Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Natalie Rosewood

OCTAVIA’S TIME
    The Klawinken 1
     
    NATALIE ROSEWOOD
    Copyright © 2011
     

     
Prologue
     
    Octavia lay blindfolded and naked against a cold, hard floor. Her arms had been pulled above her head and her legs spread wide apart by leather straps that held her wrists and ankles in place. She was completely exposed and vulnerable to the man she knew was watching her. Even without being able to see him, she sensed his presence and wished for him to use her in the most obscene ways. As if reading her mind, she heard his laugh close the distance between them, mocking her before his breath covered her lips, opening them with his tongue. He lowered his muscled body on top of hers to rub his long, hard cock against her stomach as his kiss deepened to suck out what little breath she had left. She ached to have him inside her but knew he was not ready to satisfy her yet. He moved away from her. She whimpered, not wanting his body or lips to leave her own. If she wasn’t bound, she would have followed him, but her body was not hers to control.
    From behind her, a woman’s voice whispered, “Listen, and know that I am the one that gives him pleasure, not you.”
    Soft moans and suckling noises confirmed the man she desired was being taken into the mouth of another. She cried out in anguish. Why was he not allowing her to pleasure him? It was agony, lying there helpless to do anything but listen to the woman’s sensual moan of gratification as she pleasured the man that filled Octavia’s dreams. She heard his groan of release, followed by the warm splash of his seed that covered her pussy, her breasts, and her stomach. Too quickly, a small warm tongue licked all traces of him from her body. She arched her back in defiance, hating this woman. Small teeth latched onto one of her nubs painfully, pulling it hard. She whimpered.
    “Bitch,” the woman whispered into her ear before Octavia heard the sharp sound of a slap, followed by a feminine yelp. She hoped her tormentor’s retreating ass had felt the sting of the man’s displeasure. More than likely, her heart dropped, it was a reward for licking his cum from her body with such thoroughness.
    Finally, she felt him kneel between her legs. She tugged at the restraints for release, arching her body, forcing her breasts outward. She felt her pussy gush when he reached down to stroke her inner thighs that were already wet with her juices. She moaned, biting her lip, practically drawing blood when his fingers worked their own kind of exquisite torture by parting her outer and then inner labia. He twisted her puffy little clit gently between his thumb and index finger. She responded with a groan. “Please make me come for you,” she begged. This form of lovemaking tantalized her every sense. The unknown stranger who came to her when she slept knew her body’s needs better than she did herself.
    She strained against her bonds as he began to fuck her with first one and then two fingers. Her pussy welcomed what he offered. When he replaced his fingers with his tongue, she cried out, unable to stop the sensations of pure ecstasy that coursed through her center, causing her orgasm to spill outward from her warmth onto his tongue. Shivers of pure bliss shook her from the inside out. She heard him moan as he lifted his body to cover hers. He cupped her face, kissing her deeply, the musky taste of her pleasure on his lips. His tongue slowly caressed the inside of her mouth as he had her pussy, prolonging her orgasm until she drifted into the darkness.
    Octavia woke with a start and rolled over onto her side and stared at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table. It was three o’clock in the morning. If only she could just close her eyes and go to sleep, but she knew from experience that wasn’t likely to happen. Instead, she drew her naked body upward to sit on the edge of the bed and leaned over to turn on the lamp next to the clock. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the full-length