Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

DECLAN

Quinn's arousal drips down my fingers as I fuck her with them. I work themslowand teasingly, taking my time building her right to the edge before stilling my hand.

"Show me how badly you want it. Grind over my hand like you rode my cock." I kiss the words along her neck and over her breasts.

With her shoulders pressed firmly against the glass, she rocks her hips. She slides repeatedly over my fingers, and thesounds of her wetness fill the room when she increases her tempo.Withmy hand around her throat, I lean back to watch her make my fingers disappear into her. I tighten mygrip and groan, "So fucking needy. Let me watch you come for me."

Given permission, the gyrations of her hips become spasms, and euphoria washes over her face. Pulling my fingers from her, I shove them through her parted lips and rub them firmly over her tongue. Urging her to suck herself from me, I use my holdonher throat to lead her across the room.

"On your knees," I demand and gently push her toward the floor beneath the large eye-hook secured to the ceiling. She obediently falls to her knees and bows before me. I tenderly rub my saliva-coated fingers along her jaw. She stares up at me with wanting eyes, eager to please me. A look that makes meferalandleaves me struggling to maintain the control that I know she needs from me.

"I need you"—I bend down and place a wet, sloppy kiss on her lips— "bound and at my mercy. Letting me use you so I can show you just how in control of yourself you are."

Quinn doesn't move as I walk to the upholstered bench at the foot of the bed. Lifting the lid, I sift through the contents to retrieve three thirty-foot sections of hemp rope, a wand, and a hair tie. I place the rope and wand on the floor beside Quinn, then use the elastic band to secure her hair so it's out of the way while I bind her. I pace around her, undoing the buttons of my shirt as I admire how beautiful she is as she waits for me. Letting it fall to the floor, I kneel behind her.

"I want you to focus on my touch, on how I feel. I want you to enjoy every second." Pulling her back to my bare chest, I dust my fingers over her skin. They drag repeatedly from her neck to her thighs as she melts into my touch. Sliding my hand between her slightly parted thighs, I rub over the mound of her pussy. "I want you to come as you please, showing meover and over againhow good I make you feel. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she responds as her head rolls along my shoulder.

Reaching around her, I grab a bundle of hemp and drag the soft rope along her skin as I loop it under and over her heaving breasts. With the loops both secure, I kiss along her shoulders as I braid the strands of rope over her shoulders and secure them to the loops circling her torso. I delicately pull both of her arms behind her back and position her so that she is holding both of her elbows. Weaving the hemp around her arms and binding them in place, I praise her, "Such a good little rope bunny for me."

With the final knot in place, I lower her to thefloor and rest her on her side so I can work the second bundle of rope around her leg more easily. Placing a double-column knot above and below her knee, I cinch it tightly before standing. The third bundle of hemp runs through the suspension brackets and pulls on the ropes meticulously tied around Quinn. I give a few pulls at the rope, and she gasps as she suddenly finds herself partially suspended in her harnesses as she tries to steady herself on the tippy toes of her right foot.

Undoing the hair elastic, her long red locks cascade toward the ground. I push them out of her face and let them fall over her shoulder. My fingers run over her skin and braids of rope, following the dip of her waist and the curvature of her hips as I bend between her parted thighs. "My little rope bunny is dripping." I run my tongue through her glistening slit and suck it into my mouth with a groan. "And it tastes too fucking good not to lick it all from you."

Gripping her hips with both hands, I pull her toward my mouth and kiss her swollen mound. I lick and suck at her until her tight clit throbs against my tongue. She cries out a blissful scream, her flexed leg trembling, as I take her over the edge.

"I would stop," I groan against her, "but you taste too fucking good, and I want you coming on my tongue again."

My cock tents my pants, growing ever more rigid from eating between Quinn's thighs. I can't get enough of her pussy on my tongue and the way her sweet tang coats my mouth. Lapping at her like a starvedman,I fucking love the power it gives me. She's helpless when I make her legs—and her whole body—quiver from the mere flick of my tongue. But I am fucking addicted to the sounds she makes and the flood of arousal that gushes into my mouth when I suck at her clit and cause herto violently comeundone.

I swirl the tip of my tongue around her clit and pull it into my mouth. Tugging and suckling at it, I grind it against my tongue as Quinn writhes in the ropes. She screams out my name, and I swallow every drop of her sweet spray as my cock throbs against my zipper.