50. Jasmine

Chapter fifty

Jasmine

Z ane leads me by my hand up the stairs to his room. When the door is closed, he runs his finger across my lips as I stare up into his eyes, and he stares lovingly back at me.

Finally, I get my moment alone with this man after all the drama. His eyes seem to dance with life, like his first time alone with me, and I can see how much he wants me. His thumb caresses my cheek, and then he presses his lips to mine.

I welcome him, his passion, his taste. I pull myself further into his embrace, wrapping my arms around him as his fingers tangle in my hair.

Despite the short time we've known each other, I feel like I've been waiting for this moment forever. I have been his since the first time we met. Now, I will marry this man. Zane's hand runs down my back, then around to my breasts and I break briefly from his kiss to pull my top over my head. Now confident he has my full forgiveness, he moves his hand, cupping my arse as he squeezes and lifts me.

I pull at Zane's belt and as it opens, his trousers slide down with a few gentle tugs and he kicks them aside. All the while, he doesn't move from my lips. Zane makes removing my trousers feel elegant as he dips down, worshipping each new bit of skin as it appears from under my clothing. It makes my actions feel clumsy, but maybe when I have over one week's worth of experience, I'll be as equally skilled.

He plants a kiss at the front of my pussy as he removes my knickers, one hand reaching behind to effortlessly release my bra clasp. In seconds, I am naked, and Zane is helping me remove the rest of his clothing. Not bothering with the buttons, he rips his shirt open, sliding it down his arms as I reclaim his lips. Teeth clash and tongues dance as he pulls me close again, his lips against mine as our naked bodies make contact for the first time today.

"You're too good to rush," Zane whispers against my lips.

He lies me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me, sitting across my hips. His smile is devilish as I take in the sight of his thick leaking erection resting on my stomach. His eyes reveal his wicked plan as he reaches across to the bedside table. That huge cock slides up my body as he moves, and I quiver beneath him. I am ready and waiting, but what he fetches from the drawer sends nervous chills of excitement up my spine. He takes my wrists and uses a length of satin to bind them together.

"You will squirm for me, my beautiful, before I give you what you want."

I grin. It feels naughty, forbidden, and just a little scary as he lifts my arms above my head and binds the end of the satin ribbon to the headboard. He runs his fingers down my body and lifts my legs up and out from beneath him.

"You're very naughty to keep me waiting," he taunts. "I'll have to punish you one day." His hand caresses my arse and then he gives me a sharp slap that causes me to yelp, but stick my arse out for more.

"Mmmm..." I mutter with a note of surprised pleasure.

"Patience, angel." Zane drops my legs on the mattress and takes his time exploring my body. He gently touches every inch of me with his fingertips as he makes his way slowly up my body to my lips. Then he kisses me, trailing his lips down my neck and chest, around my nipples, pursing up tight with anticipation as he flicks my hard nipples with his tongue.

There is a fire in his eyes that burns with passion but there is a wickedness there too. Zane's love will come his way and on his terms. I see his passion as clear as I see his hot, toned body. His love will be a delicious torture, and there is a familiarity to it. "Do you love this, my beautiful kitten?" One flash of his devilish smile and he's back to placing a flurry of kisses on my body.

"More than anything," the reply splutters from my mouth. I squirm against my bonds as his touch lights my body on fire. He moves down my flat stomach and around my hips, worshipping every part of me with his lips and fingertips. I long for him to take me, rocking my pelvis in response to the primal need that consumes me. He leaves me groaning and cursing as his fingers move past and work down my legs. I wriggle as his fingers tickle my knees, not stopping as he nibbles my toes. His hands press harder, more of a caress than a tickle, as he works his way back up my highly stimulated skin.

My moans only encourage him, and I am wet and ready when Zane finally slips two fingers gently into my channel. I moan in desperation, longing for more, yet he denies me.

He kisses me, right at the top of my legs where they meet my body and I part my thighs for him, allowing him to kiss right into my delicate area, and I moan, my back arches with pleasure as his fingers stroke my folds, slowly pushing two fingers inside me while his tongue circles my clit.

I have never felt such excruciating pleasure. I am hungry for him. I want him inside me, yet he denies me the release I crave. The more he pleasures me, the more I squirm, until I can't take it any longer. Writhing around on the bed, helpless, my moans turn into a cry. I need him.

"Good girl," Zane praises. "Cry for me."

"I'm glad you're enjoying this," I groan.

"Not as much as you seem to be."

"No more. Please. I need you."

Zane nods and moves up the bed. His face hangs above mine, his knees kick my legs up, and I angle myself below his cock, ready for him. Zane kisses me, his hand cupping my breast as he torments me a little longer. Finally, just as I think I will burst, he slips inside, gently pushing his hips back and forth until he fills me completely.

I let out a loud, satisfied groan as he pushes forward into me again and again. He drives deep inside me with each thrust and a small cry escapes my lips. His experience is beyond measure. He knows exactly where to touch me gently and where to be firm, but with that building pleasure comes a frustration that is driving me wild. My hands turn helplessly in their binding, desperate to grab him, to touch him. The two sensations combined beautifully into the most explosive orgasm I could ever hope for.

"Oh, kitten!" Zane moans, clenching his body above me as his cock pulses with his release shooting his hot load deep inside me. Still gasping for breath, my lips meet his and I can taste myself on him. His hand runs through my hair, and he pauses inside me.

"That was amazing," I pant. "Can we do it again?" As I praise him, I unhook my legs. I hadn't expected such tender yet torturous acts from the man, but Zane has taken my breath away.

"Now?" he teases, both hands quickly grabbing my breasts and squeezing.

"Oh gods, no!" I cry, throwing my head back, and arching beneath his grip.

"Next time, then," Zane promises, pulling the satin free from the headboard. I hold my hands up to him, but he doesn't release me.

"Get up," he orders, withdrawing from me. He holds the end of the satin strip like he owns me, while I struggle to climb from the bed, he leans back and watches. "I think I like you like this, with my cum running down your thighs," he teases.

I say nothing, just stand in front of him thinking the same thing. I hadn't thought of myself as the kind of girl who would enjoy being bound, but the feel of the satin tight around my wrists excites me. I am naked and bound and ready to follow his commands. I gaze hungrily at his cock, wanting nothing more than to be ordered to my knees and to take him in my mouth.

"Come," he says, pulling on the material and leading me into the en-suite bath. The large white room is more modern than my own, but what catches my eye is my own image captured in the full-length mirror with a thick, heavy frame. I blush at the sight of myself post-sex and all fucked out. It's then I register the whoosh of water as Zane turns the shower on.

He holds the shower door for me, allowing me to step inside. He doesn't have to worry about the tousled hair, the flushed cheeks or the wet down below, but by leading me to the shower, it shows that he does care about those things. The water is hot and powerful, it stings my sensitive nipples as it hits my chest. Zane is there behind me ready to take care of me, and as my image in the mirror bleeds away in the steam so do all my worries.

The heat of the shower ignites me as his firm hands wash my body. The wet ribbon that holds my wrists pulls my arms against my breasts, my fingers sitting at my crotch. I long to touch myself, but I also long for another thing more.

Zane stops washing me as I turn to face him. I know my own mind, and that is as sexy to Zane as the curves of my naked body. I take his cock in my hand, and his breath hitches in his throat. As I drop to my knees before him, he can say nothing, do nothing, save resting a hand against the tiled wall to steady himself. I am the one bound, and yet as I take his cock in my mouth, he is the one captured.