Any Way You Want It (Brand Clan #2)(72)

Seconds later she was climaxing, spasm after spasm slamming through her body and leaving her gasping. She felt the hot rush of her cum flowing out of her, shivered uncontrollably as Remy lapped it up with his tongue.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head, fighting to regain her composure before she could resume the game.

Gradually she collected herself and opened her heavy-lidded eyes.

“Very good, slave,” she managed to say calmly. “I’ll have to keep you around.”

“Thank you, my queen.” Remy’s voice was so husky she heard the barely leashed control. And she knew why.

His engorged dick, glazed with precum, demanded her immediate attention.

She lowered her head, her mouth hovering tantalizingly over the rearing cock.

“Do you want me to suck you?” she purred wickedly.

A hard tremor ran through his body. “Fuck, yeah.”

Her lips twitched. “Fuck, yeah, what?”

“Fuck, yeah, Your Highness.”

She smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, felt him jerk at her touch. He was so hard and engorged with blood she could feel every vein bulging out along the hot skin.

As she slowly pumped her hand up and down, he grew even thicker and harder, and precum dripped faster from the narrow slit to make her hand slick.

She leaned down and licked the glistening tip of his cock.

He groaned hoarsely, his head falling back against the pillows.

She ran her tongue down to the base and back up around the head. He shivered, his muscular thighs clenching. She closed her lips tight around the bulbous tip, then sucked her way down to his hairy groin, deep-throating him.

Remy shuddered and swore, loud and long.

Tossing her hair over one shoulder, Zandra began moving her head up and down as she sucked him. She used her tongue to trace the protruding veins, used her lips as a suction around his throbbing cockhead. She didn’t neglect his engorged balls. She cupped and massaged them as her mouth milked his shaft, coating him with her saliva.

His feet twitched and his toes curled as he thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeper inside her. His guttural sounds of pleasure excited and aroused her, made wetness leak from between her thighs.

“My queen...” he groaned in a voice so ragged with lust it sent chills through her. “Ah, f*ck...”

As his breathing grew harsh and labored, Zandra knew he was going to explode at any moment. So she wasn’t prepared when he suddenly lifted his head from the pillow and licked her soaking *.

She shattered at the same time that he violently ejaculated, shooting hot cream into her mouth and down the back of her throat.

She swallowed without choking, then slumped forward onto his muscular legs as he lay there gasping and shuddering. Neither could speak for several long moments.

When Zandra finally got her larynx to work again, she looked over her shoulder and demanded imperiously, “Who gave you permission to put your mouth on me again, slave?”

Remy chuckled, low and sexy. “It’s called sixty-nine, Your Highness. Perhaps you have another term for it, but when two people are in this position, the general idea is to provide mutual oral pleasure.”

Zandra smothered a laugh. “Don’t get smart.”

“My bad, Your Highness.”

“Yes, you are. You’re very bad. But I’ve decided to show you some mercy.” She climbed off him, turned around and unlocked the leather handcuffs, leaving them dangling from the headboard.

Suddenly freed from his restraints, Remy sat up and lunged toward her.

She put her hand to the wall of his chest, halting his advance. “Not so fast, slave. I’m still in command.”

His eyes glittered.

She shivered at the realization that she might as well have said “Stay” to a dangerous, bloodthirsty wolf.

She waited weakly for Remy to pounce.

But he surprised her.

“All right,” he smoothly acquiesced.

She smiled approvingly. “Good boy.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Her stomach quivered.

She bit her lip, then nodded her consent.

He leaned forward, slanting his mouth over hers. The kiss was slow and tender, such an achingly sweet counterpoint to the eroticism of their role-playing that tears stung her eyes. If she hadn’t already accepted that she loved him, she would have known in that moment.

Her lips clung to his as he slowly drew back.

They stared at each other.

Then he smiled that slow, sexy smile that always melted her insides.

“Get the nipple clamps from the bag,” she whispered.

His eyes twinkled. “Aye, my queen.”

As he moved to do as he’d been told, she admired his firm, round butt. The man was the epitome of masculine perfection and beauty.

When he returned to her, she angled her back to him. “Undo my corset.”

“With pleasure.”

She held her hair out of the way as he unhooked the binding, his knuckles skimming the skin on her back as he worked quickly. When he was done, he tossed the corset aside and gripped her shoulders, turning her around on the bed.

His hands reached out and plumped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples until they were achingly hard.

He groaned with appreciation. “God, you have the prettiest tits, Zan— Your Highness,” he caught himself.