All too soon, he pulled away, resting his head against her inner thigh. His breathing was rapid and shallow. Was he going to stop now? Was he remembering Tori?
While not surprising, given this was the first time he’d gone down on a woman since… Still, she didn’t want him to be thinking of anyone else right now.
“Roar, Sir,” she began, hoping to bring him back to her. He opened his eyes and looked at her, a crooked smile on his face. “Are you okay?” If she weren’t in restraints, she’d have stroked his hair to comfort him. He nodded curtly. “You don’t have to do this if—”
He cut off her words. “Don’t top me, Pamela.” His rebuke and reverting to her real name made her realize she’d been about to do just that. Instead, she needed to wait for him to compose himself and decide what he wanted to do.
“Don’t move or make a sound—until you come. Understand?”
Oh, yes!
A weight lifted off her chest. “Yes, Sir!”
He smiled before lowering his head again, his thumbs spreading her open as his tongue continued to work her into a frenzy. He played around her clit without touching it directly until she was ready to scream in frustration. Then one long finger slid inside her.
Don’t buck!
It was all she could do not to ride his finger, but her reward for staying still was another finger inside. He pumped them in and out, watching the motion a few times before he met her gaze.
“Come for me, Sprite.”
His tongue flicked against her clit as his third finger joined the other two and pushed deep into her. Instead of pulling out, they curled around and stroked her G-spot. An involuntary spasm raised her pelvis toward him. He must have assumed she’d begun to come, but she really was close. However, he didn’t slow down his tongue or fingers as the crescendo built.
“I’m going to come!”
His fingers alternated between pumping in and out and pressing against that sweet spot deep inside, while his tongue didn’t let up on its assault. She began to buck up and down, simulating the sex act, as she rode to the crest.
“Oh, yes! Don’t stop, Sir! Oh, my God!”
She soared over the summit and continued to revel in the incredible feeling as he slowed down his movements, but continued to touch her. When her clit became ultrasensitive, she wanted to beg him to stop, but groaned instead, hoping he’d understand how hypersensitive it was.
Her heart pounded as he pulled away, his fingers remaining inside her. Filling her. Making her want more.
Making her want what she couldn’t have.
She panted, her chest heaving as she tried to take a deep breath. When she glanced down at him again, he smiled at her in triumph.
“That was absolutely incredible, Sir.”
“For me as well.” He withdrew his fingers and stood. Was this it? He didn’t want something in return for what he’d given her? It wasn’t her place to suggest that she knew what he needed or wanted, but clearly, judging by the tent in his pants, he needed relief, too.
He circled the bed again and began removing the restraints. She tried to hide her disappointment.
Give him time.
He’d taken a giant leap tonight. She wouldn’t push him. Perhaps they’d snuggle now. Maybe he’d let her stroke him, even if he didn’t want to come.
He moved the chair away and helped situate her into a sitting position facing him. He leaned closer and pressed his wet lips against hers, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. He grabbed her head with both hands and plunged his tongue inside her mouth. His kiss signaled anything but an end to this scene.
As she suspected, he took her arms and guided her to her feet.
“Undress me.”
Don’t think about how far he intends to take this tonight. Just follow one instruction at a time.
She tugged his now-loosened tie through the starched collar and tossed it on the bed. Next, she released the second button, because he’d already undone the first one at dinner. Unbuttoning his shirt from this side wasn’t a challenge at all, and she smiled. When she’d undone the last one, she reached for his belt and drew the end through the loop before releasing the prong.
Slowly, she tugged on the buckle, taking one step and then two backwards until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She met his gaze and released the belt from the pants loops, tossing it on the bed with the discarded tie as she closed the gap between them again. Starting with his left arm, she removed the cuff link and moved to the right one to do the same. Taking more care with these, she walked over to the dresser and laid them beside her jade jewelry.
Pamela smiled as she returned to where he stood and hooked a thumb inside each of the flaps of his shirt, unhurriedly sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms, taking in the view of his bare chest. No undershirt. Perfection. She loved his chest, especially his pectorals.
She longed to lean forward and take one of his nips into her mouth, but hadn’t been instructed to do anything but undress him yet. No topping from the bottom. This was his scene to control.
She was his to control, as well.
Removing the shirt, she folded and laid it on the bed before turning her attention to his pants once more. No sooner had she placed her hands on the button than he halted her with, “Shoes and socks first.”
Of course.
He crossed to the bed and sat down. “Kneel, eyes on my feet as you remove them,” he ordered. She did so, unlacing first one shoe and then the other. Slipping each off in turn, she placed them neatly at the side of the bed. Then came the socks, which she tucked inside the shoes before awaiting his next command.
But it didn’t come. He sat silently. She was tempted to look up and meet his gaze, but hadn’t been given permission to do so. Something told her he needed his space right now, so she remained patient, sitting back on her heels and staring at his feet. Strong veins crisscrossed the dorsal surface of his feet.
This isn’t another anatomy class, Pamela.
He stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips. When he pressed his thumb between her lips, she accepted it inside her mouth. Should she suck on it? Simulate going down on him? Was this a test to see whether she’d please him at the risk of being accused of topping? Should she wait for him to tell her exactly what he wanted her to do?
She would wait.
His thumb retreated until it almost left her mouth before he pushed it back inside. Slowly, he pressed deeper inside. It had been a long time since she’d gone down on a man. Would she be able to please him if he asked her to do so tonight?
As Roar pulled his thumb completely out of her mouth, she gave him a parting kiss. He stood and faced her, his crotch at eye level. “Now, the pants.” When she reached out to steady herself on the mattress in order to stand, he added, “Remain on your knees.”
She needed to listen more carefully to his explicit instructions and not anticipate what she thought he wanted her to do.
Extending her hands, she undid the button on his waistband. His erection strained against the zipper, and she longed to stroke him, but would only do what he’d told her to do. She carefully lowered the zipper, in case he went commando, but soon revealed his boxers just as he had worn the other night.
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband this time, she slowly lowered his slacks. His cock sprang free of its confines, but still remained covered by his underwear. When he lifted one foot, she slipped the pant leg off and then did the same with the other. She smoothed and folded them neatly before placing them on the mattress with the rest of his clothes.
Turning toward him again, she waited, her gaze riveted by his erection. She licked her lips, hoping he would allow her to pleasure him tonight, but oral sex might not be something he was ready for, either.
Uncertain what to do, she waited. He hadn’t asked her to remove the boxers yet, so she did nothing.
Roar cleared his throat. “Take out my cock.”
Smiling, without hesitation she pulled his cock out
of the slit in the boxers. The plum-colored head stood erect and enticing.
“Kiss my cock.”
Needing no further encouragement, she leaned in.
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The Rescue Me Saga
1. Masters at Arms & Nobody’s Angel (Combined Volume)
2. Nobody’s Hero
3. Nobody’s Perfect
4. Somebody’s Angel
5. Nobody’s Lost
6. Nobody’s Dream
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