Page 53 of Depraved

“I want to learn what you like,” he murmurs, lips almost brushing my clit.

“This,” I pant. “I like this.”

“But my greedy kitten wants more.” He knows me so well.

And the sound of my sexy nickname draws a pleasurable shiver to the surface of my skin, a visceral response to Bones’ control.

He’s every man I’ve ever wanted all in one gorgeous package.

The only man I’ve ever wanted.

He crooks his fingers inside me, searching for the sweet spot at the front of my inner walls that’ll make me come undone. My back arches on a sharp cry, but I keep my gaze riveted on him.

His cocky grin hits me square in the chest, robbing my breath.

“Does that feel good?” he teases, rubbing the spot again.

Pleasure bursts through my system, almost vicious and irresistible.

“You know it does,” I say breathily.

“I bet this will feel better.”

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I see stars. My core contracts around his fingers. His low, rumbling chuckle is pure masculine satisfaction. It vibrates against my tender flesh, heightening my pleasure.

“Unbearably arrogant.” My accusation is too husky to hold any bite.

“I think you can bear it,” he counters. “You’ll take a lot more before I’m finished with you.”

He licks me again, and at the same time, he stimulates my g-spot in a ruthless rhythm.

I come apart on a sudden, shocking orgasm, driven to the peak by his relentless caresses. He sucks my clit, not relenting. My release is prolonged, and when he lightly scrapes me with his teeth, I scream in agonized ecstasy.

The sound mingles with the discordant notes of the piano, an erotic crescendo that fills the dance studio. It’s the most perverse, beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

Brandon keeps his mouth on me, and he doesn’t stop rubbing my g-spot. I’m forced to another orgasm.

And another.

I’m not sure where one ends and the next begins. There’s only relentless, excruciating pleasure.

I’m so overstimulated that I struggle to close my legs, to wriggle away from his sensual torment.

But the ribbons tied around my ankles keep me captive, completely open for his wicked amusement.

I sink into his control with a low groan, and I start to float. It’s the sweetest release I’ve ever known, and it’s more than just carnal pleasure. In this moment of pure bliss, my guard drops, and I allow myself to be completely vulnerable with him.

No games, no resistance.

Only submission to his will and the innate knowledge that he’ll protect not only my body, but my heart as well.

For a blessed, ecstatic moment, I feel safe for the first time in years.

The release is powerful enough to draw tears to my eyes. I’m not sure if I’m crying from overstimulation or soul-deep relief.

He finally relents, withdrawing from my sensitized pussy. He rests his beautiful face on my thigh, staring up at me with wonder.

“Did I push you too hard?”