He saw it in her eyes. That adoration she gave him when they were connected this way, through the ropes. She liked rough play. She even needed it and he gave it to her, pushing his cock into her mouth, letting her tongue lube his shaft first and then pushing deeper, repeating and going a little deeper. The sight of her lips stretching around his girth was so fucking beautiful he knew he’d never get over it. Adding to that was the beauty of her in the ropes and the look in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
Flames rushed down his spine, tore through his body like a fireball straight to his groin. He spent a few minutes letting her get used to his cock, the size of it in her mouth. The angle that helped to open her throat. He bent over her slowly and then pulled back, allowing her to get used to losing the security of his gaze, which kept her feeling safe and focused. When he’d established a rhythm, he cupped the side of her face.
“I’m going to give you something new, baby. Keep taking me deeper. Work at taking me deeper after each breath. You ready for this?”
He kept his gaze fixed on hers. She didn’t stop sucking hard, her tongue lashing at him. He pulled back to give her air. She nodded. Her eyes said yes, even with liquid swimming in them. He touched her face to give her courage and show his approval. Very slowly he bent over her, his cock sliding deeper, taking care not to allow his body to shake. He had to appear to be in control.
He had to be careful. He couldn’t see her expression. He didn’t want her to panic. She couldn’t talk nor could she fight him. He had to be aware of the subtlest body movement. He already had gotten her rhythm, when she needed air, but she no longer had the reassurance of his eyes. He timed the first withdrawal of his cock so she could see that she could rely on him to give her the air she would need. When he pushed deep, he smacked her pussy a little harder than he had before and then flicked her clit before sucking it. Her entire body quivered.
Shturm, do you feel her cat close? It makes no sense that she rose when the others were near but disappeared when you came close to her. Flambé is extremely strong, but right now she is vulnerable and in a weakened state. Reach out to Flamme. Draw her to you. Now, Shturm. God, you’d better do your part because I can’t hold out.
His leopard rose while his hips thrust over and over, sending his cock into her mouth, matching the rhythm of his hand smacking her. He sucked her clit, using his tongue to fuck her the way his cock was using her mouth. He felt his leopard close to the surface, the male nearly as ferocious in that moment as he was, demanding his mate.
His head was already nearly exploding with the way her mouth felt so tight around his cock. It was difficult to force himself to pull back. His cock was at her throat. She was good at controlling her gag reflex and this time he smacked harder, flicked and sucked. Then it was several smacks. He was adding fucking her with his fingers, flicking and sucking as he was gently pushing his hips deeper each time he let her have air.
It was difficult to think, almost impossible. He knew he had to stay in control. This was dangerous all the way around, but she was pulling hard at his cock with her fierce suction, surrounding him with a scorching, moist fire so tight she was squeezing and then lashing him with her velvet tongue as he pulled back. The feeling was unlike anything he’d experienced.
He felt his leopard close to the surface, moving in him, a fierce beast, demanding the female come close. At once her presence was there, her heat adding to the fire in Flambé’s body. Sevastyan felt the change, the added sensitivity. Already Flambé’s nerve endings were extremely responsive to the merest touch. A brush of his finger, no matter how light, could set a flame going off in her bloodstream. He was tuned to the slightest change in his partner when he worked with someone. He had to be. He’d never known any woman’s body to be as sensitive as Flambé’s body was.
As the female leopard came closer to the surface and her hormones merged with Flambé’s, the sensations he created when he smacked and flicked her heightened the coiling tension in her belly, in her sex. He’d deliberately chosen a new sexual technique to incite the leopard as well as Flambé.
She was rocking her hips, pushing herself into his mouth, raising her pussy to his hand, desperate for him to put out the flames he’d created, and the coiling tension that just wound tighter and tighter in her body. By now the fur would be moving under her skin, creating an itch, only now it would feel different, more like the brush of fire, strokes of flames over and over as if he was licking her with a fiery brand. Her moans vibrated through his cock, adding to the ecstasy so that he wanted to prolong the session, not end it, although he didn’t see how it was possible.
Her body was so close. His was too. He wanted to feel the tight clasp of her throat and this time he pushed deep, all the way, letting his cock feel that squeeze while he spanked her soaked pussy hard enough to bring her to a violent orgasm. Between his mouth, fingers and smacking palm he prolonged the orgasm while he rocketed long jets of hot semen over and over into her. It was all he could do to keep his feet and pull back so she could breathe.
Sevastyan, in all his years of dark sexual practices, had never experienced such a violent or long, intense release like that one. His body felt like he had been thrown into another world, a fiery ascension that took him to a place of pure feeling. He looked down at her face. Pure beauty. She coughed once but managed to keep breathing, not choke.
He waited, catching his breath, his gaze fixed on her face assessing her the entire time. He needed to make certain she was all right, that he hadn’t hurt or damaged her. Above all else, her safety came first. After that, he wanted her addiction to him to grow. That was very, very important. Something was terribly wrong between them and he absolutely knew that the only real possibility he had to keep Flambé tied to him was the sex that no one else could give her. He was going to give her things that would blow her mind. Things she’d never thought of. Things she knew she’d never get anywhere else or from anyone else.
Her lashes fluttered but she didn’t quite open her eyes. When he was certain he was able, he walked across the room to the small bar and retrieved a bottle of cold water for her. He took his time, looking casual as he returned to gently lift her head and hold the bottle to her lips.
“What did you think, malen’koye plamya? Is that something you like? Would you want to do it again in a different way? I wanted to distract you the first time to see if you would enjoy it. Your body seemed to, but sometimes the head doesn’t always agree with the body.” He brushed a kiss over her temple. Kept it tender. Loving even. He felt tender and loving toward her, but he knew he had to be careful of giving her too many of those gestures when she didn’t want them from him.
She drank slowly, letting the cool water trickle over her throat. He was a big man and her throat had to be sore. The water had to feel good. When she turned her face away from the bottle, he lowered her head back down over the chair. She wasn’t finished and she would expect him to insist they finish their ritual. He stepped close to give her access, drinking from the same bottle, resting one hand on the ropes as he leaned toward her mouth.
Her tongue felt exquisite as she lapped at him. There was nothing so decadent as his woman taking care of him in the early-morning hours after the blow job of the century. Her face was smeared with his seed when she finished, and she looked disheveled and well used.
Again, he needed a minute to get himself under control and he spent it looking at her, assessing her. Thanking the universe that she was in it with him. Her tight red curls were wet and gleaming with their combined sex and when he opened the privacy screen they glistened along with her thighs. He picked up the camera and slowly walked around her, taking shots from every angle.
“You do look beautiful, Flambé. I want to have a book of my ties with you as my model. The ropes always look so good against your skin.” Deliberately he moved close to take a picture of her spread legs. “And you react so beautifully to erotic bondage.”
He turned away from her, putting the camera down so he could pull the knots loose. He was always careful not to leave her tied too long. She was building up her stamina, but she wasn’t ready to stay for any prolonged period of time. He checked her pulse and her hands, legs, arms and feet for warmth and then pulled her onto his lap to rock her gently.
“Woman, I’ve told you a million times, I don’t share.” He nuzzled the top of her head. “We both need a shower and then you can show me what you’ve been working on for our garden. I’ve got a few ideas I want to talk to you about so you can keep them in mind when you’re designing.”
She cuddled into him the way she did after he tied her. It was the only time he got that from her and he savored every second he had with her. She felt small and fragile to him, when now that he knew her, he was well aware that wasn’t the truth at all.
“There’s going to be so much room, Sevastyan. Almost too much. I think we’re going to have to do this in sections, otherwise it will be too overwhelming.” Her voice was very low, husky, and she sounded distracted. Still very much on edge.
“That’s what you said when I wanted to build up the little wooded area to a much larger forest.” He rubbed his chin again over the top of her hair.
Sevastyan massaged Flambé’s arms and breasts, a firm rub that was very sensual, circling her nipples and then moving his fingers down to her belly to massage there as well. She was still experiencing little ripples, aftershocks that shook her. He could feel them moving through her body and his massage added to the sensations. He wanted to keep those sensations going, just for a little while longer.
She moaned and turned her head into his chest, spreading her legs for him as he pushed his fist against her wet, inflamed pussy, his knuckles rubbing. She pressed down tight, riding his knuckles as he continued the massage, his teeth biting her shoulder, tongue soothing, then teeth stinging again.
Shturm, keep talking to your female. I want you to coax her to the surface. You are going to reclaim her, just in case, for some reason, she didn’t understand the first time what that meant. She’s young and it’s her first cycle. We need to know if she realizes you are her mate.
Sevastyan very gently pulled his fist out from between Flambé’s legs. She made a low sound of protest and tried to catch at his wrist to hold his knuckles in place there. He nuzzled her bare neck again, and then wrapped his arms around her tight, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs sliding over her nipples. He bit down on her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her delicate skin. She cried out and rocked her hips, sliding one leg over his thigh, trying to find a way to ease the terrible building pressure between her legs.
The male leopard pushed at him, rubbing close to the surface. The female was close, unable to resist with Flambé in such a highly sexual state. She stretched and rolled, flirting outrageously with Shturm. She pressed against Flambé and made it known that she wanted out soon. That she wanted her mate.
Be gentle, Shturm. Make it count. Don’t make a mistake. Clearly, she’s in her first life cycle and doesn’t know what she’s doing. If you want her and you’re absolutely certain she’s your mate, you claim her and let her know no other male is going to take what’s ours. That we’ll fight to the death for them. She didn’t get that the first time around.
Holding Flambé tight, Sevastyan shifted just his head and allowed the male leopard to take that form.
Hurry, Sevastyan hissed to the cat, knowing Flambé was too weak to stop the female from responding if she had been doing so, but he didn’t like her in need without meeting that need. Not when it was so acute.
Shturm didn’t waste time. He sank his teeth into the back of Flambé’s shoulder, calling to the female, sending her reassurance that he was strong and fierce and that no other male could defeat him. That he would fight for her and defend her. That his claim on her would always stand. No other male would ever harm her or Flambé. His human was as fierce and protective as he was and would take equal care of Flambé.
The female rose to him, touching the edges of his teeth, accepting the claim for the second time. She stayed close this time, pressing toward the male, assuring him with images that he was her choice.
Ask her why she is taking so long to emerge. Sevastyan kept his arms tight around Flambé, locking her to him, his large hands completely covering her breasts, her nipples pressing deep into his palms. He rolled his wrists so that the massage was subtle, but kept pressure on those twin points of flame. Her hips rocked and bucked against his thigh.
Flambé fears you. Shturm shifted, giving back the form, retreating to allow Sevastyan to process the answer the female leopard had given the male in stark images. She holds Flamme back.
Sevastyan dipped his head low to kiss the wounds on Flambé’s shoulder, wondering why Flambé would be afraid of him. What she would fear. She didn’t fear being tied in the rope when she was the most vulnerable. That was when she was the most honest of all.
“I love that you’re so sensitive,” he whispered, his thumb sliding over her nipple. “When I clamp you, you shudder with pleasure. Your entire body responds.”
“I don’t, not all the time. Sometimes the smallest sensation and I burn. I know that’s why I need sex all the time. Even fabric against my skin can make me start to burn. It’s the worst. Or my hair falling down my back, which is why I try to wear it up all the time.”
She was giving him all kinds of ammunition, things he could use to help her, but things, when they were playing erotic Kinbaku together, he could use to add to her sexual needs. He slid one hand lower, to her belly, massaged there while his other played with her breast. He understood now why she liked rough. Why she responded to a rougher touch and not a gentle one.
“Sometimes if I wear a thong, the types of lace between my cheeks will start to rub and then this fire starts building until I need something or someone to put it out. I don’t understand why I’m like this. I tried to talk to other strawberry leopards, the females, but they didn’t want to talk about it. They would burst into tears and turn away, so my guess is we’re all the same. It has to be our skin, our nerve endings too close to the surface or something.”
She pressed her hand over her other breast and rocked her hips harder. When that didn’t help, she tried to close her legs as if she could rub her thighs together, but he had her on his lap and he kept his legs wide, preventing her from getting relief that way. His hand slid lower, massaging her mound, his knuckles dipping low to rub her wet lips and then back up to trail through her tight curls.
“I need sex all the time.” There was a small sob in her voice and she pressed her face tight against his chest.
“You’ve got me now, Flambé. You don’t have to go to bars every night, or try to find someone to help you out during the day. I just happen to have a voracious sex drive, as you well know. We were meant to be.” He let a ghost of a smile creep into his tone.
Her hand slid down his arm to grasp his wrist. Once again, she tried to push his fist between her legs. He didn’t let her. Instead, he put his mouth against her ear. “Tell me what you want, malen’koye plamya.”
Her entire body trembled. “You know that’s so hard for me. To ask for anything sexual.”
“You weren’t listening properly, baby, and if you were in the ropes, you would be waiting a long time before you’d get relief, but you’re in a terrible state so I’ll let you figure it out. Think about what I said to you.” He had made it a command. In the bedroom, he commanded.
She hesitated. “I still need your cock, Sevastyan.”
It was a whisper, in that husky voice that reminded him of his cock down her throat. Every time he heard her speak in that tone, images and feelings immediately rose of the spectacular fireworks she’d produce
d in his body. There was no one like Flambé. No other match for him.
Her head tilted back and her eyes filled with dark lust, somewhere between gold and green. His cock was already aware with the cats so close and both females throwing off enough hormones to bring every leopard snarling and fighting for a mate within a hundred miles running to them. Still, he waited.
Her tongue moistened her dry lips. His seed was all over her face, shiny, beginning to dry. She was a mess but sexy as hell to a shifter who needed a woman willing to have the kind of dirty sex he needed. He was voracious in his appetites and kinks. He wanted one woman but he wanted her devoted to him. Willing to indulge him.
“Please.”
His heart felt as if a vise squeezed it hard. “You need me, baby, you know I’m yours.” Very gently, his hands went to her waist and he lifted and turned her so her body faced his. “Straddle me.”
Blood from Shturm’s puncture wounds still trickled down her shoulders, but she hadn’t even seemed to notice that he’d reclaimed the female, or that part of her extreme sensitivity was due to her cat being close. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and held him steady as she slowly sank down, sheathing him in her tight folds. She threw her head back as her burning folds engulfed him.
He wanted to do a little head throwing of his own. She was pure scorching fire. The look on her face, a kind of ecstasy, only added to the beauty as she rode him, sliding over his cock, her muscles squeezing tight. He caught her hips and slowed her down, not allowing the frantic pace she tried to set.
“Shh, baby, relax, take it slow and easy,” he coaxed, setting the rhythm. Her body was a silken sheath, so scorching hot, grabbing at him with greedy fingers and squeezing down over and over as she pumped her sexy pussy over his cock.
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