He leaned back on his knees after he finished binding me, a satisfied expression creeping over his face. I wondered what he was thinking, even though I had a fairly good idea. He finally had me where he’d wanted me since that first time we’d been together. Ivan had me tied to his bed and I’d be there until he was good and ready to let me go. That sexual desert I’d been in? Well, the drought was very much o-ver. As in: Girl, you’d better brace yourself for some rain, cuz some big black storm clouds are headin’ your way.

“You look so fucking sexy-beautiful right now, here, like this.” He stared; his expression hard but not unaffected. He was affected all right. His cock was erect and ready to go again. Thank God, because I might die if he didn’t touch me soon. I could say the same about him. Ivan was sexy-beautiful. Especially like this—hard and pulsing and about to start in on me.

“Open your legs and show me your divine cunt. I miss looking.”

I didn’t hesitate as I bent my left leg at the knee and slid my foot over and then repeated the same with the right leg. A feeling of immense pleasure washed through my body at the filthy command he’d just given me, coupled with the equally intense desire to let myself be taken into his care.

To give myself up to someone.

To Ivan.

He focused on my body, his eyes darting over what I’d just put on display at his request. “You have such a pretty pussy, Gabrielle. Almost as beautiful as your tits.” He grinned devilishly and licked his lips slowly. “I said ‘almost’ because I don’t think anything can compare to these,” he said as he took a hold of a breast in each hand and squeezed. Hard.

I arched and gasped at the sharp jolt that flew through me, coming undone by the combination of the praise that he thought me beautiful tempered with the rough treatment. He soothed my nipples with firm sucking pulls until I was a writhing mess and soaking wet for him.

One hand made its way to between my legs and teased my clit with little pinches while his mouth continued to ravage my nipples. I welcomed the pulses that started to bring me toward what was bound to be a spectacular orgasm.

He stilled his hand. “Not yet, kitten. I own when you can come, and I want you begging me for it this time. I’ll tell you when.” He slid two fingers inside and stroked in and out before curling them up into my sweet spot and tugging.

“Ahh,” I moaned, struggling to follow his command, the pleasure building forward again.

“You’re very wet for me, kitten. I love how you’re all soaking wet.” He increased the pace of his fingers and the pressure on my G-spot so that the climax would come on quickly.

Kitten? It was a crazy thought to pop in my head in the moment of exactly what we were doing, but I realized I loved the sound of it rolling off his talented tongue. Sexy, yet adoring. God! It had to be straight-up Playboy-Bunny-era-sexism for Ivan to be using a name like “kitten” on me, but it was official, just about everything this man did turned me on and triggered my sexual buttons. Every last one of them.