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Ryann’s hands crumple into tiny fists. An explosion has built up inside of her body so swiftly. As she’s coming, I mount her, penetrating her hot slit. “You may open your eyes.”
“I want to hold you.”
“You want to tug and scratch my ass.”
I see blinding white light before Ryann’s gaze as I slam deep into her. She’s forgotten to reply. I slide out, slithering my drenched head over her clit, allowing the sensations to leave Ryann’s flesh beautifully tugged in her confines.
“I- I love this. All of this,” Ryann stutters out. The animal in her strains, attempting to gather her arms so she can touch me. But she’s my captive in all the ways it counts.
My dick slithers around her thick folds and taunts her nub, sending spasms shuddering through Ryann.
She whimpers, body tied in such tight confines that she allows herself to fall back onto the pillows. I grab the roping, using it as leverage to slam into her.
Each thrust offers the only pain I’ll supply.
Hitting her cervix.
Over and over again.
I screw Ryann until my eruption surpasses all the tiny, hard, delirious orgasms she’s endured. Ryann’s eyes roll back in her head as my seed fills her pussy.
“Shall I unbind you?” I ask, palming her shuddering sex.
“Not yet.”
I thought so.
ChapterTen
Ryann
All night long. That phrase belongs to sensual love songs from older R&B artists—that the teenybopper gimmick singers these days can’t fathom— and the occasional smut books. Nah, not even trashy novels because Ryoichi coaxed his way into my body, my brain, my emotions, my...heart, and he lived there all night long.
As I awaken, I’m floating on that single thought. Funny how my first contemplation every morning was a newThe Red Dragonchapter or the occasional prayer that my students might pass the final exam. Today, my eyes open in utter bliss. My arm rests over my head, and I notice bamboo silk rope along my wrist.
Ryoichi unbound me last night. Had to.
Nevertheless, sensing that I craved our intimacy to last a little longer, he'd looped the rope around my left wrist like a bracelet three times. Ryoichi tied it, then tenderly touched his lips to the small patch of skin there. I’ll be damned if this isn’t a dream I never want to awaken from.
But I have.
I grin giddily at Ryoichi's dominant yet delicate gesture. I may never take this silk off my wrist. And then I hear the faint slice of air.
A smoothwhoosh.Whoosh.Whoosh. I flip over in bed and have the perfect purview of Ryoichi’s massive bedroom. The room is so huge it’s divided into sections by priceless standing vases and opulent chaise loungers. He stands in a space surrounded by katanas.
Again, the air slices in time with Ryoichi’s agile movements as he practices his swordsmanship.
Dark ribbons of hair cloak Ryoichi’s face when he turns quickly, cuts down an invisible foe, then slices another from behind.
Okay, that’s a bad mama jama.
Placing my palms on the soft bed at either side of my hips, I slide into a sitting position. I’m speechless, breathless, beguiled.
With another spin, Ryoichi’s long hair whips into the air as he turns toward me. The katana is swiftly sheathed.
“Good morning, Ry.” Ryoichi’s staring at me as I gawk at the trails of sweat coasting over his chest. One drop slides along an abdominal and cuts across the alluring v at the side of his waist.
I’m flustered. Pleasantly so. Thus, I try my hand at sarcasm. “Why didn’t you tell me that you could chop me up like hibachi?”
