Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [25]
“No. Don’t. I can’t take any more.”
“Am I hurting you?”
Eyes closed, she nodded.
Liar. “Then say your safe word.”
A couple of heartbeats passed before she shook her head.
Which meant her mind protested but her body didn’t. That was his goal for tonight—to get her mind and her body on the same wavelength.
Ben cupped her sex. Wetness coated his fingers. Yeah. Her body wasn’t objecting at all. Keeping his hand covering her pussy, he zeroed in on the hot spot on the left side of her neck.
She jerked on the restraints, arching and tossing her head, narrowly missing a collision between her sharp chin and his forehead.
Enough.
He pressed one hand to the top of her head; his other hand gripped the base of her throat.
Her eyes were panicked and if she hadn’t been restrained, Ben suspected he’d see skid marks on the carpet from her hasty departure.
“Breathe. Do you understand I’m not gonna hurt you?”
Took a second, but she nodded, purposely inhaling slowly and deeply.
But her neck was so rigid he worried it’d be sore. “Relax. Talk to me.”
“Take your hand off my neck, unless you plan to choke me out with auto-erotic-asphyxiation for your next trick.”
He laughed. “Trying to piss me off to see if I’ll give up on you and untie your binds?”
She seemed surprised he’d picked up on her intentions.
“Tough luck. I have half a mind to just let you squirm and thrash around like a bull in a buckin’ chute. Wouldn’t be long before this wig was laying on the floor. And wouldn’t that be interesting?”
That definitely got her attention.
“Why are you so damn squirmy whenever I touch you here?” He stroked the cord straining in her neck.
Her jaw clenched.
He brushed his lips over hers. “This would be a good time to practice that honesty thing, bein’s you ain’t goin’ nowhere unless I let you.”
“Fine. My whole neck is super sensitive. One touch on it, one whisper across it and I’m a mass of goose bumps. So when you kiss my neck like you were? I feel like I could come from just that.”
“And that’s a problem…why?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Huh-uh. Try again.”
“My head gets fuzzy. It makes me…”
“Lose control. Guess what? That’s exactly what I’m tryin’ to do. Because control is mine, not yours.”
Ben slid his hand between her legs. Swirling his middle finger in her juices and following the seam of her sex up to her clit. He rubbed the tiny nub until it plumped, her escalating moans urging him on. Then he went in for the kill, suctioning his mouth to her throat as he shoved two fingers into her wet pussy.
Her body jerked like she’d stepped on a live wire.
He felt the vibration of her scream beneath his lips and a jolt of male satisfaction hardened his dick. She was so damn responsive. He imagined spending all night teasing her, driving her to the pinnacle and then kicking her over the edge. Some other time, since he was chomping at the bit to fuck her.
When the tension left her body, he donned a condom. He untied her legs and kneaded her calves. “Any numbness?”
“No.”
Releasing the straps, he perched on the edge of the bench. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs straight up and placed her ankles on his shoulders. When he widened his knees, her pussy and her asshole rested against the base of his cock. He twisted his hips, grinding his cock against those hot spots.
She pressed into him for more friction and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Eyes open,” he said curtly, waiting until she complied. Then he gradually fed his cock into her, until he was buried to his balls.
“See how I’ve positioned you? So I can fuck you as deep as possible? So you can’t touch me? So you can’t touch yourself? You are totally at my mercy. Your body, your pleasure all belongs to me.”
Tight, wet warmth surrounded his shaft. “Squeeze my cock with those cunt muscles as I pull out.” The increased pressure around his dick felt amazing. “Again.”
After the third time, her surprised, “Yes, more,” as he withdrew made him grab a handful of ass and hike her pelvis higher. No