Move Me by Emma Holly Read Free Book Online

he
declared.
    When he put his mouth on her, it felt like
all her nerves sprang to life at once.
    “Oh my God,” she groaned, squirming
helplessly in her restraints. He was licking and sucking at the
same time, focused almost entirely on her clitoris. Sensation
rolled in waves up her pussy. Her thighs were trembling, her
muscles strained. She tugged at her bonds, but only her hips would
move. The leather held her like extra hands, the straps warm and
conforming.
    “Mmm,” he hummed into her.
    He didn’t touch her except with his mouth.
His wrists remained wrapped up in the last strap, as if he’d bound
himself too. The walls of her sex felt like they were thick, her
pleasure gathering in a ball. John rocked his chin to her harder,
and she groaned at how close she was.
    She didn’t think it was her idea that
the ties on her legs yanked them wider without warning.
    She dangled at John’s mercy, exposed and held
captive by the skill of his lips and tongue. Turning his head, he
caught the hood of her clitoris between his teeth. He tugged
gently, and she cried out. Her climax had actually started, the
sharp-sweet ache shooting up in her.
    John backed off and sat on his heels.
    “No,” Belle panted, when her lips agreed to
form anything but a curse. “You can’t leave me hanging here.”
    “I want to.” He grinned wickedly up at
her.
    “This is my dream.”
    “Which you invited me into. That means I get
a say.”
    Belle knew she was pouting angrily. People
couldn’t invite each other into their dreams. Brains didn’t work
that way. “Even while I’m asleep, you’re annoying me.”
    He rose to his feet laughing, the sound
rolling rich and deep. He kissed her frowning lips, then nuzzled
her ear sweetly. “Why don’t you ask what I want?”
    “What do you want?” she repeated
ill-naturedly.
    “You,” he said, “screaming with
pleasure.”
    Having that to think about silenced her. He
lifted his hands, demonstrating that they were still wrapped in the
last leather tie.
    “Unbind,” he ordered, and the leather
uncoiled from him.
    “Are you a magician?” she asked.
    “Not exactly.”
    “Then what?”
    He gave her a mild scolding look. “Do you
want me to make you scream or not?”
    She squirmed in her bonds at the reminder.
“Sure I do. I’d just like to know who I’m sleeping with.”
    “This is a dream. Who I am doesn’t
matter.”
    Belle would have debated this, except she
noticed the final tie undulating like an eel in the air beside him.
How was he doing that? She didn’t see any wires. The floating tie
made a little inquiring noise, as if asking John for
instructions.
    “Pleasure her,” he said, not moving his gaze
from hers. “But don’t push her over the edge.”
    Belle let out a squeak as the tie slapped
itself between her legs. Perhaps an inch wide and the same
thickness as a belt, the leather wriggled until her labia made room
for it. The tie’s long tail wrapped twice around her waist, which
increased the pressure it exerted as it rubbed her clitoris. The
capper came when the front end tucked itself into the coil. Then
her odd sexual aid really had leverage.
    With a knowing smile, John watched her writhe
and gasp. Belle couldn’t deny she liked what the tie was doing. The
smugness of his expression, on the other hand, she could have lived
without. The most compliant woman in the world - which she was not
- would have resented him telling it not to finish her.
    “Are you going to stand there watching,” she
demanded between groans, “or are you man enough to help?”
    He seemed immune to her taunt - too
confident, she supposed. Rather than come closer, he slid his hands
down his fine, fine torso and over his lean hipbones, teasing her
with the beauty she was too tied up to reach. Sinews flickered
among his muscles, mesmerizing her. Up his inner thighs he drew the
caress, until his fingers supported the underside of his balls.
Heat ran out of her as he rubbed their front with his