He was watching her with dark, lust-filled eyes, but there was no sign, no reason why, he had disappeared in such a way. Then it didn’t matter, because he was standing in front of her, his hands cupping her br**sts, lifting them in the lace cups of her bra and breathing softly across her ni**les before his teeth nipped at them.
“I’m going to make you scream for me,” he whispered as he rubbed his cheeks between the mounds. That sounded damned good to her.
“But first, I have to get you out of those clothes, don’t I?”
The scrape of steel through leather had her eyes opening wide as he pulled the hunting knife from the sheath at his side. The hilt glistened damply in the low light, the rounded tip drawing her gaze as a weak moan filtered from her lips.
The blade slid beneath the middle of her bra, cutting through the fabric with a soft hiss. The straps were given the same treatment, each severed thread revealing more until the scraps fell away from her body and Amanda was certain she was going to collapse into a puddle of weak desire at his feet.
“Very pretty,” he whispered, lifting his other hand and weighing a swollen mound within his palm. “Such hard, sweet little ni**les. Do you want me to taste your ni**les Amanda?”
“God yes.” She was panting, fighting for breath as she forced the words past her lips. Heat was moving through her body, searing her nerve endings and setting fire to every cell she possessed.
He bent closer, his tongue licking over one distended peak as she shuddered helplessly.
“Please… Please… Please…” She was begging, willing to cry, whatever it took to get what she needed.
“Naughty girl,” he whispered against her nipple a second before his tongue curled around it again, drawing it into his mouth where his teeth enclosed it firmly.
Her pu**y convulsed, spilling her juices between her legs to soak the silk panties she wore beneath her jeans. She clenched her thighs, gasping at the pleasure tearing through her body. He chuckled then, withdrawing and stepping behind her. Within minutes he had cut every shred of clothing from her body. Kneeling behind her, he pulled the ruined pieces of cloth away from her, then kissed the cheek of her rear before scraping his teeth over it firmly.
“Kiowa,” she moaned roughly, her knees trembling as she fought to stay on her feet. He was running the hilt of that knife up and down her thigh, the cool leather rasping across her flesh as his tongue flickered over the narrow valley between the cheeks of her ass.
“Bad girls get punished,” he whispered as his tongue tautened and pressed between the cheeks he was tormenting, leaving a path of fire in its wake as the hilt of the knife slid higher on her thigh. “It’s time to begin your punishment, Amanda.”
Oh God yes. Finally. Finally.
The soft leather slid further along her thigh as his arm wrapped around her hips. Holding her in place.
“Spread your thighs.” He was breathing hard now, the heated whisper of his breath caressing her bu**ocks.
She shifted, spreading her legs wider, moaning as the handle slid through thick hot cream just a little higher. It rubbed against her swollen pu**y lips, sent pleasure shooting into her clit. Then it was parting the soft folds, coming close and closer…
“Damn you!” she cursed roughly when it was abruptly removed.
“Did I say you could speak?” Harsh, guttural, his voice snapped out as his hand landed on her butt. The small, tingling slap had her pressing back against him, her hands twisting behind her desperately as more of her juices flowed from her pu**y.
Then he was pressing the hilt against her again, sliding it through the narrow slit until it butted against the entrance to her vagina.
“Beg for it,” he ordered her harshly. “Beg me to f**k you, Amanda.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped, knowing that only the arm that had returned around her hips was holding her upright. “Please, Kiowa, please f**k me.”
It penetrated. The soft leather parted her flesh, slid in her slick juices and began to stretch her erotically. It was the most decadent thing she had ever heard of. She hadn’t read anything so decadent. The hilt of the knife parted her, sliding slowly, deeply inside her as a wail of pleasure shattered the silence of the room. Then it was sliding free, no matter how she pleaded, how she begged for more, it was removed as he stood slowly behind her.
“You aren’t allowed to come yet,” he whispered at her ear before moving in front of her. “Bad girls have
to wait to come, Amanda.”
“I’ll be good,” she cried desperately. “I promise, Kiowa. I’ll be so good.”
“Will you?” He removed his shirt quickly as he kicked his moccasins free. “Let’s see how good you can be.”
His pants were removed slowly, the thick, engorged length of his c**k revealed as he tossed the material aside.
“On your knees, Amanda. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
She went to her knees, staring up at the wide head of his c**k as it came toward her. Her mouth watered as hunger pierced the core of her womb, proving her arousal, her need for this man wasn’t just a product of mating heat but a product of the love she had held within her soul, waiting for the man who could tap not just her love, but her greatest desires as well. She opened her lips over the broad crest, moaning in desperate need as she felt the first pulse of the pre-come. Elizabeth had finally explained the lubricating hormone that pulsed from his cock. The fluid eased tight muscles, gave them a flexibility as they blocked pain and allowed the incredible pleasure of the final, climatic swelling of the male’s cock.