As her fingernail scraped the sensitive spot just in front of his asshole, lights danced in his vision.
And when she released his junk, the blood flowed straight to his dick, which was already straining against the leather strands wrapped around it.
His head fell back on the pillow as every muscle in his body turned rigid.
He needed to come. So. Fucking. Bad.
When she smiled at him—hell, that was almost enough to get him off. She was magnificent, all naked, her skin a golden tan. High, full breasts with tight nipples. Heavy-lidded eyes. Mouth swollen from his kisses. She looked like one of those female sex demons—a succubus—the ones no man could resist.
As she bent closer, her hair spilled over his groin in silky sweetness and her sultry laugh stroked his skin with warmth. And then he felt…
Oh, Jesus, she wouldn’t…
She did.
Her tongue traced over the head of his cock. The wet heat circled the slit and licked over the leather. His erection managed to engorge even further. The laces grew painfully tight as she teased him. Nipped the helmet. Sucked lightly.
His body started to shake. His clenched hands cramped around the oak spindles. The groan that escaped him couldn’t have come from anything living.
“All right, Benjamin. I think you’re ready, and I’ll even give you a choice today. Do you want me to ride you or do you want the top?”
Could he talk without shouting? He breathed out—and swore he could still feel her fingernails on his nipples. “Top. Please. Mistress.”
Her disconcertingly strong, delicate hands stroked up and down his thighs. “So be it. When I release the last strand and after I put a condom on you, you may let go of the headboard and jump me.”
Her lips curved in an innocent smile, as if she’d just agreed he could have a cookie rather than permitting him to fuck her senseless. She was screwing with his mind as easily as she’d tormented his body. Sadist.
And he’d never been so hard in his damned life. What did that make him?
She, ever so slowly, unwound each leather strip, and he felt the blood rush back into his dick, like the ocean at high tide. His eyes strained as he watched her finally, unhurriedly undo the last strand.
She rolled a condom onto him, inch-by-fucking-inch.
Her gaze met his.
He was on her so fast she didn’t have a chance in hell of resisting.
Like a mindless barbarian, he tossed her on her back, shoved her legs open, and speared her in one brutal move. As all that heat sheathed him, he froze, teetering on the edge.
He hadn’t lost control like that since he’d been a teenager.
Snugged up tight to his groin, his balls throbbed with the pressure of an imminent explosion.
Sweating, he fought himself back. If she moved—moved at all—he’d go off.
She didn’t move.
With a slow inhalation, he backed away from the precipice and opened his eyes.
Her rich brown hair tumbled gloriously over the pillow. Her face was flushed with heat. And her eyes were filled with approval as she smiled at him. “I’m impressed, guard dog.”
“You should be,” he growled. “I may never walk again.”
At her laugh, her cunt constricted around him, and he sucked in air. Not yet. Please. Jesus, when he started thrusting, he wasn’t going to last long at all. “I want you to come too. First. But—”
“Benjamin, if you didn’t get off quickly now, I’d consider myself a failure.” She grinned and picked up a remote control box from beside the pillow. “You probably didn’t notice, but I’m going to help out here.”
A small buzzing started, and he felt the vibration on his pubic bone. He lifted up slightly. Carefully. She wore some triangle thing that covered her clit and vibrated. Fucking awesome…but when had she put it on?
“Do I get the remote?” he asked hopefully.
She actually laughed. “No.”
Damn, he liked a woman who knew her mind. And his.
As the vibrator worked its magic, he watched a flush creep up her chest, her neck, her face. Propping himself up with one hand, he used the other to enjoy her breasts. She filled his big hand just right—so firm and round. Her nipples were as rigid as small bullets. He plucked them, rolled them, making them lengthen, and enjoying the hell out of her soft sounds of enjoyment.
Her cunt tightened around him.
Almost. Almost.
“Can I get you to put your legs around my waist, Ma’am?” He totally wanted her elegant little heels thumping just above his ass when he started hammering into her.
She looked up at him in consideration. Still in control—the woman was superhuman.
Anne had to admit, it was getting difficult to think. She was damned close to coming with the butterfly vibrator on high and all that thickness of him inside her. The man was truly hung like a bull.