Rough Surrender by Cari Silverwood Page A

risked a glance at his face. Mr. Meisner had a look of utter concentration. She curled her tongue and swirled all along the length as his cock cruised past. In, suck, swirl, out... He drew a long, sibilant breath and sped up the thrusts into her mouth. She twisted her hands in the cord. When she relaxed her throat, he grunted and his hands tightened in her hair. Yes, she could do this.
    He pulled out and tilted up her head.
    What now? She looked back at him while licking the taste off her lips. He chuckled, then bent down, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. With hands tied behind her and head downward at his back, she could only wriggle.
    “Mr. Meisner! Put me down.” She hissed the words through her teeth.
    “Don’t move!” he smacked her once on the bottom. The sting shot through her.
    “Ow!” But she stilled–landing headfirst on the floor because he’d dropped her seemed unwise. Besides, that smack had hurt.
    Four or five strides and he plonked her onto the bed. More pillows were sorted, only this time he set her up with her head down and nearly dangling off the bed.
    “I figured we needed you a bit more distracted, my dear. Open your mouth.”
    Damnation, what was it this time? She scowled up at him but he inserted his cock into her mouth again. Only this time she felt his hand slipping along her cleft. The way he skated his fingers up and down while he pushed in and out of her mouth made her forget precisely where her tongue was, and soon, altogether which bit was anywhere, except she needed to moan and suck at the same time.
    She arched her mound at his mouth or whatever part of him played wet games down there. He was inside her mouth and her pussy at the same time. As his cock forced its way in, so did fingers and tongue. She gasped around him and hummed, tried to spread her legs, clenched and tried to free her hands from where they lay under her back, and couldn’t. The throbbing heat, the slip and juicy slide almost undid her. She tensed, bowing upward as much as she could. With one last thrust, Mr. Meisner stopped with his cock as deep as it would go. Hot liquid spurted inside her mouth, filling her. She swallowed it down, needing it gone so she could, so...and everything down between her thighs...stopped. No . Not much more and that pressure would send her into oblivion again. More. Just a little .
    He lifted himself off her and shifted her around so she lay flat on the bed then propped himself on his elbow at her side.
    “More, please.” She squirmed her bottom on the bed and looked up at his brown eyes–pleading.
    “Enough.” He tapped her nose then kissed her softly on the lips. “You’ve had your share. I’m going to untie you and then we both need to get some sleep. I’ll leave before dawn and organize for your luggage to be sent here from the Orient.”
    Enough? After doing that to her he was going to leave her like this? A sweet hunger possessed her groin. She made a frustrated noise in her throat.
    “Was that a growl, little vixen?”
    “No?” she said, hoping he’d accept the slight lie.
    He dragged her in close and draped his leg over her thigh, shaped his hand to her pussy and left it there. “You forget I still have you at my mercy.” Though quiet, his voice hinted at baritone depths.
    Oh, no, she had not forgotten she was at his mercy. Not when he looked clear through her like that, as if he saw into her darkest corners and unearthed her very last secret. Not when she lay sprawled on the bed naked with her breasts and pussy thrust upward by her bound arms under her back. Heat radiated from under his hand where it cupped her mound, like a minor sun melting its way into her flesh.
    “No, sir. I’ve not,” she managed, voice low and rough. To better appreciate his touch she half lowered her lids.
    “Good.”
    Incredulous, yearning, she watched him descend on her breast, take the nipple into his mouth and, sweet heavens above, suck like a man who’d found a morsel