“Ian!” A sharp exclamation of surprise left her lips as his hand landed heavily on her rear.
He chuckled in response.
“Are you paying attention, baby?”
“Duh!” She snorted at the question, the cheek of her ass tingling with fiery pleasure.
Her pussy was growing wetter by the second, and she swore her nipples were poking holes in the mattress.
“Come here.” The bed dipped beside her as she felt his arm slide beneath her, lifting her until she rested on her hands and knees. Just barely. She had to strain to stay in place as the chains tightened and she felt him lay beside her, his hair stroking the sensitive flesh of her arm as his head moved beneath her.
“Perfect,” he whispered, his breath heated and moist, caressing her nipple a second before his tongue curled around it.
Courtney jerked, crying in out in surprise as the pleasure nearly sent her careening into a release of her own.
He licked slowly, his tongue rasping the hard peak for long seconds. Then his mouth surrounded her, drawing on her tightly, near painful shards of pleasure streaking from her nipple to her womb with each sucking motion of his mouth.
Her head tossed, the pleasure wrapping around her, extreme, near painful in its intensity. Then just as quickly, it was gone.
She could hear him breathing, the sound harsh as she strained to hear him.
“Such a good little girl,” he whispered, moving up beneath her body as she shook with blind tremors of anticipation. “Give me your lips, Courtney. Kiss me, baby.”
She lowered her head frantically then, searching, finding his lips as the hunger overwhelmed her. Lips and tongues fought to get closer, to eat at the passion rising hot and fierce between them. No, not passion. But something much more fierce, more elemental. It became more than desire, more than hunger as she bucked in his embrace, her nipples rasping over his chest, her lips held and controlled by his as his tongue tasted every dewy inch of her mouth and tongue.
“No. Don’t,” she cried out as he broke the contact, searching frantically for his lips.
He found hers instead. Sipping. Nipping. He refused to take her fully, to give her the hard, dominant force of the kiss she pleaded for.
Courtney groaned in frustration as he moved again, pulling from beneath her, forcing her to hold herself in place as his hands stroked along her body. He palmed her breasts, his fingers flicking at the hard nipples.
“I could suck at those tight little tips all day,” he whispered at her shoulder. “But there’s so much more to explore, Courtney. So many ways I need to pleasure you.”
So many ways she wanted to be pleasured.
“Stay still.” She felt him moving to her rear, his hand stroking over it gently. “First, we get you ready.”
“Oh God. Ian…”
She could feel him stretching out on the bed, his damp hair caressing her thigh as his head moved between her legs.
“Stay still.” He slapped her ass as she moved to lower her pussy to his mouth.
Courtney bit her lip, straightening, panting for breath as one hand curved along her buttocks, spreading the cheeks slowly as the other moved closer.
Every muscle she possessed began to scream in pleasure as she felt the narrow tip of the lubricating tube began to slide slowly inside the tight entrance of her ass.
“Relax…” His breath caressed her clit, causing her to jerk in reaction.
She could feel her juices gathering, dripping along the lips of her pussy as he murmured his appreciation. His tongue—was it his tongue?—swiped over the drenched folds, gathering the creamy excess as it lingered on her flesh. He never truly touched her, but made her mad for more even as she felt the nozzle sliding deeper inside her.
“We’re just going to play a little bit,” he whispered, his breath searing the folds. “I’m going to fuck you nice and slow as I spread the lubrication inside you. And while I’m doing that, I’m going to do this…”
The nozzle slid back, spreading the cooling gel as his tongue swiped through the narrow, cream-laden slit of her cunt before wrapping around her clit. She would have come off the bed from the sensations if the restraints weren’t holding her in place. She shuddered, a hoarse scream leaving her lips as the pleasure tore through her with the force of lightning, searing every nerve ending she possessed before he drew back and slid the nozzle deep inside her ass again, causing her to buck against the pleasure of the penetration.
“Mmm… Your juices are dripping from your pussy, Courtney. I don’t even have to touch you to taste the sweetness.”
Tremors raced up her spine as the muscles of her anus clenched on the nozzle. He moved it again, drawing back as she tightened, expecting the feel of his tongue. It never came. The nozzle slid inside her again as he began to fuck her with slow, easy strokes, squeezing small amounts of the lubrication inside her as he moved.
“Ian…please…again…” She was nearly sobbing from the need.
“What, baby?” His breath stroked her clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“Lick me.” She had no shame. “Lick my pussy, Ian. Please.”
Slow, barely touching her, his tongue swabbed over the swollen folds as she moaned in frustration.
“Like that?”
She bucked, lowering her hips, only to receive another smack to her rear in payment.
“Stay still,” he ordered firmly.
“Ian, this is cruel,” she wailed, her head hanging between her arms as she fought to stay upright. “I need more.”
The nozzle slid in again, a hard, fiery thrust through the slick recess as her back arched. At the same time, his tongue plunged inside her weeping pussy, flickering, licking, caressing the inner muscles as a strangled scream of pleasure tore from her throat.
“No. Damn you, Ian…” she begged as he retreated once again.
Courtney fought to breathe, to hold onto her sanity as her hips lowered, trying to follow his wicked tongue. Sharp smacks to her rear only added to the pleasure, as did the smooth, short strokes of the lubricating nozzle in her anus. She writhed, fighting the darkness surrounding her, the hunger eating her alive as his tongue licked, his teeth nipped, but never in the spots she needed, never as she needed.
“This isn’t fair,” she screamed, clenching on the nozzle as it retreated again. “Ian, I swear. I swear you’re killing me.”
She could feel her juices running from her cunt, the channel weeping in an agony of pleasure as her womb spasmed with the need for release.
“Damn, your pussy is so hot, baby,” he growled, his tongue licking at her again, his hand delivering another heated, pleasure-giving blow to her ass as she fought once again to grind the needy flesh into his mouth.
“Eat it,” she panted, feeling the perspiration gather along her body as one broad hand lifted her hips from his face, his tongue licking around the silken folds of her pussy. “Fuck me with your tongue, Ian. Please. Oh God, have mercy on me.”
He chuckled at her plea, slowly easing back from her as she screamed in rage.
“Be quiet.” The strike to her rear was harder. Hotter. “Keep begging, Courtney, and I’ll gag you. Would you like me to gag you?”
Tears dampened the silken cloth over her eyes as she shook her head desperately.
“Good girl.” He pulled her hips back into position as he pulled the nozzle from her ass. “Now, stay still.”
She did as he ordered, shaking, in agony as she fought the hard pulsating sensations racking her body. Her clit was so sensitive that even the air around it was a torment. Her ass ached, not from the small slaps, but from the need to be filled. Every nerve ending in her body was heightened, throbbing, begging for his touch.
“I’m placing a dildo harness on your hips. It will go around your thighs, and will hold the vibrator I have inside you.” Smooth leather straps were worked around her hips, her thighs. “Don’t beg me for mercy, Courtney,” he whispered then. “In this, I have none. You wanted to be here, in my bed, beneath my body. Unless you’re begging me to stop, then I won’t hear you. Do you understand?”