Ann Mayburn - Sodom and the Phoenix

Grief was a funny thing. A person would think they were over it, that life had moved on and they were going to be okay; then it would sneak up on them and rip the rug from beneath their feet. The trust with which Tanwen submitted to him made it at once better and worse. In a normal demonstration, he would have taken the sub to orgasm afterward as part of her reward. Instead he’d hustled Tanwen out of there, determined to be the only person with the right to see her pleasure. He was almost frantic to be inside of her, to prove in the most primitive way possible that they were both healthy and alive.

Now he tried to make up for his haste, pulling back on his runaway emotions and forcing himself to pay complete attention to her body. He wouldn’t be doing either of them any good if he didn’t get his head in the right space. A hint of the vanilla-flavored oil from the exam still clung to her skin, and he licked her breasts, long rasps of his tongue that had her shuddering against him. When her fingers curled into the back of his hair and tugged him closer, he took a deep breath of her scent, rubbing his cheek against the warmth of her skin.

“Bryan,” she said in a husky voice as he clamped his teeth down on her nipple, biting it until it went from a soft, flushed pink to a bright red.

He knew right now he should be concentrating on blowing her mind with an intense scene, but his emotions were too raw for that. He needed to wrap her surrender around himself, to soothe his wounded spirit with her gentleness, to use her pleasure as his balm.

Scooping her into his arms, he carried her over to the bed and switched off the bedside light so the only illumination came from the dim light on the desk across the room.

Her eyes grew wide as she looked up at him, and something vulnerable moved through their depths. She reached up for him, and he stepped back, shaking his head. While he may not bring out all the toys he planned to use on her tonight, he was a dom, and that carried through to every aspect of his lovemaking. With a start he realized that was what he wanted, what he was trying to do. He didn’t want to have sex or fuck; he wanted to make love to this beautiful woman.

“Hands above your head, little flame. You can grasp them together or hold on to the sheets, but I want them up.”

She complied quickly, and he enjoyed how her pupils dilated as her slender fingers clasped together. A fine tremor ran through her body as he removed his shirt and tossed it onto the dresser. Male pride surged through him as she inspected his body. He knew he looked good for his age and was glad the hard work he did with his construction company kept him in decent shape.

Speaking of looking good, the deep green of the comforter brought out the flush that traveled over her cheeks as her gaze dipped to the noticeable erection tenting the front of his dress pants. She licked her lips, and his cock twitched in response as her surrender to his demands helped him put a leash on the urge to just bury himself within her heat.

The bed sagged beneath his weight as he helped her shimmy out of her pants, leaving her clad only in a silky lilac thong that rose high on her full hips. She stiffened beneath his gaze, and he watched her struggle to keep her hands above her head.

“What is the hardest part about holding your hands up, little flame?” He thought he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“I’m fine,” she automatically said and bit her lip when he gave her a narrow-eyed look. “Okay, well maybe I’d feel a bit more comfortable if you’d turn that light off please, Sir.”

The smoothness of her skin delighted his senses as he ran his hands up her legs, pausing to massage her tense thigh muscles before moving up to her hips and gripping them. “Tanwen, you are gorgeous. This softness, it gives a man something to hold on to.” Her lips tightened, and she subtly tried to pull away from his hands. “I’m a big, hard man. I don’t want to lie against someone who feels like another big, hard man—or worse yet, a woman that feels like a sack of bones beneath me.” He nuzzled her belly, laying his cheek against the softness. “I want a woman with curves in my bed. A deliciously soft female whose body cushions mine.”

Her breath came out in a soft shudder as he licked along the edge of her panties. “I want a woman that will share a hot fudge sundae with me on a warm summer day without whining about her thighs. I want a woman who doesn’t get bitchy because she’s constantly starving.”

He cupped her mound, sealing his hand over her heat and pressing his palm down on her silk-covered clit. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her buttocks tensed as he reached down and stroked over her slit, the cloth wet with her juices.

With a gentle tug, he eased her panties down her legs before holding them to his face and inhaling her scent. The musk of her desire traveled right to his cock with a ball-clenching pound. She flushed again, but her lips lost their tightness. Tossing the scrap of damp silk over to the side, he sat back on his haunches and admired the way her breasts moved with her breath.

“Spread your legs for me.” She hesitated, and he added some strength to his words, making it a command. “Now.”

With evident reluctance, she did as he said, moving her legs apart until her glistening labia appeared.

“More.” A little farther still but not nearly enough. His little sub was still too far into her own head. He needed to do something to further take control from her, to reassure her that he was in charge. “Don’t move.”

After a quick rummage through the black bag next to the bed, he brought out a pair of restraints. They were specially designed for beds without posts and boasted thick Velcro pads that would attach to the comforter and hold her in place because of their weight on the bed. He scooted her over to the center of the mattress and jerked her legs as far apart as he could without causing her real discomfort.

A low sound of distress came from her, but when he glanced up, her gaze was heavy-lidded with desire. He wrapped the restraints around one delicate ankle and then the next, sitting back to let her give an experimental tug on the restraints. As she realized she couldn’t move, her expression grew tense, but he watched a drop of honey drip from her pussy and travel down the crack of her ass. His breath came out in a satisfied grunt as he lay between her legs and blew a warm breath on her cunt.

Her answering moan made him smile, and he gently nosed the damp curls at the top of her mound, inhaling the scent of her desire. He licked the exposed crease of her leg where her inner thigh met her pussy, and slowly ran his tongue up one side and down the other. Repeating the motion on her other leg, he continued his lick down to the crease of her ass, dipping briefly over her perineum before pulling back and breathing on her again.

With her legs spread this wide open, the wet folds of her body lay exposed to his gaze. He made his tongue as broad as he could and gave her a long, firm stroke from the base of her cunt all the way to the top, avoiding her clit at the last moment. The little choked noise of disappointment she gave made precum leak from the tip of his cock as he fastened his hands beneath her bottom and held her body up to his mouth.

His mouth hovered over her clit, but he licked around that little nub in slow circles, sometimes catching just the edge of her hood, other times pressing down on the root of her clit where it descended into her body. Soon her pelvis tried to shift into his mouth, to make him put his lips on her where she wanted it. Instead he gripped her hips and held her to the bed, feeling her legs jerk against him as she pulled against the bonds.

Up one side and down the other, judging by her reactions what brought her the most pleasure. When he bit down on one of her swollen pussy lips, she shrieked and shuddered beneath him as her cunt rewarded him with a fresh flow of juice. Lapping up her offering, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into her so that his nose rubbed against the tip of her clit.