Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
As I continue to check the bindings, ensuring everything is secure but comfortable, I can't help but marvel at the trust Michela places in me. It's a gift, one that I treasure deeply.
"Ready to continue?" I ask, my hands resting on her shoulders.
She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze with unwavering trust. "Yes, Ryan. I'm ready."
I drop to my knees in front of her and slowly run my hand up the inside of her thigh. I stop just short of touching her sweet pussy then reverse course and unhurriedly slide my fingers down the inside of her other thigh.
“You missed the important part.” My kitten stares down at me, watching my every move.
“I’ll get there.” I smirk up at her and gently close my teeth over the sensitive skin behind her knee.
I lose track of time as I kiss and nibble on every single inch of her luscious body.
Chapter 8
Michela
I feel the warmth of his breath feather my skin before his lips touch my forehead. The light kiss sends a wave of anticipation coursing through me. His lips move slowly, deliberately, down to my temple, then along my cheekbones. Each kiss is deliberate, soft, and electric, igniting a trail of warmth that lingers long after his lips have moved on.
His hands are gentle but firm, gliding over my skin, following the path his mouth just traced. I feel his fingers brush against my neck, tipping my head back slightly to expose more of my vulnerable skin. He plants a kiss on the curve of my jaw, then moves down to my throat, taking his time as his lips explore every inch. “You’re goddamn perfect.” His words cause my pulse to accelerate.
“Hmmm.” His touch has stolen my ability to speak. My heartbeat echoes in my ears, drowning out everything but the feel of him. His hands slide down my arms, over the ropes that bind me, and I can almost feel the current of his touch mingling with the textured fibers of the binding. His lips find the hollow of my throat, lingering there as if savoring the pulse beating out of control just beneath my skin.
He continues downward, kissing my collarbone, then following it to my shoulders. Each press of his lips sends electricity shooting down my spine, and I can't help but arch toward him, longing for more, even though the ropes hold me back.
His hands brush over each of my breasts. He rolls one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger while closing his lips around the other one. My head falls back against the chair as he continues to give each of my nipples attention.
He runs his hand down my ribs, fingertips tracing the edges of the rope before settling on my hips. I shiver as he kisses his way down, finding every tender, sensitive spot. He kneels before me, his gaze flicking up to meet mine. I see fierce tenderness mixed with love in his eyes, and it takes my breath away.
As his lips travel further, delicately kissing all over my tummy, I chuckle and squirm when he runs his tongue around my belly button. I’m lost in the sensation. It’s an exquisite blend of longing and fulfillment, magnified by the bindings that hold me. Every kiss lights a spark, and I feel each one reverberate through my entire being. “I need you.”
"I'm here," he murmurs against my skin, his breath warm and comforting. "You are so beautiful, Michela."
I moan softly, my body straining against the bindings, craving the touch that he so generously gives. His hands hold me steady, reminding me that I am safe, cherished, and deeply loved.
I sit back and watch as he slowly strips away his clothes. He unbuttons his dress shirt and throws it aside while his eyes hold mine captive. I feel wetness coating the inside of my thighs as he pushes his pants down his muscular legs.
His massive cock bounces up against his stomach, and my fingers tingle with the desire to touch him. He drops to his knees in front of me with determination shining in his eyes, and anticipation blasts through me.
My eyes roll back in my head when he angles my hips in the position he wants me and swipes his tongue straight up my center. “I could eat you alive.”
“I won’t stop you.” He closes his lips around my clit and sucks, causing goosebumps to break out along my spine.
He devours me while the ropes hold me captive and unable to touch him. He sucks on my clit while pressing two fingers deep inside my pussy. Sensations bombard me from all sides as a climax roars through me.
I ride out the waves while he continues to slowly thrust his fingers.
Once I’m able to catch my breath, I realize I’m dying for the feel of his warm skin. “I have to touch you,” I beg, and he sits back on his knees and stares up at me.