Breathe by Lauren Jameson

panties to one side and bared the triangle of russet curls that lay beneath.
    “Very pretty.” His murmur was so close to her flesh that she could feel his breath misting warmly over her lower lips.
    She barely had time to register what he was about to do, and then his thumbs were parting her flesh and his tongue was sweeping into the crevice in between.
    “Oh my God,” she choked out as her entire body rocked, pulling on the chains that held her legs apart, her arms above her head. The clanking of the metal reminded her that she couldn’t do anything but accept what he was doing to her, not unless she wanted to use her safe word.
    As his tongue swirled over the hard nub of her clit, Samantha discovered that she really, really didn’t want to use her safe word.
    “That’s right,” Elijah murmured against her, his tongue flicking over her with a teasing touch. “You don’t have the control here. All you can do is accept what I give you. It’s not your choice. Your body is not yours right now. It’s mine.”
    His words worked at something inside her. They released the feelings that she had been storing away, the ones she hadn’t allowed herself to fully explore. They exploded free, combining in a dizzying arousal that washed over her and made her shake.
    “So responsive.” Elijah swept his tongue through her cleft again. “You like that. You like the idea of not being in control.”
    Samantha liked it so much that she felt the tensions that signaled climax already coiling inside her. She was amazed—he’d brought her to climax quickly the day before, but she’d thought it was a onetime occurrence. But once again she found herself so aroused by the touch of his hand that she knew she could come again, and soon.
    Except . . . oh, he’d said . . .
    She wasn’t allowed to come until he told her she could. For reasons she didn’t quite understand, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
    “Eli . . .” Samantha tried to tense her body, to hold off the rising wave of pleasure. “Oh, please stop . . . I’m going to . . .”
    Elijah withdrew his mouth just for a moment, then slid his tongue all the way inside her, and it was all Samantha could do not to scream.
    “Do you want me to stop?” Elijah caught her clit between his two thumbs, dragged the rough edge of calluses over the tender flesh, and Samantha shuddered. “Tell me the truth.”
    “No . . . God, no.” She was a live wire, a bomb about to explode. “But . . . you said . . . you said I can’t . . .”
    “Come for me, Samantha.” Removing his mouth from her lower lips, he stood, his body pressing against hers all the way up. He wrapped a fist in the length of her braid and tugged her head back until the line of her neck was exposed. “Come for me now.”
    He closed his teeth over the tender spot where her pulse beat, just below her jawline. Samantha’s muscles sagged, then snapped tight like a rubber band. Pleasure whipped through her, blinding her, stealing her hearing, her breath.
    She loved it. She hated it.
    Elijah was there holding her as she rode out the unexpected storm. She cried out, pulled on her chains until it hurt, but the bliss went on and on.
    When it finally faded, Samantha was left wide-eyed and stunned, staring incredulous at Elijah.
    “What the fuck was that?” she asked when she was finally able to speak. This time he couldn’t hold back his amusement, and he shook with laughter as he undid the cuffs holding up her arms and massaged the skin that had chafed against the metal.
    “ That was good,” he said, his hand stroking lightly over her back. She could feel the rock-hard length of his erection as he held her to him, and she arched her hips in invitation, wanting to give back some of the pleasure that he’d just given her.
    To her confusion, he pulled away.
    “Did you like it?” His face was serious, those intense blue eyes searching her face, trying to read her.
    Samantha furrowed her