Hunted by Ella Ardent Read Free Book Online

commanded. She did, the sight of those lips pursing to make the gesture sending heat stabbing through Damon. “And beg,” he added.
    “Please blindfold me,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Please ensure that I’m a helpless possession.” She swallowed, her throat working. “Make me captive, Damon, then do whatever you want to me.”
    “There’s an invitation I can’t refuse.” He blindfolded her with decisive gestures, winding the cloth several times around her head and knotting it securely at the back. Her mouth worked in silence, then her lips relaxed, the lack of sight soothing her.
    “Look at that mouth,” he said, rubbing his thumb roughly across her lips. “You do like the blindfold.”
    “Oh yes,” Shara whispered. This time, when her hips moved against the table, it was a move of desire. “It’s kind of mysterious, not knowing what you’re going to do to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet.”
    Damon could help with that. Shara continued to squirm, rubbing herself against the leather in a futile effort to relieve the tension. “Go ahead and prove to yourself that you’re helpless,” he invited, entranced when she did just that. She struggled and jerked, fighting her bonds, trying to flail.
    When she subsided with a little moan of frustration, Damon had already prepared the dildo. It was long and thick, with a flat-headed spur that would press against her clitoris. The shape of it ensured she wouldn’t be able to eliminate contact with it, no matter how she wriggled, especially when she was bound as she was. He lubricated the dildo and tugged on his gloves, then placed his hand on her lower back, urging her butt into the air.
    “What are you going to do?” She stiffened, but he ran one finger down her labia. She shivered in delight.
    “Teach you to trust me.”
    She smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
    “You should. Now, be silent unless you have pain or a complaint. If I have to gag you, you won’t enjoy the game.”
    “Because you have plans for my mouth.”
    Damon touched his fingertip to her lips again. She licked his gloved hand, then purred agreement to his scheme. He liked that she was playful and clearly enjoying herself. He caressed her back slowly and she parted her legs in surrender just as she parted those gorgeous lips.
    He had to make her wear that red lipstick all the time. It was almost worn off now, just a faint stain on her lips, and it still set him on fire. He watched her touch her tongue to her lips, her pleasure as evident from her expression as from her dripping puss.
    Then he dipped two fingers into the stimulating cream sold by The Phoenix. He smeared it over her labia and Shara caught her breath. She instantly became hotter and wetter, her hips grinding as he worked the cream into her every fold with his gloved hand. When he rubbed it into her clitoris, he thought she’d come off the table.
    She moaned so deeply he knew it would take everything he had to not drill her senseless before the morning.
    “It’s a stimulant they sell here,” he told her. “How does it feel?”
    “Amazing,” she breathed. “I need a souvenir.”
    “No, you need a master who will put it on you when you’re good, and satisfy you only when you’re better.”
    Shara shuddered and parted her legs wider. Damon ran the head of the dildo over her labia, then nudged it against her vulva.
    “It’s not you,” she whispered, as if displeased by that.
    “Not yet,” he said and eased the dildo inside her. Shara was so receptive he couldn’t believe his luck. Her back arched a little as she took the length, and an enticing moan escaped from her mouth.
    Then Damon put the spur against her clitoris, and she gasped.
    When he turned on the vibrator embedded in it, she cried out and squirmed. The sight of her wriggling butt was nearly enough to make him come in his pants, but Damon wasn’t going to waste an orgasm.
    He’d save it and make it count.
    “Please!” Shara