Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,64
it all, sweetheart. You know I do.”
“You know what? So do I.” She rubbed her pussy right over his straining cock and he nearly exploded right there. “Screw this. I can’t wait any longer.” She reached over to the supply of condoms he’d deposited on the nightstand and grabbed one. A quick trip downward on his body and she had him in her hands again as she sheathed his cock in the thin layer of latex.
He grunted when she positioned herself over him and slid down, ramming his cock up inside her deep, fast and hard. He hadn’t expected that at all. It was really different letting her control the speed, depth and force of penetration. Sure, he’d had women ride him many times before, but he’d never been chained up while they did it. That took his indulgence to a whole new level. Always before, he’d been subtly guiding the woman, and he’d known he could flip her over in a second and be right back in charge again. Not so this time.
“I really wanted to take this slow,” she panted as she strained over him, riding him in a powerful rhythm. She increased her pace steadily, making little feminine sounds in the back of her throat as her passion rose higher and higher. “I wanted to savor this experience since I doubt I’ll ever get another chance.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, mon ange.” He was close to exploding. Her movements over him and the sight of her breasts bouncing merrily as she increased her pace again made his mouth water, but he was powerless. He held on for dear life to the rails of the headboard, the clank of the small chain between the handcuffs sounding in counterpoint to her rhythm.
Damn. He never would have thought something like this could turn him on so fast and so powerfully. He’d been all prepared to be the sacrificial lamb, doing what she wanted for her sake. He hadn’t thought he’d enjoy it this much. Sarah was teaching him things about himself.
“Xavier…” His name was a keening cry ripped from her lips as she tumbled over the edge.
The contractions of her tight pussy set him off, too. He shuddered and came, his vision fading to black for a second as a powerful orgasm hit him broadside.
His breathing ragged as he came back to earth a long time later, Xavier savored the feel of Sarah’s lithe body draped over him like a warm, living blanket. He was still cuffed, still unable to caress her the way he wanted, but she was with him, shivering in the aftermath of something bigger than themselves.
She reached up after a while and uncuffed his wrists, taking them to her mouth for a tender kiss as she rubbed gently at the faint red marks the metal had made. When she released his wrists, his arms went immediately around her, holding her close.
If he wasn’t much mistaken, their relationship had just taken a turn. He didn’t know what it meant, but he was willing to go with the flow for now. Sarah was getting under his skin in a big way, and oddly enough, he didn’t really mind. He’d searched all his life for a woman like her.
Whether they could make a go of this relationship after the mission was over, he still didn’t know, but he was thinking more and more about giving it a try. One thing was certain…Sarah had just rocked his world and he wanted more. As much as she would give him for as long as it lasted.
“Thank you, Xavier,” she whispered against his chest as he tucked her head under his chin.
“No, mon ange, thank you for teaching me something about myself I never knew.”
“Really? What’s that?”
“That with the right woman, it’s very rewarding to give up control.” He kissed the crown of her head, his voice pitched low.
As the sun rose higher in the eastern sky, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Nine
A distinctive electronic ring sounded in the room. Sarah blinked awake, disturbed by the strange noise. It was coming from the floor.
Xavier reached over the side of the bed and fumbled with his discarded pants. When he resurfaced, he held a small phone in his hand that must have been in one of his pockets.
“Beauvoir,” he answered in a throaty growl as he lay back on the bed.
Sarah heard his end of the conversation, which consisted mainly of grunts of agreement with a few grunts that