At His Whim by Erika Masten Read Free Book Online

and draw it slowly, torturously along my slit.  At the end, the tip of his tongue darted down to flick my pulsing clitoris, and I cried out and jerked beneath him.  “Please please please,” I implored, my voice caught between a gasp and a sob of overwhelming frustration.
    When he straightened to his knees over me, I panted openly, trying to control myself, trying to come to grips with the obvious reality that part of Knight’s domination style was to draw out the pleasure and deny me a quick climax.  I told myself I could do this.  I had asked for it.
    I wasn’t so certain of myself or how much denial I could stand when the broad head of Adrian’s cock—and only the head—pushed through my swollen lips to pierce me.  A flare of pain.  That delicious ache.  The insistent throb as my core demanded he fill it.
    His hands were planted in the sand on either side of me, arms locked, and I thought I saw beads of sweat beginning to form along his temple and cheek.  God, yes, I thought.  I wanted this to be hard for him, too.  I wanted it to hurt—to physically ache—to be so near and not just take me.
    But Adrian had his wants, as well.  Arms bending and shaking with tension, he bent over me and his tongue went after my nipples, flicking, lapping, circling.  Then he sucked the rigid nubs firmly, squeezing my breasts until he had to use his hands to hold down my hips.
    His mouth released my nipple.  “Talk to me, Chloe.”  The sound of my first name stilled my restless squirming.  “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
    “Too much.”  That was the first response that came to mind.  I lifted my head from the sand to stare down at the joining of our bodies.  “It hurts with you just inside me.  Please, more.  Fuck me.”
    “This?” he demanded, giving only an inch more.  “This is what you want?”
    “Yes, more!”
    Another inch.  “How does it feel, Chloe?”
    “God,” I cried, actual tears forming at the outer corners of my eyes, my arms burning with the strain of struggling against their binding.  “Like you’re pulling me apart.  All the way.  Please.  I need you.”
    “You need me?”
    Nodding, tossing my head, I sighed, “Yes.  I need it.  I need you.”
    And I did.  Half measure was unbearable, straining the muscles of my entrance.  If I could just have felt him all the way inside me, thrust deep, then I could relax around him, accommodate his size and force.
    Had I begged enough?  Was it that I said I needed him?  Adrian pounded his hips forward, driving himself full length between my legs, piercing me, pinning me, sending a shuddering wave of aching delight through my groin.  He didn’t draw back, though, didn’t set a rhythm of fast strokes to drive us both to our finale.
    Instead he gathered me against him, carefully straightening, lifting me until he was on his knees with me balanced on his hips.  My full weight ground me down on his shaft, my clitoris crushed between our bodies.  I watched Adrian wet two fingers in his mouth but didn’t suspect his intention until I felt them worming their way into my tender anus.
    My head fell back, and I gasped silently up at the starry sky, forcing Adrian to lean hard to prevent me from collapsing backward.
    “Stay with me, Chloe,” he commanded, remaining perfectly still until I gathered myself enough to raise my head and look at his face.  “I want you to feel everything I’m feeling.” He thrust up under me once, grunting with the effort, seating himself even deeper inside me, if that was possible.  I swore I could feel his cock jerking and twitching inside me, like the walls of my pussy.  “I want you to watch me ride you and know every moment it’s me taking you.”
    I nodded, beyond speech, almost beyond thought.
    Adrian bucked up under me again, once, twice, huffing with exertion.  Then he was building a rhythm, building speed, pounding up into me.  The end of every thrust applied greater and greater pressure