Carson's Night (The Stonebrood Saga) by Tracy Cooper-Posey Read Free Book Online Page B

as hungry as your expression says, Tally?”
    “More,” she said, and her voice emerged rough.
    He finished pulling off his jeans and turned to face her. His cock was already erect and lying against his stomach. “It’s just as well. I can’t seem to get enough of you.” He moved around the bed, knelt on the edge and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Nothing too extreme this time, my love, I promise. Just slow, easy pleasure.”
    My love . The phrase seemed so natural, coming from his mouth.
    He moved to the table and came back with a silver chain. It seemed quite non-threatening, and when he lay down beside her she relaxed. He laid his hand on her belly and stroked. Her stomach quivered in response. Bound this way, she seemed far more responsive, for she could make no move in return. She was helpless to do anything but accept what he did to her. It made everything much more intense. She could not stop him from doing anything.
    Carson’s mouth closed over the tip of her breast as his fingers pinched the other, and she sucked in a sharp breath in reaction, her hips thrusting. His teeth were nipping as his tongue rasped over the tip and his mouth kept up a powerful suction on it. All while his fingers were pulling and rolling the other. She could feel her clit blooming and throbbing in reaction, and she couldn’t even bring her thighs together to try and assuage the heavy pulsing. She began to pant and moan.
    Carson released her breasts for a fraction of a second, then cool slim fingers closed around her right nipple and squeezed it. She gasped, looking down. Something like an alligator clip was at the end of the silver chain, and it was around her nipple, clamped shut, and Carson was tightening a screw on the side of it.
    “What is it?” she breathed, as the sensation built in her nipple, a pleasure/pain that was unique.
    “A nipple clamp.” He applied an identical clamp to her other nipple, tightening it the same way, and the chain slithered off the slope of her breasts as she moved.
    The heavy chain tugged at the clamps, producing a secondary sensation in her nipples that caught her breath again. “Oh!” she breathed.
    Carson went to the table again and when he returned, she could not see what he held. He placed something between her legs, then picked up one of the discarded pillows and slid it beneath her hips. That caused the chain attached to the nipple clamps to slide around, making her breath catch and hold a couple of times. Finally, she was resting upon the pillow, with Carson sitting between her thighs.
    He smiled at the view. “Perfect,” he declared, smoothing his hand over her belly. He slid his finger into her cleft, making her catch her breath as it nudged her clitoris, probed her pussy and pushed gently against her anus. More fingers, then. More teasing. The moisture that her pussy had already produced began to push from her again as she moaned and writhed on the pillow. This sort of teasing when she was so helplessly bound was unfair. She could not even thrust her mons up against his hand.
    Then he picked up the mysterious object and worked with it for a second, and she felt the touch of cool gel on her folds. Lubricant, she realized. She had heard of this ointment before. When she was already so wet with her own natural oils, extra lubricant seemed unnecessary. But when Carson spread the gel down to her anus, understanding flooded her. So did flaring excitement.
    He meant for something more substantial than his finger to probe her, this time.
    As his finger slipped inside her, she moaned.
    “Ah, you like that, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said with a gasp.
    A second finger joined the first, stretching her. For minutes his fingers worked the tight muscle, stretching her, preparing her, but she trembled in anticipation. Her pussy grew even more moist and her clit throbbed.
    When at last he withdrew his fingers, she was panting.
    The touch of the blunt probe against her ass almost made her