Bound With Pearls by Sidney Bristol Read Free Book Online

cock.
    His spine bowed and his cock slid a little deeper into her mouth, bumping her throat. A tingling sensation spread across his lower back and his balls drew up tight. He was close.
    Bracing one hand on the bench, he pumped several quick, shallow thrusts. He groaned as the orgasm rolled up through him and his toes curled. Her mouth and throat constricted around his dick, swallowing him down.
    He was in trouble.
    Daniel needed a moment to collect himself. Grasping his limp dick, he pulled it from Christine’s mouth. He swept her hair up, winding it around the hand holding her head, and lifted the support back into place.
    Leaning over, he kissed her, the positioning a little awkward, his nose bumping her chin. Smoothing his hands over her cheeks, he opened his mouth a little wider and sucked her bottom lip between his. He kept the kiss short, for her sake.
    “That was, wow.” Her chest heaved as she spoke. Smoothing her hair off her face, he ran his hands across her shoulders as he moved to her side.
    “You okay?” She’d gotten his rocks off big time, but he wasn’t done yet.
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ll get you some water.”
    “I don’t need to…”
    He chuckled and smiled at her over his shoulder. “That’s not what I mean, but thanks. You should drink though.”
    Retrieving water bottles from the mini-fridge under the wardrobe, he helped her to drink through a straw, urging her to take more than she would have. Satisfied, he stowed their bottles back in the fridge.
    His gaze fell to her breasts as he approached the apparatus. He scowled at the dark crescents that shouldn’t have bracketed her nipples.
    “The clamps bruised you?”
    She opened her eyes. “I bruise easily. Sir.”
    He should wrap her in plastic wrap and suspend her for that. With pillows to prevent her delicate skin from bruising. Maybe a few hours spent with her nose in the corner would teach her the lesson. His words were clipped when he spoke. “You should have told me.”
    “I don’t even think about it, Sir.”
    He gripped her chin. “You. Will. Tell. Me.”
    Her eyes fluttered wide at the force behind his words, but she nodded, whispering, “Yes Sir.”
    He released her and ducked his head to her breasts. He pressed gentle kisses to each peak, laving the abused flesh.
    His exploration of her body continued after a long stop at her breasts. Daniel kissed his way to her navel and skated his hands down the sides of her waist. She shuddered under his touch.
    He looked up her body. “Ticklish?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Mmm. Good.”
    “Oh god,” she muttered.
    He ran his hands up and down her sides, using light touches. She squirmed, biting her lower lip. She didn’t like it but she wasn’t going to tell him no. Interesting, since she’d been all about telling him no previously.
    “Is there something you want to tell me?”
    Her lower lip quivered. “I’m not exactly fond of that, Sir.”
    “What do you say when something hurts or you’re uncomfortable?” He coasted his hands over her sides.
    She squirmed, trying to twist away from his touch. “Yellow.”
    “Do you want to say that now?”
    Her face twisted up. “Yes and no. I really don’t like being tickled, but it doesn’t hurt. Sir.”
    The sadistic part of him wondered how long it would take to push her to the limit, but for now he left her ticklish bits. He bypassed her hips and pussy, nibbling down one thigh. She had fantastic legs.
    He stood between her spread legs, a hand on either ankle. She was complicated. There were things about her that irritated him, but she sure as hell attracted him, made him think about the future organically, without leading him there with catty suggestions or manipulative ways.
    He unbuckled the straps at her thighs and helped her bend her joints. The silence grew heavy. She groaned and bent at the knee.
    “Oh, thank you,” she sighed.
    He cleared his throat and her eyes snapped open.
    “Sir. Thank you, Sir. Sorry, I’m usually better