God yes. She wanted it. She hungered for him. All of him.
“When I’m finished, I’m going to f**k your ass, Courtney.” He sounded tormented now, tortured. “I’ve tried not to, sweetheart. God knows I have. But I need it.”
She sucked his c**k deeper, her rear tingling at the thought, the blood rushing through her system as she began to moan at the anticipation. This was what she needed, what she had longed for. Ian, hungry, intent on satisfying the hungers that raged through them both. Dominant. Fierce.
He chuckled, the sound stark and filled with lust.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you, sweetheart? My c**k digging into your ass, stretching you, making you scream from the sensation. Is that what you want?”
Yes! She screamed the word silently as she took him deeper, to her throat, so hungry now for the taste of him that the need was ravenous, out of control.
“You don’t have to watch another suck me anymore, Courtney. It’s all yours for now, darling.” He was moving faster, his c**k hardening as she licked, sucked, the sounds of her pleasure, of his, echoing around her.
He reached down, moving her fingers from where they caressed his balls, and curling them in place about his shaft as he moved his hand to her head. Both hands were now tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he began to f**k her mouth harder, faster.
Courtney could feel the warnings of his release then, the pulse and throb of the head as it glanced the entrance to her throat, the surge of blood through the thick veins against her tongue, the near bruising hardness.
“Harder,” he ordered roughly, his fingers tightening in her hair, tugging at the strands and sending fiery streaks of sensation spearing through her head. “Suck it harder, baby. I’m going to come. Fuck, Courtney…yes, baby…suck it, baby… I’m going to come…”
He tensed, driving the erection into her mouth with several hard, shallow thrusts before he threw his head back and she felt his se**n began to erupt from his cock. Fierce, a touch of salty male perfection and dark lust, the taste of him was addictive as it filled her mouth, the hard pulses of his release dragging fractured moans of pleasure from him as she consumed him.
She held onto the fierce male flesh as long as he allowed it, her mouth moving easily on him, drawing each drop of his se**n from the tip of his c**k until he moved back, pulling free from her with a reluctant moan.
His lips quirked. A bittersweet smile as he held her head in place, staring down at her.
“When I let you go, I want you in the center of the bed, on your stomach, your arms and legs spread. Will you do this for me, Courtney?”
She would walk through fire for him.
She nodded slowly.
“I won’t go easy on you.” His voice lowered, throbbed with greedy lust. “Understand that now, if you do this, I won’t go easy. I’m too hungry…”
“Ian, I won’t break.” She slid her hands slowly up his thighs, her lips moving to the tight, hard planes of his stomach. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
His abdomen clenched as she spoke.
“Just this.” His hands tightened in her hair, his body tightening further. “Everything I can give you, no matter what.”
Everything I can give you. He had emphasized that. Alone. Just him. When she knew they both craved so much more.
“Do as I said.” He moved back from her then, releasing her as he moved away from her. “Center of the bed.”
She did as he ordered, feeling him jerk the sheet and comforter out of the way as she lay on her stomach in the very center as he prepared the bed. The pillows were thrown to the floor, and seconds later the rattle of chains took her breath away.
“I’m going to restrain you.” He wrapped a padded cuff around one wrist and secured the Velcro closure. “There’s plenty of slack in the chains for now.”
He moved to her ankle and secured the restraint there, before repeating it on the other side. Seconds later, she was held to the bed by the chains. They were thick enough to hold her in place, yet not so thick as to be cumbersome.
“Excellent.” He patted her bottom before moving from her line of vision.
The sound of a drawer opening had her senses sharpening, her breathing escalating as she heard him return to the bed.
“I’m going to blindfold you.”
She gasped as the dark cloth slid over her eyes and was quickly tied in the back.
“Your other senses become sharper, more clear when you can’t see your surroundings,” he whispered. “Every touch, every sound, is amplified. It makes the anticipation climb higher, the sensations striking harder through your flesh.” He tied it quickly behind her head. “You have no idea how hard it makes me, Courtney, seeing you like this, laid out for whatever I desire, unable to fight the pleasure. Knowing you’ll be lost among the sensations I can give you.”