Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(111)

Her tongue moved again, tasting, testing, learning, each time steadier, with more certainty.

Her face catalogued his every response. She parted her lips farther, and with question in her eyes, she leaned forward.

Nodding his permission, he placed a hand on each side of her head, his fingers digging into her curls, guiding her along.



She circled him completely, at first just the tip, her tongue moving about just inside her lips. And then she leaned forward, her head tilting as she took him, more and more. Pulling back, she breathed, and then moved forward again.

Warmth, moisture, and pressure, the most exquisite velvet pressure. He could have died in this moment and been happy—if only there had not been so much more he wanted to do to her, to experience with her.

His eyes focused on her face as her eyes came up and met his. In, out. Her cheeks puffed and tightened, her mouth sliding his length again and again.

The sensations were overwhelming, his whole focus lost in the slide of Bliss’s mouth over his hard flesh. He felt his balls move up, tightening. He was not going to last long. It was all too much.

His eyes closed against his will. He forced them open, unwilling to miss a single moment of this fantasy.

The urge to thrust hard and deep grew within him, filling him. His fingers gripped her head tighter, tighter.

Her eyes caught his again, held them, as she tilted her head farther back, gifting him full access. He pushed deeper, felt his balls slap against her chin.

God. Oh God.

He saw her desire, saw her pleasure.

Her mouth pressed tighter, her tongue working a trail of sensation and delight.

And it was too much.

He thrust forward, pulling her face tight to him—and the world exploded. Color. Blackness. And sensation, so much sensation. It shot through him, a bolt of lightning blanking out his entire being.



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Exhilaration filled her as she swallowed. Even when she’d done this the other night it had not been like this. It was difficult to breathe and she did not care. She’d felt the power flow between them, felt her own strength, and for the first time truly understood the potency of giving up control—and still maintaining it. Stephan had guided every moment of the encounter, but only because she allowed him to do so.

Her tongue swept out, capturing the remaining moisture from the tip of his cock. His whole body shivered in response, the overwhelming pleasure of her every touch clear. A shudder of deep desire ran through her. Leaving her wanting and yet so satisfied. For the first time she understood Stephan’s ability to await his own satisfaction as he granted her hers. It was a heady feeling to grant such a gift to another.

She pressed her legs tight as her own need wound in her belly.

Stephan stood still for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he drew in deep heavy breaths.

“Thank you,” he said, taking a step back from her and drawing the robe closed about him. She wanted to moan her protest. Her eyes longed to see more of him. She wanted to taste him further, to examine his whole body again, to bring him once more to that point where he lost all of his careful control.

For a moment he just stood there, watching her, and she wondered if he would leave her, make her wait. He was very capable of such an action.



She had to stop herself from begging before he’d even made a move.

Their eyes met.

“I am going to help you rise to standing,” he stated, bending to place a hand on each of her upper arms. Her calves strained with effort as she pushed off on the balls of feet. Her knees gave a weak protest as she straightened them. It was impossible to tell how many moments she’d been kneeling, so enrapt had she been in her task.

“Hmmm, I love your appearance, but I fear it may be time to release you—or at least reposition you.”

“But I…”

“Are you really going to argue with me now?” It would be impossible to mistake the smile in his voice, or the smugness—and yet still he spoke with complete command.

“No.”

“Good.” He placed a hand upon the diamond clasp and with the other reached out to stroke the curve of one breast.

Her body jerked, surprised by the reaction to that simple touch.

“The binding can cause swelling. And with swelling, tenderness.” His fingers curved up about one swollen red nipple. He pinched lightly, she could see it was lightly, but a deep throb built between her legs and her eyes watered at the intensity of the feeling. “Yes, definitely time to release you. We will play more with ties when I have more time.”

The fingers at the clasp undid it and with a few simple twists the strand loosened about her breasts, although it remained wrapped around her shoulders.

She drew in a deep breath as she felt blood flow back into her breasts, alighting a thousand tingles.



With rapid hands, Stephan unwound her until only her wrists remained tied behind her back. He held her there for a moment and then pulled her against him, his mouth sweeping down to take her lips, hard, fast, deep. He plundered her mouth and all she could do was offer him more. She opened before him, allowing him full access.

He pressed tight, devouring and hungry.

Her toes curled with the delight of it all.

And then her hands were free; she heard the rustle of the pearls falling to the floor.

Her arms ached for a moment as she brought them forward, but then they were about him and all was wonder—wonder and delight. She pressed her whole body to his, feeling the joy of the hard planes of his body, her hands slipping beneath his gown, running over the smooth skin of his muscled chest.