Beauty Submits To Her Beast by Sydney St. Claire Read Free Book Online Page B

He teased and taunted, made her feel incredibly sexy and desirable. She thrust out her hips, demanding more. God, she wanted him to suck her again, needed those clever lips on her, squeezing her clit and sucking her until he sent her over the edge.
    She whimpered and tried to grab onto that all-consuming need, tried to hold it, tame it, control it, center it, but desire raged inside her like a beast let loose to ravage the land. A thick, swirling fog blinded her, dampened all sound but the pounding of her heart and the rush of blood racing through her veins. The blanket of white was everywhere yet insubstantial. Nothing mattered except the glorious waves of pure pleasure consuming her.
    His tongue flicked across her clit, the tip probing one moment, then tracing circles around that part of her that was desperate to find release. She threw her head back and sagged as her knees buckled. She bucked wildly. “Yes. Oh, my god, yes,” she yelled, eager to gather herself in and let go.
    His thumb replaced his tongue and flicked across her clit. “Do not come until I say.”
    His voice shattered the haze of blinding desire though she found it hard to focus or think with his fingers pumping in and out of her. Sucking in her breath, Caitie knew if he kept that up she’d come with or without permission. “Yes, Sir.”
    God, don’t let her blow it and make him stop. Heat and need consumed her. Her vision narrowed. There was only him and her and the magic of touch.
    He fell into a hard, fast rhythm. She shuddered. “Please, Sir. I can’t wait.” Her voice rose.
    “Not yet.” His thumb pressed firmer, circled faster.
    Her body shook and trembled, and she tried to keep from tightening, but like a clock wound to the point of breaking, she was ready to spring apart. She gasped, drew in a deep breath, fought for control. Her cry was thin as her lungs struggled to breathe.
    “Now, my sweet sub. Scream for me and come.”
    Those had to be the sweetest words she’d ever heard. She didn’t need her beast to tell her twice. She let go. She shouted his name and flew, grabbing at the fistfuls of bright, shiny balls of candy flying around her.
    Damon tasted and drank her sweet cream as she shuddered and shook. Her pussy clamped on his fingers, and each contraction drew him deeper. She was hot, wet, and her orgasm was the most beautiful gift he’d ever received.
    Her cries were music to his ears as she sobbed his name over and over. He gentled his mouth and didn’t stop until she sagged, completely spent. Standing, he wrapped his arm around her, taking most of her weight while he unchained her wrists. Her arms fell and draped over his head.
    Each breath came in a ragged gasp as her forehead dropped to his shoulder. He held her, loving the way her curves molded against him. His hands closed over her ass, and he lifted her until she stood on her toes. His erection skimmed through her damp curls, seeking entrance to her slick pussy.
    Damon wanted nothing more than to lift her into his arms and drive himself deep inside her, but he had plans.
    “That was incredible,” she breathed.
    Her eyes were dark like liquid smoke. “Did you like your reward?”
    “Yes.” Her voice was a soft purr. “I never knew it could be so intense.” Her admission made her blush.
    “That was just the beginning.” He trailed a finger along her flushed cheek. “The first stop on a Halloween journey filled with as many houses to visit as you can handle.”
    She smiled shyly. “May I reward you now, Sir Beast?”
    “Giving yourself to me is my reward. And that is the center of what we are doing. You weren’t sure you liked being bound, but you enjoyed the experience. Correct?”
    She frowned but nodded.
    “You trusted me, and I took care of you. I pleased you.” He waited for her to absorb what he said.
    “I liked very much the way you took care of me.”
    “And that pleases me. That was a power exchange.”
    “But you—um—you haven’t