Donovan Dynasty: Bind Part 31

"The pizza will be here in forty-five minutes. Do you need longer?" He removed the stack of magazines that had been on top of the coffee table. "After you take off your clothes, get on here."

She put down her gla.s.s, untouched. "Your requests continue to get more outrageous."

"Unless you want to be naked when the pizza delivery person arrives, I suggest you get on with it."

"I'm not quite sure what to do."

"The next time we have phone s.e.x, I want to be able to picture what you're doing," he said. "Do what you normally do."

"When you mentioned before that you wanted to watch me, you threatened to provide pointers."

"Don't think I won't."

Lara stood then pulled off her dress and draped it over the arm of the chair. Her bra and panties matched, but today she'd chosen briefs. Though he generally preferred skimpy lingerie, he appreciated how cla.s.sy they looked as well as how nicely she filled them out.

Swaying a little to the cla.s.sic love song, she reached back and unfastened her bra. As the chilled air whispered over her skin, he watched her nipples tighten.

He expected her to s.h.i.+mmy out of her panties, but she didn't. Instead she cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pus.h.i.+ng them together, lifting them. Closing her eyes, she tipped her head and let her hair fall down her back. He could imagine coming home to this every night.

His c.o.c.k stirred.

Determined not to be focused on his own needs, he propped one knee on the opposing leg then picked up his gla.s.s of wine.

While still holding her b.r.e.a.s.t.s cupped together, she rolled her nipples, then pulled on them like he might, hard, then harder.

He looked away to take a drink.

She sighed so softly, he wasn't sure he'd actually heard it. But she made the same sound again when she twisted her nipples.

"You like that?" he asked.

"I do."

"Don't stop." He went to the playroom for a pair of lightweight nipple clamps. "You'll like these," he said when he returned.

"I used clothespins a couple of times, but I hated them when they twisted."

"These won't do that." They were alligators, joined by a lightweight chain. They wouldn't stand up to a lot of tugging, but for extra pressure while she was masturbating, they'd probably be ideal. "May I?"

She held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for him, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to squeeze her nipples, loving the feel of her flesh between his fingers. Emboldened from the way he'd seen her torment them, he gave a much more brutal twist.

"Oh, Sir." She moaned, actually pulling away to increase the pressure.

He smelled her arousal.

"My c.l.i.t is throbbing," she admitted.

"So's my d.i.c.k."

She looked at him, at his crotch. Unexpectedly, she reached for him. "It is," she said, stroking him.

"Hands off," he warned.

"And if I don't?"

"I'll withhold your o.r.g.a.s.m."

"I'd prefer a spanking," she said.

"I'd prefer to give you a spanking, too, but it's not happening unless you're very well behaved."

Reluctantly, she pulled back her hand.

He took hold of her right nipple, pulled on it then held it while he put a clamp in place. "If you want more of a bite, you can put it closer to the tip."

"This is good," she told him.

He placed the second one, then stepped back. "Not only are they effective, they're quite beautiful on you."

She shrugged and stretched to test them. "I like them. I may have to get a pair."

"They're yours."

"Thank you."

The song transitioned into something a bit more up-tempo.

Without him saying anything, she licked her finger then slid it in beneath her panties. She moved her hand back and forth and rocked onto the b.a.l.l.s of her feet as she moved her hand quicker and quicker.

When he was sure she was going to o.r.g.a.s.m, she swayed to a stop then slowly drew down her underwear before using her toes to pick them up and drop the fabric in his lap.

Maybe forty-five minutes wasn't enough time for this.

She sat on the edge of the coffee table then brought up her legs. Casting a sly glance at him out of the corner of her eye, she leaned back and parted her thighs, giving him a view of her glistening c.u.n.t.

Even though the clips were on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she still squeezed her nipples and alternated that with plumping her p.u.s.s.y lips, sliding fingers between her l.a.b.i.a. As he watched, she drew back the hood of her c.l.i.t, showing off that that swollen bundle of nerves. He was tempted to smack it, lick it, anything just to get her off and put him out of his misery.

Not just from the sight of her pleasuring herself, this woman was getting to him. Days ago, he'd told her that he wanted to be able to imagine her masturbating when they had phone s.e.x. Now he knew that he'd never get anything done if he thought about it at all.

She continued the motions, pinching her t.i.ts, touching her p.u.s.s.y, sliding inside herself.

He loosened his tie even more.

"I'm waiting, Sir. Did you want to give me any hints?" she teased.

That was it.

He moved quick, grabbing her up, pulling her over his lap.

"Connor!" She squealed.

He blazed his hands on her b.u.t.tocks while she sought purchase with her feet and hands. The chain swayed toward the floor, and her cry of shock became one of demand.

"I've got to have..."

He gave her what she didn't have words for, completion, raining smacks on her b.u.t.tocks, a few on her upper thighs, a couple above her knees.

In silent demand, she parted her legs, and he arrowed two fingers into her c.u.n.t then forcefully pulled them back, repeatedly f.u.c.king her.

She pushed her toes against the floor, changing the angle of her hips and letting him in farther.

"Oh... G.o.d. Please. I'm going to come."

Before she'd finished speaking, he felt her v.a.g.i.n.al walls clench. He moved his hand slightly so he could find her G-spot, and once he had, he pressed it.

She came, her o.r.g.a.s.m dampening his fingers.

He'd never known anything so sublimely erotic.

Her chest heaved, and he left her there for a short while before turning her over. "You did a d.a.m.n fine job, little Lara."

"Does that make me a master masturbator?"

"Let's see what other skills you have."

She pushed away a little and asked, "What did you have in mind?"

He pulled off his tie and dropped it next to them on the couch.

"Mmm," she said.

Without being asked, she unfastened his b.u.t.tons, not stopping until they were all open and she had her hands on his chest.

"Condom, in the nightstand," he said.

"I'll get one." She nodded and slid off his lap.

She took a step and swayed slightly, then put her forearm under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s-likely to stop the clips from swaying. They'd been on there long enough for her to really feel them, but she didn't protest.

He stood and undressed. "Put it on me," he instructed when she returned.

Lara, in her naked, clamped glory, knelt in front of him.

Instead of tearing the packet, she reached for him, closing her hand around his shaft and moving in full strokes that made him even harder.

Then she took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before pressing it to the tender, most sensitive part underneath.

He pulled on her hair and she continued to lick and suck him, drawing him deep. "You're d.a.m.n s.e.xy, little Lara."

She moaned against his glans, and the resulting sensation almost made him come.

Connor rocked his hips, pus.h.i.+ng himself into her mouth, and she knelt up and took more.

As he went deeper, tears streamed down her face, smearing her mascara. He'd never been more aroused. "I want to be in your c.u.n.t," he said.

For a few seconds, she continued, while looking up at him through her lashes.

"I'm warning you," he said, voice gruff.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered after she'd eased back.

She managed to tear the packet then pull out the lubricated latex. Watching her roll the condom down his c.o.c.k kept him turned on.

He sat on the couch and helped her up before settling her over his lap, facing him.

Lara moved a hand between him to help guide his c.o.c.k into her wet and willing p.u.s.s.y.

"I like having you in me, Sir," she said. She sank all the way down and exhaled a breathy sigh before holding onto his shoulders.

"Wait." He reached over and picked up his tie. "Hands behind you."

She adjusted her position, pus.h.i.+ng off, working her hips backward so she could support her weight. Each motion made him even hotter for her.

He reached around her to secure her wrists with the silk tie. "Tight enough?"

She pulled against the fabric, and that caused her to arch, forcing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out more. The chain attached to her nipple clamps swung gently.

"Yes," she replied.

"Now ride me, girl." He put his hands on her hips to guide her, and she rocked to and fro, lifting up, allowing herself to drift down.

"You feel bigger this way. Deeper."

They moved together, building a forceful rhythm.

"Yes, yes," she said. "So hard. So good."

He lifted her higher, brought her down harder.

"Sir!"

"Yeah," he said. "Come. Squeeze my d.i.c.k."

Her legs began to tremble. He reached up to yank off the alligators and she screamed, pitching forward, clamping down on his shaft.

Her o.r.g.a.s.m drove his, and he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, the pulse of each stream making him jerk. She stayed where she was, as if immobilized, and he continued to push up inside her for several more seconds.

Finally, tension left her body.