth brought him to peak, making the starry sky above blur and then slowly, pleasurably come back into focus. During that wave, he let his hand tighten almost to the point of pain, and then he eased it, a light tug telling her he wanted her to lift her head.
As she watched him, her lips wet and hair mussed, he tucked himself back into his jeans, then backed his chair the distance needed to shift to the edge of his seat, lower himself to the grass with her. He adjusted the chair so that when he put an arm around her, he had his back braced against a locked wheel. Then he removed the rope from her legs and shoes but left the body harness that kept her hands and arms bound, ropes pressing into her sex and the cleft of her buttocks. He eased her down to her side on the grass and stretched out next to her. They were face to face, his arm bent under his head as he ran a hand over her upper arm, her side, her hip. Here they were, the two of them lying in soft grass, by the water, on a beautiful fall night.
He found his way beneath her skirt to the top of her thigh, and back further, caressing the crescent curve along the point where the cloth was held by the rope running between her buttocks.
Then he came around to the front, where the two lines of rope framed her sex. When he feathered a finger over her clit through the fabric of her panties, she gasped. Her bound hands rested on top of his forearm, so her fingers, while not impeding him, were digging into his skin, that sweet involuntary reaction as he kept playing, teasing. Light brushes over her swollen clitoris, the wet petals of her sex that had drenched the crotch of the panties.
“Keep looking at my face,” he ordered her. “I want you to see just what your arousal means to me. How much it pleases me.”
She kept doing that little licking her lips thing, and knowing she’d had her mouth on him minutes ago only helped his intent now. His body might have released, but there were other parts of him where the need had only doubled.
“I think you like the restraint part of things. No choices to make, just trusting me to do whatever I want to you…because it feels good, doesn’t it?”
A quick nod.
“Words, Daralyn,” he prompted.
“Yes…yes, sir.”
Light brush. Brush. Brush. He was barely touching her, yet he could feel her climax building, see it in the increased desperation in her face.
“I’d like to be inside you right now, because I know your sweet cunt would be squeezing down on my cock. Even though my nerves can’t tell my brain you’re doing it, my cock knows, and fucking loves it. Loves being inside you.”
“Rory…” It was a raw plea, not a question, but he made it one, to keep her attention on him.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I…”
“Tell me what’s going on. You’re about to come, aren’t you? Soon as you say it, you have my permission to do it.”
“Yes…I am…I…oh…”
She went over, shuddering as he curled his other arm around her head, drew her to his shoulder so her cries were