was gorgeous.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been subjected to such a thorough examination,” he teased.
“Like what you see?”
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She glanced up and saw him regarding her perusal with humor in his eyes. “I love what I see.”
“Go get on the bed. I feel the need to fuck you, very badly.” She giggled at his command, walking toward the king-sized bed. The duvet was thick and soft and she admired it as she pulled it down to reveal honest-to-God silk sheets.
She felt Will’s cock brush against her spine, his breath hot on her neck. “Crawl in.” He helped her up onto the high bed, following her under the sheets. She wondered how she was stopping herself from jumping on top of him. Her overwhelming need had only grown since dinner and it was taking every ounce of strength in her body to remain calm.
“Lie on your back,” he said, positioning her in the center of the bed. He lay beside her, propped on his elbow so—although he wasn’t on top of her—she felt covered and wonderfully trapped beneath him.
“I asked you once how far you would go. Do you remember your answer, Keira?” She nodded. “I said as far as you would take me.”
“Give me your hands.”
She complied, surprised when he dragged them above her head and secured them to the center of the headboard with restraints she hadn’t noticed before.
“I want to touch you,” she said, her voice protesting this continued bondage.
He shook his head. “Not this time. There are too many things I want to do to your lovely body and your hands will just be in the way.”
“Will,” she whispered, the image of him taking her overpowering every other thought in her mind. “I need you.”
“Then you’ll have me,” he assured her. “But first…” He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a long black scarf. He tied it around her eyes and she was plunged into immediate darkness. The sensation only heightened her already powerful 87
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arousal and reminded her of his lessons on the senses when they’d worked on her writing.
“Take me into your mouth.” She felt him shift on the bed, felt the head of his cock nudge at her lips and she opened them, hungry for the taste of him. This blowjob felt different from her first experience with him in the fitting room. He was rougher, more commanding. His hands engulfed her head as he drove his cock into her mouth. This felt less like a blowjob and more like—
“Your mouth was made to be fucked,” he said as he moved in deeply. She savored the feeling of his possession as she took him to the back of her throat, anxious to have his come fill her mouth again.
She cried out when, on one retreat, he pulled all the way out. His lips swallowed her complaints, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock just seconds earlier.
She gasped for breath before demanding, “More,” when he finally broke the kiss.
“Not this time,” he said as he moved down on the bed. His knees bumped into her ass as he nudged her thighs apart and she felt him kneeling between her legs. His lessons in his office on the value of using all her senses were certainly coming in handy now. Without her sight, everything he was doing to her felt stronger, more powerful.
His hands spread her legs apart and his hot breath teased the aching flesh of her pussy.
“God,” she gasped when his tongue slowly traveled along the slit between her legs before stopping at her clit.
“I didn’t get my dessert earlier,” he said as he used the tip of his tongue to press down on the sensitive nerves, driving her to the height of madness.
“Have—to—come,” she gasped.
“Not until I say so,” he said, his voice harsh, commanding.
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His tongue returned to her flesh, exploring and taunting every inch of her before entering her. She struggled to breathe as he drove his tongue in and out, fucking her in a way she’d never been fucked before.
She stiffened
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been subjected to such a thorough examination,” he teased.
“Like what you see?”
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Come Monday
She glanced up and saw him regarding her perusal with humor in his eyes. “I love what I see.”
“Go get on the bed. I feel the need to fuck you, very badly.” She giggled at his command, walking toward the king-sized bed. The duvet was thick and soft and she admired it as she pulled it down to reveal honest-to-God silk sheets.
She felt Will’s cock brush against her spine, his breath hot on her neck. “Crawl in.” He helped her up onto the high bed, following her under the sheets. She wondered how she was stopping herself from jumping on top of him. Her overwhelming need had only grown since dinner and it was taking every ounce of strength in her body to remain calm.
“Lie on your back,” he said, positioning her in the center of the bed. He lay beside her, propped on his elbow so—although he wasn’t on top of her—she felt covered and wonderfully trapped beneath him.
“I asked you once how far you would go. Do you remember your answer, Keira?” She nodded. “I said as far as you would take me.”
“Give me your hands.”
She complied, surprised when he dragged them above her head and secured them to the center of the headboard with restraints she hadn’t noticed before.
“I want to touch you,” she said, her voice protesting this continued bondage.
He shook his head. “Not this time. There are too many things I want to do to your lovely body and your hands will just be in the way.”
“Will,” she whispered, the image of him taking her overpowering every other thought in her mind. “I need you.”
“Then you’ll have me,” he assured her. “But first…” He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a long black scarf. He tied it around her eyes and she was plunged into immediate darkness. The sensation only heightened her already powerful 87
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arousal and reminded her of his lessons on the senses when they’d worked on her writing.
“Take me into your mouth.” She felt him shift on the bed, felt the head of his cock nudge at her lips and she opened them, hungry for the taste of him. This blowjob felt different from her first experience with him in the fitting room. He was rougher, more commanding. His hands engulfed her head as he drove his cock into her mouth. This felt less like a blowjob and more like—
“Your mouth was made to be fucked,” he said as he moved in deeply. She savored the feeling of his possession as she took him to the back of her throat, anxious to have his come fill her mouth again.
She cried out when, on one retreat, he pulled all the way out. His lips swallowed her complaints, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock just seconds earlier.
She gasped for breath before demanding, “More,” when he finally broke the kiss.
“Not this time,” he said as he moved down on the bed. His knees bumped into her ass as he nudged her thighs apart and she felt him kneeling between her legs. His lessons in his office on the value of using all her senses were certainly coming in handy now. Without her sight, everything he was doing to her felt stronger, more powerful.
His hands spread her legs apart and his hot breath teased the aching flesh of her pussy.
“God,” she gasped when his tongue slowly traveled along the slit between her legs before stopping at her clit.
“I didn’t get my dessert earlier,” he said as he used the tip of his tongue to press down on the sensitive nerves, driving her to the height of madness.
“Have—to—come,” she gasped.
“Not until I say so,” he said, his voice harsh, commanding.
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His tongue returned to her flesh, exploring and taunting every inch of her before entering her. She struggled to breathe as he drove his tongue in and out, fucking her in a way she’d never been fucked before.
She stiffened
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