“Master?”
The concern in her voice suggested she realized she might have crossed a line, but the way he eased her fingers from his hair and kissed her knuckles no doubt went some way to assuage her.He would ensure she knew the consequence of her effort, but equally, he’d make sure she enjoyed the choice too.
Her expression was dazed as he drew away, untangling himself from her warmth and helping her back onto all fours.
“Onto your back now,” he ordered, smacking her tempting ass cheek as she scrambled to obey.
She stretched out on the rug in front of him, her hair fanning out behind her as though she was some sort of winged messenger from the skies.Except Kronos had met those divine intermediaries, and none of them held a candle to the mortal splayed before him.
“Move toward the fire.”He motioned to the flames as if she wouldn’t know where he meant.“I wouldn’t want you getting cold while I feast.”
Her brow rose at that, but she inched into position without complaint.Probably, he presumed, because she suddenly had an inclination about his intentions.Or so she thought.
Suppressing the smirk that threatened to rise at his plan, he climbed between her legs, wrapping his forearms around her thighs and drawing her alluring pussy in his direction.
He glanced up past her magnificent breasts to her face.Propped up on her elbows, she caught her lip between her white teeth.“I realize I’ve never tasted your sweet pussy, little one.It’s time to rectify that situation.”
“Yes, Master.”Her head fell backward as though she needed to catch her breath.
“Lie back,” he warned her.“I’m not going to be gentle.”
Her head had just rested on the rug when he dove between her legs, his tongue lapping at her pink flesh.It wasn’t usually his style to deliver oral sex, particularly so early into a new dynamic, but he had a good reason for his sudden show of generosity.Devouring her cunt wouldn’t only ready his cock for another round of play, but bringing her to another orgasm would inadvertently provide them with all the lubrication they’d need for what he had in mind next.
“Oh, Master.”She reacted immediately, her hips rising to meet his mouth.“Please, yes!”
Lifting her hips from the rug, his tongue circled her clitoris, and his balls clenched at her delicious flavor and urgent whimpers.
“Oh, God.”Her hand fell to his head again, her fingers nestling in his tresses.
“Not this time,” he said, reaching for her hand and lowering it to the rug at her side.“Hands over your head, Kristina.”
He could have restrained them with his magic, but there was something so gratifying about watching her comply with his request, and obey she did, shifting her hands at once.
“You’re mine,” he reminded her, settling back into place.“No touching unless I say so.”
She groaned, her hips rising in a wordless plea for more of his attention.
“Settle down, little one,” he chastised, smacking her left cheek with his palm.“You’re going to get absolutely everything you deserve.”
Chapter Thirteen
Kris
Planting her feet into the soft rug and raising her thighs, Kris wanted to cry at how good Kronos felt between them.While she’d performed fellatio a few times on the men she’d bedded, she’d waited for a man who wanted to go down on her, and finally, the one who’d made that happen was the most impressive specimen of all.
She gripped her fingers above her head, feeling the heat of the fire against her bare skin and resisting the urge to reach for him.By God, though, the feel of him tonguing her pussy was divine.He lapped at her as if she were a delicacy about to leave the menu, and she loved his urgency.Arching her back, she willed him on, knowing that after her recent pleasure, it wouldn’t take much to topple her back into ecstasy and, oh, how she wanted that.
Until Kronos, the most climaxes she had achieved had been single orgasms won by her hard-working vibrator.With him, though, she’d already benefitted from two, and if she was lucky, a third might be on its way.
Lifting her head, she watched him at work, acknowledging that there had never been a sexier sight.Kronos’ gorgeous head of hair, his rippling shoulders and back muscles, and his possessive intent; every fiber of him was focused on one thing and one alone—her heightening arousal.
She gasped as her head fell back to the rug, wondering how she could have been so fortunate.Deep down, she recognized the man was still her captor, but in the heat of that moment, his malevolence was irrelevant.He wanted to please her, and even though she had no idea why he’d chosen to do so after she’d cheekily used his name, she didn’t dare query the result.
She yearned for that high every inch as much as he appeared to want to offer it.
Her hips rocked to their own cadence, meeting the sweet, warm friction of his tongue before falling lower to brush her ass against the mat.Lost to that exquisite rhythm, she didn’t notice his hand snaking along her body until his fingers grasped her left breast.
She moaned when his digits pinched her bud, knowing the additional impetus was precisely what was required to push her over the precipice.Imagining her arms were bound the way they’d been when she’d first woken up, she thrust her hips faster.Kris didn’t know why the idea of being his prisoner was suddenly so hot.She hadn’t welcomed it when he’d insisted on spanking her or watching her use the facilities, but in the midst of his devotion, a part of her wished those binds would reappear.She longed for him to hold her down and make her submit, just as he was pushing her higher and forcing her to freefall.