The Strength of the Pack (Suncoast Society #30)(35)

She felt safe, enveloped.

Protected.

Her other hand dropped to his briefs and she slid them down his legs, letting them fall to the floor. She felt him step out of them and kick them out of the way, and then it was her hands on his cock, squeezing, one hand cupping his full sac, cradling it in her palm.

He didn’t tongue-f*ck her either as they tasted, teased, nipped, explored.

She couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled her head back, breaking their kiss. “Please,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I…I want you, Sir.”

He scooped her into his arms and gently set her on the massage table. “On your tummy,” he said.

She carefully rolled over. He gathered her hair up and off her back, and she realized he was putting it in an elastic band. Then she heard him do his, too, and suspected what was coming next.

He spread oil across her back, kneading, both relaxing and exciting her, his bare flesh against hers. Seconds later, the snick of the lighter, and the feel of the first rounded glass cup taking hold, the suction tugging on her flesh on the back of her right shoulder. He tested the suction and then moved it, positioning it where he wanted. Five cups later, she had them from shoulder to the middle of her back.

“Don’t move, baby,” he said. “Be my good girl.”

Her toes curled when she felt the sharp drag of whatever it was, she suspected a knife, against her flesh. Just the tip tracing around and through the cups, weaving, dancing along her flesh. Down her spine, over her ass, down her thighs and back up again, over and over, not quite pain but a struggle for her to hold still until he finally stopped.

He checked the cups and then she felt him walk down to her feet. He picked up her left one. “I’ve done a little acupressure on you before, but not like this.” His fingers probed, sliding over her flesh, searching for something in her instep.

Apparently he found it, because he stopped. His thumb circled the spot, and then he began to apply pressure.

She gasped, having to curl her fingers around the end of the table as agony shot up her leg, but as fast as it started, it was gone.

He chuckled. “Good girl. Again.”

He repeated it several times, longer each time, leaving her gasping for breath as she struggled not to pull away from him. Yet she couldn’t make herself safeword for it. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

And she wanted to take it for him.

He moved to another point, on the inside of her big toe, producing similar results until he started massaging her foot before gently placing it on the table.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice sounding throaty, hoarse, a tone she couldn’t remember hearing before. “For the record, this is only as hard as I’m pressing.” He took one finger and pressed against the back of her left calf, not even remotely uncomfortable.

“Wow,” she said, feeling shaky.

He laughed. “I know, right?”

Then he did it to her right foot. She was barely aware of it when he set her foot down and moved up her body again, one hand caressing her ass while the other he used to tug on the cups and check them.

The hand on her ass slid lower, between her thighs. Her legs parted for him and she gasped when one finger lightly brushed her clit.

“Please, Sir,” she whined.

“Is my girl horny?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Does my girl want to come?”

“Please, Sir!”

“Soon,” he teased, withdrawing his hand.

He shifted the cups into new positions on her back, removing one and resetting it. He walked around to her head and kissed her, this time his fingers grabbing her hair, tightly holding on as his tongue hungrily f*cked her mouth.

She felt the soft slide of rope over her skin.

“Legs and hands. Okay?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

He quickly tied her arms to the head of the table, and bent her legs back, tying them that way before pushing her thighs wider apart and tying her so she couldn’t draw them closed.

He removed the cups, rubbing her back after he did. He disappeared for a moment but she followed him with her ears, listening as it sounded like he plugged something in.

She flinched when she felt something between her legs and then realized it was a vibrator.

“You’ve seen others use these at the club,” he said, sounding very amused. She could picture his handsome, playful smirk as he said it. “Bloody ingenious things, these Hitachis.”

He flicked it on.

It was probably a good thing he had tied her to the table or she likely would have fallen off when the orgasm hit her. He slipped his fingers into her mouth as she moaned, screamed around them while he kept the vibrator pressed against her clit.

Holy…fuuuck…

No lie, it was the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life.

And, she quickly started to realize, it wasn’t going to stop until he was ready to let it stop.

He leaned in and nuzzled her right ear. “You…are…beautiful.”

He pulled his fingers from her mouth as she undulated on the table, trying to get away from the vibrator but unable to. He switched hands holding the vibrator and it was only too late she understood his plan.

His fingers skillfully found the pressure point in her right instep and he pressed, making her bite down on her scream, pleasure and pain mixed up in her brain and her body too far gone to want either to stop at this point. He alternated feet, back and forth, until finally he switched the vibrator off, leaving her trembling on the table.