Zach reached around her to cup her breast in his hands, his palm and spread fingers pressed to the underside, his fingertip tormenting her pebble-hard nipple. She whimpered and squirmed, enjoying his heavy weight pinning her to the mattress. As his hands massaged her breasts, she endured each torturous second for the sake of the pleasure to be had in the next moment. In every way possible, she was his—his woman, his supplicant, his lover, his toy. However and whatever he required of her. In that moment, she existed solely for his pleasure.
The late morning sun bathed her bedroom in cheerful light, which filtered in through a south-facing window past the blinds. Zach lifted his lower body so he no longer had her pinned and knelt on the edge of the mattress, placing one knee between Theresa’s legs. His denim-clad thigh created delicious pressure against her buttocks. She shivered and sighed, giddy with anticipation.
The mattress squeaked and shifted when he left the bed for a moment. Theresa stifled a cry of denial, and Zach immediately returned.
“I bought these for you in Chicago,” he said.
“What is it?” she asked, insatiably curious.
Cool material touched her bare skin—smooth and wispy. Zach trailed them across her bare back and along the length of her spine from her shoulder blades to her ass. Oh God. Theresa’s pussy creamed, and she pressed her thighs tight together, trapping his leg between them. When they had masturbated on the phone, she’d never imagined Zach turning her fantasies into reality.
“Silk scarves,” he said. “They’re Italian.”
She giggled and turned her face, catching a glimpse of his smirk. “You always get me the best presents.”
“Do I?” Tartness flavored his reply. “I had figured that vacuum cleaner I got you last Christmas would land me in the doghouse for a month.”
She laughed. “You always give me what I need. That vacuum cleaner was so much better than a bottle of perfume.”
He snickered. “Would you like a mop this Christmas?”
Theresa laughed. “Don’t test your luck, buddy.”
“I can’t seem to help myself with you, love.”
“Are you going to do something with those scarves or are we going to cuddle?” Theresa asked, rife with impatience.
Zach’s soft snort resonated against the back of her neck where his lips visited a tender caress. The weight of his body covered her, pinning her against the mattress. His chest pressed against her back, his crotch to her ass, and his knees rested between her splayed legs.
“Zach?” She called his name, pleading and needing him to do more than tease her.
“Patience, pet,” he said in a voice full of reverence. He made her feel like the center of his universe, a sense of specialness that left her overwhelmed. He allowed the wispy silk to pool in the middle of her back. He retained a firm grip on her wrists, positioning her hands just above her buttocks.
The intense vulnerability of the position set her to quaking with excitement, and more moisture soaked her panties and the insides of her thighs. Perspiration coated her sensitized skin, beading upon her brow and her upper lip, causing her skin to itch in the most tempting way. She squirmed and cried out when he blew out a breath across her back.
The muscles in her arms bunched and she tested his strength, finding him to be unyielding. He looped a scarf around her wrists several times and secured it with a tight knot. Then he used another to bind her elbows. A fantasy, because had she desired to rip through the scarves, even steel restraints could not have held her, but she gave herself wholly to the game.
Bound. Helpless.
If any other man had attempted to put her in such a position, her instinct would have been to fight him, but she had perfect trust in Zach. The terrible danger excited her beyond bearing. He could do anything he wanted to her—use her for his pleasure or torment her beyond endurance.
“Did you miss me while I was gone, Theresa?”
“Yes, so much it hurt.” With a sigh, she closed her eyes to experience each and every physical sensation without the distraction of sight.
“They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
“Zach, you don’t know how I’ve ached for you. Not just for these past few days…for years.”
“The wanting becomes painful.” From his tone, there was no mistaking that he understood her feelings. He knew.
The reminder of his duplicity over the last three years riled her up all over again, but she squelched her ire in favor of looking to the future. Gentleness graced her nature, not spitefulness, and she would not be robbed of happiness due to an inability to forgive either him or herself.
Zach settled a scarf over her eyes, holding it against her temples with his agile fingers so the silk caressed her face. “Blindfold or no? It’s your fantasy.”
She hesitated but a second. “Yes, please.”
Gently, he pulled the blindfold taut across her eyes and tied the ends of the scarf behind her head with a simple knot. Of course, she was strong enough to rip through a dozen such scarves, but she would not do so and ruin the mood. If anything, the tenuous nature of her restraints posed a wonderful challenge to her self-discipline.
Zach rolled Theresa onto her side and tilted her head back to capture her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth and then withdrew, suggestively mimicking the motion of lovemaking. He tasted rich and salty.
Oh, his hands, his hands were those of a sculptor, working the clay of her flesh for the sole purpose of creating pleasure, and he did so with the skill of a master craftsman. He stroked her generous curves, evoking amazing sensations with his gentle touch. His hands flattened her breasts, palms teasing the taut buds of her nipples, tenderly massaging the firm flesh. With growing desperation, Theresa moaned into the depths of his mouth and writhed with need. The blindfold amplified every sensation so that Theresa remained acutely aware of each distinct smell and sound. Her nostrils flared and she inhaled deeply, drinking in the musky scent of his arousal. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned the proud length of his erection and her mouth watered. Together, they created a delightful chorus of want and need: her panted gasps and moans, his deep breaths and growls, and the steady pulse of their racing heartbeats.
“Tell me what you want,” Zach whispered against her mouth. He pressed his groin against her thigh so she felt the heat of his arousal even through the denim. The musky male scent of testosterone and adrenaline flooded her flared nostrils. “Do you want my mouth on your breasts?”
A whimper of pure desire tore from her throat. “Yes, please. Lick me all over. Suck me. Bite me.”
“With pleasure.” A spontaneous bark of laughter rocked Zach and he and lowered his mouth to her breast. His hot tongue laved her nipple while his hands stroked the flat planes of her stomach, stoking the fire burning between her thighs. His teasing evoked such acute need that she shuddered and panted. Her arms tensed and she tested her bonds, causing the silk to tighten. She sucked in a deep breath and strove to remain calm, managing to relax her shoulders and arms.
“How do I taste?” Theresa asked, impatient with his thoroughness. She wanted him to hurry, she needed so much more.
“You’re delicious,” he whispered against her skin, alternating kisses with light nips from his clever lips. “I want to devour you.”
Her arousal spiked through her body and she shuddered, panting harder. “Devour me,” she begged. “Spread me open and take me.”
“I’m going to claim you in every possible way.” Zach’s voice contained sultry promise. Without warning, he withdrew his mouth from her body.
The pain of denial caused Theresa to whimper and once again pull against her bonds. “No, please…”
He chuckled, a gruff sound of amusement that created a ripple upon her skin. “Patience, pet. Give me a chance to get my pants off.”
The mattress shifted beneath his weight, and he eased off the bed to finish undressing. His shoes hit the floor in successive thuds. A shiver traveled the length of Theresa�
��s spine at the unmistakable rustle of his jeans being removed. Her arousal spiked to an unbearable intensity.
Zach returned to the bed with lithe elegance, so much so that the mattress barely moved. He crouched over her, a hand positioned to either side of her torso and his body heated the air between them. His chest hair brushed across her smooth back and her bound hands came into brief contact with his rigid member before he settled between her parted legs. His powerful arms encircled her, hands stroking her stomach before dipping to her waistband.
“Lift up, love.”
Obligingly, Theresa arched her hips to give him more space to maneuver. Zach caught hold of the top of her fly and gave a hard tug, popping the entire row of buttons. She sank her teeth into her lower lip. Her sex ached to be filled until she couldn’t concentrate on anything else.
“Up.” Zach landed a sharp smack on her buttock.
“Meanie.” She bared her teeth in a playful snarl.
“You betcha,” he said, sounding perfectly smug.
With a huff, she lifted so he could slide the jeans off her hips and down her slender thighs. With a final tug, he pulled them over her feet, leaving her clad only in snug black bikini briefs.
Behind her, he grew still, and she felt his gaze raking her helpless body. The sound of his breathing, deep and rhythmic, and hers, shallow and frantic, filled her hearing. His fingers found and traced the lace trim of her panties, following the curve of her buttock. She tilted her pelvis toward him, craving the heat and pressure of his touch against her weeping core. She ached to feel his bold cock thrust into her, parting the tender folds of her pussy, plowing deep into her.
“Do you a have particular fetish, Zach?” Theresa asked, dropping her tone to a seductive caress. She squirmed on the mattress so that her hips and ass writhed with suggestive sway.
“Actually, you could call me something of an arse man.” Zach’s wicked chuckle exacerbated her desire, so she giggled and then groaned all at once.
“I might just leave off ‘man’!”
His even teeth sank into the smooth flesh of her cheek, and she yelped and bucked, scooting forward across the mattress in a futile attempt to evade his bite.
His husky chuckle caused delicious shivers along her spine, and he followed her, lightly biting her ass and then his big hands spread her cheeks, leaving her pussy exposed to the cool air of the room. She gasped and then groaned as his warm, wet tongue stroked the length of her ass crack, leaving a trail of hot saliva.
“Zach, please.” Despite the blindfold, Theresa squeezed her eyes shut and her core clenched repeatedly, sending tremors of pleasure and the hint of ecstasy, throughout her body.
Zach grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and dragged it to Theresa’s hip. His hand slipped between her stomach and the mattress, palm pressed flat against her abdomen. “Lift up again, pet,” he instructed. Obediently, Theresa lifted her hips, arching her ass into the air, and Zach slid the pillow beneath her stomach.
Finally, finally, Zach hooked his fingers beneath the lacy trim of her panties and dragged the scrap of satin over her shapely bottom and down her long legs. Theresa emitted a single strained whimper, dying of want and need. Her body flexed, arms briefly straining against the silk scarf binding her wrists, but she kept her own strength in check so the restraints did not tear.
His raspy jaw caressed her buttock, and then she experienced the huff of hot breath upon her skin. The tip of his tongue flickered against the exposed lips of her pussy, creating sensations like sweet agony, and she bucked.
Zach’s strong hands caught her ass, immobilizing her, making further attempts to resist a futility. His tongue returned, lapping and licking, playing across the delicate outer folds of her labia. Theresa shook and wept when he at long last found her clit and flicked the small bud with tongue and then a finger.
“My, what a delectable arse. I wish you could see this as I do. Your perfect backside, the pink line leading to your rosebud, the lovely lips of your cunny.” He nibbled at the back of her thigh. She yelped and jumped, causing Zach to chuckle and nip her again.
“Zach?” Theresa begged, unable to formulate a coherent plea. Instead, she put so much feeling into her voice, letting him know the depth of her desperation.
“My, but you’re wet, love.” His fingers skimmed her sex, exploring slick folds of flesh until covered in her cream. With an impertinent chuckle, Zach penetrated her pussy with a single digit.
Theresa gasped and the powerful walls of her vagina contracted around his finger, grasping him with all of her strength. That finger thrust into her hard and his tongue traveled an indecent path, tracing the smooth skin of the perineum to her tight rosette.
Beneath the blindfold, Theresa’s eyes widened and she bucked her hips. Only Zach’s strong hold kept her from twisting and squirming to escape, and the mere three inches of purchase she gained were immediately lost. His bold, inquisitive tongue followed, closing the gap.
Zach’s hand shifted, fingers realigning, and Theresa discovered the thicker length of his thumb thrusting into her pussy while the fingers of the same hand strummed her clit. His hands spread her ass cheeks and his tongue persisted at naughtier pursuits, rimming the clenched ring of muscle.
“Zach!” Theresa squealed and her hands and legs writhed against the restraints. She pushed her hips toward him, begging with her body for release from the torment. So bad, so wrong, so delicious… She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason, couldn’t do anything but feel as he took her on an unbelievable ride. The three-pronged assault intensified, unremitting and without mercy.
A growl of satisfaction rolled from his throat, amplifying the sensation within her lower body. Waves of heat rolled off his athletic body. The heavy huff of his breath and the racing throb of his heart filled her ears. The thick scent of his arousal mingled with the spicy aroma of her desire. Even without sight, the montage of sensations overwhelmed her. The swift current of sexual energy carried her toward total abandon.
Somewhere in that mixed up jumble of erotic sensation, Zach finally hit the perfect combo. His finger fluttered against her clit, his thumb invaded her pussy. That teasing fingertip flickered about her nub as his long, supple tongue breached her bottom. For the first time in her life, she let go of all her inhibitions and embraced her sexual nature with open arms. Her pussy clenched and her arousal crested. Wailing, she climaxed with a spasm, the muscles of her body seizing, vagina clenching about him. A burst of heat scalded her skin and her mind crashed into a wall of excruciating pleasure originating from every nerve ending in her body.
Tears dampened her blindfold, and it took a long time before she could formulate words. “Oh, please,” she begged. “Stop. Stop. No more. I can’t bear anymore.”
“Love, we’re just getting started.” Zach chuckled, a deep rumble that created a delicious vibration throughout her lower body. Her flesh remained connected to him via fingers, teeth, and tongue.
Sexual energy crashed over her in a wave, warm and welcoming. “I don’t think I can take anymore,” she said, gasping.
“You’re stronger than you think.” With a sound, he communicated wickedness and sensual intent, creating anticipation in her loins as unbearable as his physical assault. Her pussy clenched yet again, taking Theresa through a sweet slow climax. “Come for me, Theresa. You’re so beautiful. I want to see your pleasure.”
With Zach’s voice caressing her skin, she cried out as her pussy seized. Twitching and shivering, she rode out the series of explosions. The final spasms took her as a violent storm but tapered off gradually, a wave that washed her ashore and deposited her like a bit of flotsam. Her extremities tingled and deep relaxation settled in her muscles. She sighed with deep satisfaction. All strength sapped, Theresa lay face down upon the mattress, limp and lethargic, while her breathing calmed.
Zach’s muscular body remained tense behind her. He untied the silk scarves and freed her arms, then rose from the bed in a single swift motion. She felt him lea
ve the bed, muttering in frustration. “Where the bloody hell are my pants?”
Gathering her strength, Theresa reached for her blindfold and lifted the scarf from her eyes. She turned her head to the side and watched his frantic scramble to find his missing pants. “Over by the dresser,” she said, smothering a grin.
“Roit.” The word flowed off his tongue and, quick as a light, he shot over to the dresser toward the missing pants. Toned muscles rippled beneath smooth skin as he moved with lithe precision, every motion graceful and deliberate despite his urgency. His broad shoulders and chest, trim waist and hips, tight ass, and long limbs were perfectly proportioned. He entered a beam of sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. His shoulder-length hair glowed like a golden halo as he bent to recover the garment. He turned them over and over between frantic hands until he located the back pocket. He removed his wallet and extracted a single condom.
She gasped, exaggerating the sound. “Just one?”
“Hell.” He grumbled beneath his breath. “Yeah, just one. Sorry.”
She giggled and boosted her backside into the air, giving her butt a playful wiggle. “I guess we’ll have to make it last.”
With an expert motion, Zach rolled the condom onto his erect cock. “Keep it up woman, keep it up,” he said in a tone of mock threat.
“Isn’t that your job?” she asked as he approached the bed. She laughed as the mattress bent beneath his weight. She felt his heat against her back and buttocks, and then his big hands spanned her waist.
A growl rolled from his throat as he positioned her, lifting her hips, parting her legs with his knee. His thick cockhead brushed against the lips of her pussy and her breath hitched. He rocked forward, parting her flesh and finding the entrance of her channel, and then sank into her with a slow, smooth motion.
“Ooohhh.” Theresa wailed softly, eyes wide open. Her fingers dug into the mattress, scratching the sheets with her nails. His cock felt thick and long, so amazing, causing her pussy to expand until she felt full to bursting. Energy coursed between them until the hairs on her arms stood on end and her entire body vibrated in tune with the primal rhythm. His masterful touch reduced her to a quivering pool of need.
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