He places a kiss on my hip, another lower on my abdomen. I squirm against my restraints, aching for more. Needing his touch.
Finally, his mouth is on me. Worshipping. Devouring.
I cry out, struggling to keep my eyes on the art. To obey.
It’s exquisite torture. The rasp of his tongue and beard on my sensitive flesh. The coil of desire winding tighter and tighter within me.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watch the lovers on the canvas, imagining us in their place. Jayden’s strong body pressed to mine, joined as one.
A moan escapes my lips. I’m so close.
He slides two fingers inside me, crooking them in a beckoning motion.
My orgasm crashes over me in waves, intense and all-consuming. I throw my head back, my wrists straining against the rope.
“Eyes open,” Jayden growls, nipping at my thigh.
I blink, refocusing on the painting. On the lovers and their dance of flesh. Just as Jayden wants.
Always just as Jayden wants. Because he knows exactly what I need.
Jayden stands, trailing his fingers up my body as he rises and loosens the rope slightly.
I meet his gaze, my cheeks flushed and my heart pounding.
“On your knees,” he commands softly.
I sink to my knees, the rope around my wrists slackening. He reties them, binding my hands behind my back.
“Open.” He taps my lower lip with his thumb.
I part my lips, eyes locked on his. On the bulge straining against his jeans.
He frees himself, his thick cock springing free. Precum glistens on the tip.
“Suck.”
I lean in eagerly as he comes closer, flicking my tongue over his sensitive head. Teasing. Tasting.
A growl rumbles in his chest. He fists a hand in my hair, guiding himself between my lips.
I relax my throat, taking him deeper. Choking. Gagging. Spit trailing down my chin.
The sounds grow wet and vulgar. I work him with lips and tongue, hollowing my cheeks. My throat contracting around his length.
“Fuck, just like that,” Jayden groans, his hips bucking.
He’s close. I can feel it. Can taste it on my eager tongue.
I redouble my efforts, moaning around his cock, the vibrations shooting straight to his balls.
With a shout, he spills down my throat. Hot and bitter and perfect.
I swallow greedily, not stopping until he pulls away.
Chest heaving, Jayden stares down at me. His pupils are wide with desire.
“Good girl,” he rasps, tucking himself away.