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I managed to eat slowly, determined to not be at his mercy. He seemed to like that. But with every sip of wine
and scorching gaze he masturbated me with, it
got more difficult. My body was loose and warm, hot in places, ready to be touched.
And licked.
And sucked.
Oh God, and
mercilessly
fucked.

I finally set my fork down and dabbed my mouth, careful of my perfect lipstick. It was the good stuff t
hough
, likely to last through a sex mara
thon.
“I’m so in love now. Are you a chef on the side?”

His smile reached clear to my clit.
The amount of moisture this man created between my legs might have been funny if I weren’t so hot and bothered.

He stood and made his way to my chair, his erection seeming to strain to get there first. All I could think was
dessert.
He held his hand out for me to take. I met his gaze, trying to be coy
, b
ut with my pulse roaring in my ears, I couldn’t remember what th
e
word even meant.

I placed my hand in his
and h
e pulled me to my feet, his
eyes
taking in the
half
of me
hidden during dinner. Instinct nearly made me cover my gut
, or look at how much it had grown
. It was a lot less of a gut
than when we’d met,
but after
that amazing meal
, I hated to think what he was seeing.

“Damn you’re beautiful,” he whispered, pulling me to him.

I refrained from touching, not wanting to be denied again. Instead I stared into his eyes, waiting like a good girl, hoping to be rewarded.

He slid one finger along
my aching slit,
shooting
a
desire surge that turned my breath into whimpers.
His gaze grew stormy as he leaned in till his lips hovered next to mine
,
erratic breath warm
ing
me through and through.
“You
missed me?” He continued stroking oh so slowly over my lace soaked lips, pressing in barely when he reached my clit.

I gasped my yes and reached a finger and stroked it along his hard cock. His breath caught and his cock jerked at
my
touch. “You missed me?”

His finger slid inside
the edge of
my panties and found my clit. “Yes.” He drew soft circles over it, making my legs weak.

I slipped my hand in the band of his BVD’s and found the head of his wet cock
.
“Me too.”
I
spread the slippery moisture all over the ridge
, loving the agony it brought to his brows.

He suddenly caught my wrist, stilling my hand, a groan straining through him.
Mmm
. He
took my hand in his
. “
Come with
me.”

I followed him, planning on just that. He led me to a room of utter masculinity. Everything was thick and bold in it, from the hulking poster bed, to the severe black and red colors.

My heart raced at seeing what was on the bed.
Things to tie a person up with.

Chapter Twelve

Fear and excitement stormed my stomach. He paused at feeling my hesitation and turned to me.
Several seconds of silence passed before he spoke. “
Let me.”

It was
n
’
t a command. Not even a statement.
But a need that turned his voice hoarse.

I followed him,
yearning
more than anything
to erase that need.

W
e stood next to the bed
and
he pulled me in his embrace, roaming
his firm hands
over my back and butt. “Thank you.” He brushed his lips along my cheek,
then
claimed my mouth when I presented it. I gripped his ass while he kissed me, pressing his cock into my lower stomach.

He finally broke the kiss, winded.
“On the bed.”

His
firm
directive shot electricity through me.
Instinct said don’t
be tied up. Don’t be at another’s mercy. Don’t be stupid.

I climbed on the bed and sat in the middle
, looking at him for signs
that
this was a bad idea
.
What I found was his BVD’s gone and his cock straining. The only warning I got was from my own body, advising me not to back out or it’d be so pissed.

He climbed on the bed behind me and slid my hair away from my neck. His hot breath heated my skin as he kissed along the column while moving my hands slowly behind me. I closed my eyes.
Relax. Enjoy it. You’re safe with him.

Soft
material tightened on my wrists. “Is that too tight?”

The concern in his
voice,
melted my fear. “No, feels good.
Can be tighter.”

He pressed his cock into my shoulder with a groan as he tightened it more.

I gasped. “Yes, that’s good.”

Another strap went around my elbows, pulling them back. “Tell me when it hurts.”

“That’s enough,” I
cried
, when it began to pull to the point of painful.

“Sorry.” He tied it. “Is it okay like that?” He continued to rub the wet head of his cock on my shoulder.

I turned my head toward it.
“Yes, it’s wonderful.” My tits
strained against the lacey material and he moved his cock to my lips, rubbing it softly
.
I leaned, hungry for it, sucking the head into my mouth.

He growled and pulled back. “Not yet.”

God.
I never wanted anything so much.

“Are you flexible?”
He moved to my feet.

“Depends.”

He tied silk around one ankle, then the other. He pulled my legs wide open then reached under the bed and
produced
another strap
. He secured one leg and
went around the bed and did the same to the other,
tying when I gasped from the pull
.

He s
tepped back and s
tudied the final product with a scorching look
i
n his
eyes
.
Like he’d explode if he stared too long.
He climbed on the bed again and I was officially incapacitated and helpless, my chest heaving with adrenalin.
Now what.
“Isn’t there…supposed to be like, a safe-word?”

He knelt before me and peeled one side of my bra down over my jutted breast.
“
Safe-word?”
He teased the hard bud with the wet head of his cock. “I love your nipples.” He lifted his cock to my mouth and smeared juice on my lips. I opened
a
nd he pulled back a little. “Don’t suck yet. Let me.” He went back to rubbing his cock on my lips, thrusting against my closed mouth and moaning. Then he teased my nipples again.

He eased me down on my back then got a pillow and placed it under my butt,
pushing my pussy up
. Felt so good spread wide.
“Just a word I say…if I get scared. So you know to stop?”

He
lay
between my legs and
met my gaze, perplexed. “How about…I love you and would never hurt you?” He
pulled my panties aside. “I’m going to have dessert now.” He slid his tongue up and down my slit then flicked my clit rapidly. I gasped and shuddered at the intensity. “
Mmm
, yes,” he murmured, “y
ou’re going to come really hard for me.”

I cried out when he ripped the panties and buried his lips between mine, kissing my clit
hungrily
.

“Oh
God
, yes.”
I pumped the best I could
, feeling his finger
tickling inside my opening
.
“Do it, fuck my pussy, please.”

He continued tickling the entrance, barely going in. Pressure on my ass came next with the same teasing while his lips and tongue made love to my clit.

“God, do it.
Fuck me
Morgan
, p
lease
, I
want it.”

He
shoved his finger in as deep as he could
and flicked hard while
sucking my clit into his mouth
. H
is finger
worked
deeper into my ass in increments.
One minute of this intense
assault
and
I
broke, coming
hard, just like he
promised,
nothing to do but writhe and squirm while bound.
Made it so much hotter.
I loved it.

While still tingling from the orgasm,
Morgan knelt between my legs and slid his cock into me without warning. I arched my back as he
began to
pound into me until I screamed with it.

He pulled out
and I yelped at the sudden absence
.
I watched, breathless as he straddled my head and rubbed his balls on my mouth. “Lick them,” he
g
asped
.

I obeyed, horny as hell still.

After he let me lick and suck his balls for an entire minute, h
e got on one knee and rubbed his cock on my lips again. “Open.”

I did as he demanded, his aggressive tone sending delicious shivers over my body.

“
S
uck your cum off of me.” He latched his fingers into my hair and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth while I gazed up the rigid line of his body. He reached behind him and rolled my exposed nipple between his fingers, making me moan on his cock. He groaned and pulled back till
only the head of his shaft pumped between my lips. I flicked with my tongue and watched his head go back from the pleasure.

He
withdrew
his cock and knelt between my open legs
,
pull
ing
me up by my shoulders. The second I was upright, his lips were on mine, kissing, tasting. “
Mmm
, I love to taste my cock on your mouth.” He licked my lips. “Love knowing you just sucked it.” He
pulled the bra fabric down on
both my breasts and rubbed the backs of his fingers over my hard nipples while he kissed me breathless. He
sat close
,
his legs around me. He
stroke
d
my pussy
with two fingers
,
staring into my eyes
while doing the same
over my nipple. “You’re so wide open, I like that.” He leaned in and kissed me softly while shoving a finger inside, moaning at my gasp.
He lowered his head and sucked my nipple, nibbling a little as he added a second finger to my pussy.

“God yes.”

He suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed me while ramming his fingers into me as fast as he could. He devoured my cries with a growl, his pace continuing noisily in and out of my slick heat. He pulled out and I opened my eyes, searching for him. I felt him behind me. He eased me forward onto the bed, face down. That put my ass up, legs still spread very wide.

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, feeling his cock at my entrance, finger
s
on my ass
and
clit.

He rubbed his head over my ass then, getting it wet before poising at my entrance again. Without warning, he shoved his cock into my pussy and his finger into my ass
. “Oh yes,” he moaned. “Your ass is so tight.” His fingers wiggled softly over my clit, making
everything
contract.

He began fucking m
y ass and pussy, his fingers keeping time on my clit while I cried out into the mattress with every vigorous thrust.

“God, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I screamed.

Morgan’s finger and cock sped up. I’d never had my ass fucked like that during sex and could hardly believe how the combination felt. “Oh God, yes, fuck!” Morgan growled, his
finger  moving
frantically over my clit.
He
roared and thrust his cock and finger deep. My orgasm erupted right then and I screamed into the bed. His finger on my clit wiggled lightly while his thrusts remained long and deep.

He
finally
pulled out of me slowly and I lay there, panting and sedated.