tightened around me. “You look fuckin’ stunning, Kenna. You all do.”
“So beautiful,” X said breathlessly.
Alys finally lifted her gaze to his, and I saw the burning light in X’s eyes reflected back at him from hers. She had finally fallen, and I realized that, for some reason or other, she had actually been fighting it.
“Thanks,” chimed Lili. “Can we get out of the hallway now?”
“Put your hands on the dresser,” Phil commanded in his deep, angry voice, making my crotch throb.
We had just walked into my bedroom.
“Hands on the fuckin’ dresser!” he growled, giving me a little push.
I placed my hands on the dresser top and warily watched him in the mirror. His huge body looming behind me, his hands reached for my skirt, for the slit up the back.
Rip!
“Phil!” I shouted, enraged. “I get a fucking skirt, and you destroy it? I liked this one!”
“I’ll buy you ten more.” He sank to his knees behind me. His hands smoothed their way up my thighs, fingers hooking into my lacy drawers, and tugged them down.
My poor cunt was positively tingling with anticipation.
“Mmm…I’m fuckin’ starvin’…” he said in a dangerous undertone. “Spread your legs more. That’s good. Fuck, you are gorgeous.” He groaned and pressed his mouth to my core.
At the feel of his warm soft lips kissing me gently, I sucked in a lungful of air. His hands each grabbed an ass cheek, his fingertips digging into my flesh. In a luscious stroke, his tongue slicked along the seam of me.
“Arch your back,” he demanded.
Happily, I did as I had been told, and I was well rewarded when his tongue slid wetly between the lips, teasing over the hardening bead of my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped.
“You taste so good. I could spend the rest of my life eatin’ only you.”
His mouth devoured me, feasting greedily, until I moaned, and my knees started to shake. Attacking my clit with his tongue, I came so hard, and he lapped at my shuddering entrance, drawing out every last drop.
Slowly, he rose to his full height behind me, his swollen cock already out and pushing into my sopping wet heat. I watched his face in the mirror, and it was so hot. I was close to succumbing to orgasm number two. He watched himself disappear inside me, watched as I took the whole length of him into me, looking so intense, almost angry…
That’s what it is. When he’s pissed, it turns me on because it’s the same face.
Phil’s eyes traveled slowly up my back until they met mine in the mirror, hooded and blazing with intoxicating lust.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I immediately answered, feeling a thrill zing through me.
Holy shit, he’s going to do something, an another time something. He’s going to unleash some kinky-ass shit on me…oh, fuck yes!
Reaching forward, he tugged out my braid, running his fingers through until my hair was free. He hadn’t taken off his cargo pants—they were just sagging around his hips—and his hands moved slowly to slide his belt out from the loops, deliberately taking his time to let me see what he was doing. Maybe giving me the time to freak out? Odd that I’m not. No, just really curious.
Oh, damn, I’m not sure if I’m ready for an ass beating with a wide leather belt though…
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.
His voice sounded so fucking hot that I wanted to do anything he wanted of me. I lowered myself on the dresser so that my face and chest lay flat, and I brought my arms up, crossing my wrists to rest on my lower back.
Inside me, his cock twitched. In reflex, I clenched down on him.
“Fuck,” he bit out.
He wrapped and looped his belt—minus the buckle that he’d removed and tossed onto the floor—around from my wrists to mid forearms, securing it by sliding the end through the wrapped around bits.
I couldn’t fucking move.
“Still trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d never hurt me,” I replied.
“Not unless you asked me to,” he said softly. “Maybe not even then.”
I wasn’t going to wonder about that bizarre statement, not until I needed to anyway.
“I’ve fantasized for a long time about tying you up,” he confessed.
I could feel his gaze on me, trying to gauge my reaction.
“I’ve wanted to see you restrained and at my mercy. Does that bother you?”
That might have been something you should have asked before doing it. “No.” Because I think I like being restrained and at your mercy.
To my utter astonishment, I found