Sweet Satisfaction by Becca Dale Read Free Book Online

her. Her hair fell in a wild tangle, hiding her expression.
    She tried to grab the mask, but her position left her unstable without both hands against the cushion. “Take the blindfold off. This has gone on long enough.”
    He ignored the demand and wrapped a silk tie around her wrist, pulling her forward until he could fasten it to a front chair leg. Her other arm soon locked in a similar position.
    “Connor.” When he didn’t answer, she huffed and tried to twist away. “Come on, Papa Bear. Let me loose. I’m tired and sore.”
    He walked around to stand behind her once more. Her weight rested on her hips where he had stretched her over the upholstered back. Needing to touch more than he wanted to play, he ran his hands over her curvy ass, so white and plump. A groan welled in his throat. If he failed, he’d never have the opportunity to claim her. He bent and bit her lightly, scrapping his teeth over the pale rounded flesh. She moaned and her back arched toward him, flashing him a glimpse of her hot pink folds, glistening with renewed desire. “Tell me what hurts.”
    “Huh?”
    The muddled response triggered a grin. “You said you were sore. Where?” But he knew. He’d focused most of his attention on her tiny clit and tight pussy. He doubted she could handle much more in those areas.
    The negative shake of her head provided her only answer.
    Kneeling, he leaned forward and blew across her damp flesh. She jerked when he grazed her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her squeal confirmed his suspicions, but he had no intention of aggravating the tenderness further—at least not there. Shifting to a more comfortable position, he spread her ass cheeks and licked her tiny rosebud.
    Kate jerked in response. “No. I don’t—”
    “Yes. You’ll like it.” He edged closer, slicking his tongue over her, prodding, lightly invading her hole before nipping at her again. “How often have come in your sleep from thinking about this? Of being bent over, helpless and vulnerable, of a man taking you from behind, shoving his thick cock into your ass while you cry out and beg him to be gentle even though you want it rough? The idea of giving yourself to someone you can’t control thrills you as much or more than the sense of the forbidden. Doesn’t it?”
    Fear squeezed Kate’s chest. He was right, in her nightmare fantasies, the pain nearly blinded her, but still she woke wet and trembling, coming down from orgasm. “Please, I can’t do this.”
    “Give me your safe word and we’re done. Until then, we’ll test just how wild you really are, my little cat.”
    Something bumped the table beside her head, and then cool liquid trickled in a stream to follow her crack. Rough hands spread her, providing an open pathway for the lube to wend its way downward. A finger circled her rim with firm strokes. “How many men have done this to you? How often have you offered your ass to some bar bastard or bumbling jerk?”
    “Never.” The admission came out on a gasp.
    At the same moment, he drove his finger inside her. It was only one, but the savage burn sucked the oxygen from her lungs. She could not speak around the intensity. Her mind screamed, shaming her for wanting more, for loving the sense of vulnerability flooding her and the power rolling off the man behind her.
    He leaned forward to kiss and nibble her shoulders and spine. “Push out.”
    Not understanding the command, she bore down in a desperate attempt to expel his invasion. The action opened her.
    He added a second finger and shoved deeper.
    “Oh fuck! No more.”
    “Easy. You can handle it. Deep steady breaths. Let your body adjust.”
    She dropped her head to rest against the chair cushion and inhaled slowly, focusing beyond the burn. His free hand played over her back, rubbing hard above her tailbone.
    “Do you want to quit?”
    Unable to force a no from her lips, she shook her head in denial. She felt alive, revitalized in an unexpected way. The thought