Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(71)

“That’s better.” She slid off his lap and ran an appreciative eye over him, enjoying the sight of him bound to the headboard. Brutally male and hers for the taking. “Mmm. I ought to tie you up more often.”

He leered. “Or maybe I could tie you up next time?”

Zandra shot him a stern look. “Are you being impertinent?”

“No, Your Highness.”

“Better not be.”

Sliding off the bed, she retrieved the goody bag from the floor and set it down on the bedside table. She removed a flesh-toned dildo and stroked it, glad that she’d bypassed the brightly colored dildos at the store and selected one that looked realistic enough to suit her purposes.

She turned and slithered back onto the bed, then lay back on her elbows with her booted feet planted on the mattress. As Remy watched, she lifted the sheer skirt out of the way and slowly spread her legs, baring the smooth-shaven mound of her * to his dark, smoldering gaze.

He shuddered and groaned, his cock jumping against his chiseled stomach.

Enjoying his reaction, she ran the dildo up and down her labia. Her nerve endings sizzled with arousal, and moisture leaked from her sex. She circled her opening with the curved tip of the toy, then slowly slid it inside.

Her soft gasp joined Remy’s agonized groan.

She stared at his strained face, the muscles pulled taut over his clenched jaw as he watched her push the dildo deeper inside her wet cunt.

With his wrists bound to the headboard, he couldn’t reach down to stroke his raging erection to relieve some of the pressure. He could only watch and burn with frustration as Zandra began f*cking herself with the rubber cock, moaning with pleasure.

“Damn you,” he growled at her, his chest heaving as his breathing accelerated. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Not at all. You’d be no good to me dead.” She sat up, ripped away the skirt, spread her knees on the bed and began riding the dildo in earnest.

She thought Remy would go crazy.

“Zandra,” he groaned, his hips surging off the bed. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Don’t call me that,” she panted sharply. “I’m your queen, remember?”

“Yes...Your Highness.”

“What’s wrong?” she taunted wickedly. “Don’t like watching me ride another cock? Hmm? It’s nowhere near as big as yours, but—” she paused to moan as she shoved the dildo even deeper “—it feels so good.”

Remy swore harshly, his eyes slamming shut.

“Open your eyes, slave,” she commanded. “Watch what I’m doing.”

When he did, the raw hunger in his gaze nearly undid her.

She rode the dildo faster, her breasts bouncing above the tight corset as her breathing escalated to match Remy’s.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick. It was impossibly hard, shooting straight into the air as if it were made of steel and not flesh and blood. A thick vein pulsed and throbbed as pearly precum erupted from the narrow slit and streamed down the sides like a bubbling volcano.

Her mouth watered, and her sex ached to be filled with him. It was all she could do not to yank out the dildo and impale herself on that monster erection of his.

She rocked her hips up and down, her * sucking hard on the fake phallus as fluid ran down her slit and between her buttocks.

She was on the verge of coming when Remy tugged at the leather restraints, his thick biceps bulging.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she scolded breathlessly. “What did I tell you about trying to get free? You’re my prisoner. I’ll release you when I’m ready to release you.”

His eyes flashed with savage displeasure, but he stopped moving.

“Good slave.” She gave him a sultry smile. “Do you want this *?”

His nostrils flared. “You know I do.”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Bad,” he growled. “So f*cking bad.”

She smiled with satisfaction. “And you shall have it. Any way you want it.”

Anticipation filled his eyes as she slowly eased the dildo out of her body. It was slick and coated with her creamy juices.

Holding Remy’s gaze, she slid the rubber cock into her mouth and closed her eyes on a sultry moan of pleasure.

He made a strangled sound—half tortured groan, half violent expletive.

She laughed, deliberately licking the toy clean before reaching over to set it down on the table.

She turned back to Remy and pointed. “Slide down on the bed.”

He obeyed at once, moving down so that his muscular arms were stretched over his head and he was propped slightly on the pillows.

As he watched, she climbed over him and straddled his face backward. “Eat my *.”

The throaty command had barely been issued before he pressed his hot mouth to her drenched cunt. Her back arched, and she had to bite down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out with ecstasy.

Her thighs shook as he nibbled at her clit, rubbing it with his lips and tongue. She shuddered deeply, reaching down to squeeze her swollen breasts through the corset as he licked and stroked the plump folds of her slit, his hot breath gusting over her slick flesh.

She tilted her ass and hips back against his face, pushing at his hungry mouth as he ate her * with slow, deep licks that went from her clit to her *. With every stroke of his tongue, her body reeled with pleasure and raw sensation. Though she tried not to moan, it felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop the tears that swam into her eyes. The man’s oral prowess was a lethal weapon.