Contents ( 35)
- THE ORIGINAL SINNERS: ABSOLUTION
- THE CASE OF THE ACTING ACTRESS
- THE CASE OF THE DIFFIDENT DOM
- THE CASE OF THE RELUCTANT ROCK STAR
- THE CASE OF THE SECRET SWITCH
- THE CASE OF THE BROKENHEARTED BARTENDER
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART I: SCARS AND STRIPES
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART II: SORE SPOTS
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART III: THE GAMES DESTINY PLAYS
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART IV: FIT TO BE TIED
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART V: THE LAST GOOD NIGHT
- THE GIFT
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE CASE OF THE ACTING ACTRESS
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE CASE OF THE DIFFIDENT DOM
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE CASE OF THE RELUCTANT ROCK STAR
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE CASE OF THE SECRET SWITCH
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE CASE OF THE BROKENHEARTED BARTENDER
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART I: SCARS AND STRIPES
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART II: SORE SPOTS
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART III: THE GAMES DESTINY PLAYS
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART IV: FIT TO BE TIED
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART V: THE LAST GOOD NIGHT
- Tiffany Reisz
- THE GIFT
- Tiffany Reisz
Finally she straddled his thighs and gripped the headboard. Facing him on her knees she brought her mouth to his for a long, deep kiss.
“If you fuck as well as you kiss, this is going to be a good night,” she said, smiling at him.
“I gave you an orgasm. It’s already a good night, Mistress.”
“Let’s go for a great night, then.” She lifted his arms and hooked his wrist cuffs through the headboard. He gripped the black steel bar with both hands.
Nora rose up and lowered herself down onto him, sinking onto his cock with a sigh of pure pleasure. She smiled as he released a ragged breath. She gripped the headboard, her hands bookending his, as he lifted his hips up and pushed into her.
“Is this position okay for you?” she asked, remembering the massive scar on his back.
“It’s perfect, Mistress. You’re doing most of the work anyway.”
“What positions don’t work for you?”
“Honestly, the only one that hurts is missionary.”
“Thank God for that. I only do missionary position with missionaries.”
He laughed and kissed her bare shoulder. She turned her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck and throat.
“You’re a sadist for cuffing my hands,” he said as he pressed his face to her hair. “I’m dying to touch you.”
“I might let you if you beg a little more.”
“Please let me touch you with my hands, Mistress. Please...”
“What do you want to touch?”
“All of you. Your arms, your breasts, your nipples, your thighs, your clit...every part of you I can reach. Please.”
“I’ll give you a choice. I can unhook your cuffs and let you touch me, but you won’t get to come for another hour. Or you can stay cuffed and you can fuck me until you come. Your decision.”
“I can come on my own later, Mistress. Touching you is a much higher priority.”
“I can’t argue with that logic, and even if I could, I wouldn’t bother trying.” She unhooked the cuffs and set Lance’s hands free. He wasted no time and immediately ran his hands over the swell of her breasts. With eager hands he set about unfastening her corset. She helped him pull it off and it ended up on the floor by the bed. She wasn’t going to waste a second folding the damn thing.
He cupped her now naked breasts and sucked deeply on her nipples. Then one hand wandered between her legs and pressed against her clitoris.
As he kissed her breasts, she continued to ride him, swiveling her hips so that he rubbed against her G-spot. She held onto the headboard, steadying herself so Lance could explore her body any way he desired. His large warm hands felt so good on her, so arousing but also comforting. Strong men never scared her because strong men never harmed her. Only weak men had ever harmed her, so she knew she had nothing to fear from Lance.