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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 29 ­
She did as he asked, sitting back until the upper part of her spine rested against
the center post of the cross. He walked around the back, lowered the crossbar, lifted her
arms and tied her hands up over her head. The position made her breasts stand out. She
felt sexy and powerless.
“Look at my sweet little Origo.” He gave her a wicked smile. “You’re wet.” He
secured two more ropes to the crossbar then stepped to one side and lifted one of her
legs.
“Yes, Master.”
He tied her leg up and out, one rope just above her knee, another at her ankle.
Then he did the same thing with her other leg.
She was as open and exposed as she could be. She was hot. Trembling. Anxious
to see what he’d do next. Her nerves were all on edge. Her muscles tight. Waves of hot
wanting coursing through her body.
“Would you like me to fuck you, my pet?” In a blink, his clothes vanished.
Everything.
His body was glorious. Perfectly proportioned. Thickly muscled.
“Yes. Please, Master. Fuck me.”
He moved to the end of the bench and straddled it. “I don’t believe you’re ready
yet.” Moistening two of his fingers with his mouth, he sat. The head of his cock was
inches from her pussy. Inches. Yet he was clearly not going to fuck her. Not yet.
She wanted to plead. She moaned instead.
He ran his damp fingers over her vulva, spreading her juices and his saliva up
over her clit. “I never take a woman before she’s ready.”
How much readier could a girl be?
Her face flamed when he thumbed her clit. Her eyelids felt like there were lead
weights tied to them. She let them fall closed and let the sensations he was stirring in
her carry her away to a dark, secret place. A place where she could let herself go and
just feel, explore, be.