Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Green.” She smiles.
My palms massage the inside of her thighs, and like pressing a perfume bottle, a slight fragrance permeates the air. Ryann closes her eyes, bliss glowing over her skin.
“That’s right, Ryann. You are doing well.”
Patiently I tie the intricate binds until she’s resting on a plethora of pillows, her thighs pushed against her breasts. “I feel exposed,” Ryann murmurs. “Like you see every part of me.”
“I always have.” My fingers follow the path of her labia, set free from being confined between her thighs.
“Close your eyes again, bijin. Focus on your restraints.”
With others, their eyes fluttered closed, only to snap open again. They were too afraid to lose control. I’m pleasantly surprised by Ryann’s reaction. Her lashes descend, and a calm descends over her sweet skin.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. My breasts haven’t sat this pretty since . . .” Ryann trails off, and crimson blossoms over her cheeks.
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, then pinch the hardened little rock. “You have the most gorgeous tits, Ryann. And you did the day I met you. What else are you thinking, feeling?”
“That you can see all up in my . . .” Her eyes open, and she glances toward her sex.
“Close your eyes, now.”
Her eyes bite shut.
My lips brush over the outline of Ryann’s hip, lifting only where her skin is hidden beneath the thin roping. Her breathing becomes a little unsteady. I remind Ryann to be mindful of it and slowly lick my way over the hollow curve at the inside of her hip, inches away from her aching lips.
I deny her the only touch she desires in the world.
“Your breathing, Ryann,” I growl.
“I am,” she huffs, subconsciously shifting her hips as an offering. I settle back on my haunches to watch as a gush of wetness seeps along her outer folds.
My mouth mops over her belly button, enticing and teasing her erogenous zones.
“Ryoichi!”
“Ahh, I intended to save the paddle for another occasion.”
“The what?” Ryann tenses up. “I-I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
I look up to see her mouth tugging in defiance. The torture caused Ryann’s inhaling to increase a few beats.
“Breathe.”
“But you know where I want you.”
“You better be glad that your eyes are closed.” I laugh. She’s not my submissive, so I’ve granted her certain liberties. Finally, the tip of my tongue floats across Ryann’s sex. I sign my signature on a treasure I know I will own forever.
My tongue drags slowly over Ryann’s pussy and laps up the sugar coating over her lips.
“Th-this is torture,” she grounds out, swirling her hips.
“My eating your pussy’s torture?” I ask, watching her walls contract.
“You’re . . .” The retort stalls, and Ryann thinks better of cursing me for relishing every moment she’s at my mercy.
With my lips inches away, her breathing falls prey to an increase in tempo.
I stab her.
My tongue jabs straight into her core.
A hitch slices through Ryann’s throat.
“Your breathing, Ryann, remember your breathing.”
“You should be glad I haven’t passed out. Please, Ryoichi, I need you inside me.”
“Just one second.” My lips press her throbbing folds, teeth grazing softly over her clit. Her lower back arches as I suck her pussy to orgasm. The decadent patter of her heart and breathing increases. The muscles of her stomach tighten as I kiss her pussy as I would feast on her mouth. My tongue glides across Ryann’s sex, drinking the arousal unleashed for me. Her limbs shake within her binding as I suck her tiny clit through my teeth, soft, gentle, without a single ounce of pain.
Ryann’s hands crumple into tiny fists. An explosion has built up inside of her body so swiftly. As she’s coming, I mount her, penetrating her hot slit. “You may open your eyes.”
“I want to hold you.”
“You want to tug and scratch my ass.”
I see blinding white light before Ryann’s gaze as I slam deep into her. She’s forgotten to reply. I slide out, slithering my drenched head over her clit, allowing the sensations to leave Ryann’s flesh beautifully tugged in her confines.
“I- I love this. All of this,” Ryann stutters out. The animal in her strains, attempting to gather her arms so she can touch me. But she’s my captive in all the ways it counts.
My dick slithers around her thick folds and taunts her nub, sending spasms shuddering through Ryann.
She whimpers, body tied in such tight confines that she allows herself to fall back onto the pillows. I grab the roping, using it as leverage to slam into her.
Each thrust offers the only pain I’ll supply.
Hitting her cervix.
Over and over again.
I screw Ryann until my eruption surpasses all the tiny, hard, delirious orgasms she’s endured. Ryann’s eyes roll back in her head as my seed fills her pussy.
“Shall I unbind you?” I ask, palming her shuddering sex.
“Not yet.”
I thought so.
Chapter
Ten
Ryann
All night long. That phrase belongs to sensual love songs from older R&B artists—that the teenybopper gimmick singers these days can’t fathom— and the occasional smut books. Nah, not even trashy novels because Ryoichi coaxed his way into my body, my brain, my emotions, my . . . heart, and he lived there all night long.