Quick Study - By Gretchen Galway Page 0,26

spine and pooled hot and seething in her belly. “If you're lucky maybe I'll do just that.”

He lifted his arms above his head, one hand to each corner, then stretched his feet out at the bottom. Big and perfect, he was giving himself to her.

She found the extension cords in a moving box, but didn't like the idea of hurting him, not really. So she used the curtain tie-backs instead, silky gold braids that hung in pairs on each window, and with his passive willingness, soon had him spread wide and harmless for her.

Without touching him, she knelt between his feet and ran her hands up her sides to her bare, heavy breasts, and lifted them in her palms, watching him.

“Please.” He jerked against the restraints. “Oh, God.”

She sucked her fingers, then ran the spit across her nipples. “Don't beg Him, beg me.”

He nodded, straining up to her. “Please, Bonnie. Touch me. I'm dying here.”

Smiling, she bent over and licked the tip of his penis. Nothing else, just the silky curve at the end, then sat back up. “Like that?”

His mouth fell slack and he nodded.

Thrilling in the power she felt, Bonnie smiled at him and patted his upper thigh. “Good boys get rewarded.”

“Just let me touch you. I'll be very good.”

She'd been careful to leave room for herself at the top of the bed. She eyed it now, deciding sixty-nine was a good year. So she'd heard.

Putting both hands and knees on the mattress, Bonnie turned around and climbed over him backwards to the head of the bed, spread wide over him just as he was spread wide for her. If he was very, very eager, he'd be able to reach up—

Ah. Wet, soft, firm tongue. She sank lower. Lost thought.

Ah.

He couldn't pull her closer, couldn't push her away. It was an odd, forbidden sensation of needing and taking. Lower and harder, she pressed her hips down, only vaguely aware of the warm penis brushing her cheek, the tips of her hard nipples brushing his belly.

The licking didn't stop. His tongue attacked her and split her in a million pieces. His hips jerked off the bed, desperate to reach her face. “Please, Bonnie. Please.”

She had never felt such power before in her life. One small thing—one big thing, actually—and all at her mercy.

She took his cock into her mouth and heard him moan. So she licked, covered her teeth with her lips and bit down on him, and he thrashed underneath her against the restraints.

“Stop—” he gasped.

“Stop?”

“I—I can't—”

She took pity on him and slid her mouth off him. “Yes?” she whispered, breathing the s along his tortured cock. He wasn't licking her anymore and she wondered if she should punish him.

“Condom,” he said. “Bathroom.”

She lifted herself off of him and turned around. “Are you telling me you left the condoms all the way over in some bathroom somewhere?”

He nodded, eyes intense. “First door on the right,” he said. “My apologies. Stupid of me.”

After a moment weighing the possible punishments, Bonnie decided to be practical and just go get them as fast as she could. “Don't go anywhere.” She ran her hands down the side of his waist, past his hips and firm thighs as she drew away from the bed and strode away with as much dignity as she could manage considering how painful it was to leave him even for a moment.

She found the box, tore it open, and ran back to him.

“I've never been very good at this.” She fumbled the latex over his cock while he gritted his teeth. When she was done, she squeezed. “That right?”

He nodded, looking frantic. “Come back.”

She blinked, afraid to take too much. Push it too far.

“Please?” he said. “As you were?”

Hiding her eagerness, she gave him a haughty smile, straddled him again, and wiggled her way back up to his face.

His tongue attacked her ruthlessly and she sagged lower, too blinded to give his poor cock any attention at all. Delicate, accurate, relentless man. She'd never felt anything like it. Open and vulnerable, yet dominant. Making this powerful creature take care of her. His lust, at her mercy. Her own lust, in his skilled hands.

Mouth.

Oh, God.

She was spinning too high to remember what to do, and could only feel the building tension in her blood. Her arms buckled and she sagged against him, belly to belly, cheek to—

Suddenly two arms grabbed her thighs and pulled her harder into the wet, fast teasing of his mouth. He was free. She tried