Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(33)

“I—I—ah—no.” She tried to make the answer more certain than she felt. She hadn’t yet had the thought, but now that Duldon had put the words in her mind it was hard to think of anything else. Lick Duldon’s cock? It should have been a repellant thought, but now it filled her. She found herself wetting her lips and tried hard to suppress the urge. Betraying her thoughts would not be desirable.

“You are such a liar, but I will let that pass for now. I should warn you that I may have to punish you in the future if you persist in such untruths.” His low voice curled about her in the near dark.

Her mind suddenly filled with the thought of Mr. Binkshaw’s palm landing about his wife’s bare behind. Her buttocks clenched in response. Had he felt that? She dearly hoped not. She should not be wondering what it would feel like to have Duldon’s palm smacking down on her flesh, imagining the burn—and then the pleasure. God, she knew it would bring pleasure. It shouldn’t. It should hurt. It would hurt, but…She turned her face slightly, trying to hold her expression still.



He chuckled, one hand sliding down over her waist and settling on her backside. He squeezed and not gently.

He had most definitely felt her response. Now she had to resist the urge to groan.

Focus on what was before her. Think of that and none of this.

Which would have been a good deal easier if the hand on her buttocks was not squeezing and releasing in a most tantalizing pattern at the same time that the hand upon her breast was stroking in an alternating pattern and slowly, far too slowly, moving upward.

Look, don’t think.

Green had progressed from licking. His lips were locked about the tip of Black’s cock and he was applying some suction based upon the indent of his cheeks. He moved back and forth along the flesh, his lips locked tight. Black lowered his hands again and wrapped his fingers tight in his lover’s hair. Was it correct to call them lovers? She didn’t care. It was clearly what they were. They were beautiful, so beautiful.

Black pressed against Green’s head, urging him forward. Green resisted, then pulled back, removing his lips completely. He laughed and stared up at Black. His lips opened to say something and Black laughed hard. The muscled lines in his chest and abdomen rippled in response. Green leaned forward and again placed his lips about the…

“What do you call the end of the cock? Is there a name? Is it just the tip? I mean the thick plum-shaped part. Can I just call it the plum?”

“I would say not. Or perhaps only if you are sucking upon it. I daresay I would let you use any term you liked if your lips were locked about my prick. Although if your lips were sucking me deep, you might find it hard to speak. And to answer your question, it is normally referred to as the head of the penis.”



Ignore the images his words placed in her mind. Think only of Black and Green. Green’s lips had devoured the head now and were moving up the length of the…

“Shaft,” Duldon’s voice interrupted her before she could even think the following question. “The rest of it is called the shaft. And right next to the body is the base. The sack below can just be called the sack or the balls or the bollocks.”

Bliss did her best to ignore Duldon beyond his words. She would take the knowledge and use it, if only in her mind. Her thighs quivered as Duldon’s hands continued to wander.

Green’s lips slid further along Black’s shaft. Was that really possible? She couldn’t imagine taking something so deep into her own mouth, couldn’t imagine the feel of it against the back of her throat, couldn’t imagine being so filled. Her tongue traced the roof, from right behind her teeth to as far back as it could reach. She tried hard to imagine what Green must be feeling. She opened her lips, leaning forward as he was. Her hips moved tighter into Duldon’s hand, and she could only rejoice in the sensation.

Green was moving back and forth, and back and forth, pulling Black deep and then releasing him. Black’s whole body could have been a single unbending piece as Green worked upon him. Black was stiff with effort, his whole focus on the man before him, on what Green was doing. Staring down at his lover, his eyes filled with want and need, Black’s shifted back and forth, his fingers still locked in Green’s hair, clenching and releasing. Together they were a play of light and darkness, shine and shadow. Their muscles glistened in the light, rippling, hardening, clenching, releasing. So, so beautiful. Her mouth was dry.



Green’s hands clenched about Black’s ass, pulling the cheeks open, slipping between, pressing.

Her own buttocks tightened again in response, her mind filling with imagined feeling.

Duldon’s fingers shifted on her behind, sliding first lower to press between her cheeks and then, just as she became used to the intimate invasion, they slid about her to settle across her upper thigh. She let out a slow breath. That was better, safer. She’d heard rude comments about a woman’s behind, but never about her thighs.

Black was straining now, the clenching of his fingers growing in intensity. Beads of moisture began to form upon his brow and chest. Green was also working hard, his body beginning to gleam with the effort. He increased the speed of his movements, his lips moving back and forth rapidly, his cheeks puffing with the effort to move and breathe.

“God. God. God!” Black screamed as he suddenly yanked Green toward him, his hips plunging forward, surging deep into Green’s mouth. Bliss could not hear the words, but there was no mistaking the movement of the lips or the glorious nature of the cry.