Lora Leigh - Soul Deep

His hand landed on her rear again. Several sharp, stinging smacks that drove her close to the edge of release, leaving her teetering on the precipice and begging for more. Just a little more. Just enough to pitch her over.

“Kiowa please…” she begged long seconds later, her butt burning, her pussy in flames as he paused to smooth his hand over the sensitive flesh.

“Please what, Amanda?” he asked her, his voice dark and seductive. “Please don’t touch you? Please don’t pleasure you?”

“No,” she wailed. “Kiowa please, it’s killing me.”

His finger sank into the tight little hole again, causing her to press back to him, to drive him deeper inside her as her pussy rippled in impending orgasm.

“Do you think it’s going to be that easy, baby?” he asked her, his crooning tone all the more savage for the dark sexuality in his voice.

He pulled back before thrusting inside her again, moving his finger easily in the juices that now lubricated the tight channel. Amanda tried to spread her legs wide, to gain enough support to thrust back, to intensify the friction.

He chuckled at her efforts before pulling free once again and setting her on her feet. Or trying to. Her knees were weak, her senses tuned too deeply to the sensual fires burning in her body so that he had no choice but to lift her in his arms as he stood up and strode to the bedroom.

He tossed her onto the wide mattress, staring down at her with devil’s black eyes as he loosened his jeans. Leaving the material gaping at the front, giving her only a glimpse of his straining cock, he moved to the closet. When he turned back to her, she shivered at the sight of the ropes in his hands.

“You think it’s going to be so easy, don’t you, baby?” he asked her as he bound her arms, then her legs, leaving more slack in the bonds than she had expected. “You think I’m going to drive you over the edge and have to deal with you running again?”

“I won’t run.” She could barely talk, let alone consider leaving him again. “I promise.”

She had decided that while staring into the lion’s eyes. Kiowa would learn, later, that she wasn’t the only one who was going to obey.

“You promised before,” he growled. “What did you do, cross your fingers the first time?”

She nodded desperately. Whatever it would take to get his cock inside her, she would do at this point.

“Not that easy.” The smile that curved his lips gave her a glimpse of the wicked canines at the side of his mouth and had her shoulder throbbing sharply in response to the thought of how easily he had driven her to madness when he pierced her flesh with them.

She licked her lips nervously.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head at her as he came to his knees on the bed. “Don’t lick your lips, baby, lick this.”

She opened for the flared, angrily flushed head of his cock. Her tongue curled over it, licked as her lips closed and she sucked it deep inside her mouth. The pre-come spurted instantly into her mouth. Honey sweet, spicy. She moaned, her eyes closing then opening quickly as the fingers of one hand captured a nipple and gripped firmly.

She shuddered in pleasure, moaning around his cock as she began to suckle at it frantically. It was thick, wide, filling her mouth and her senses with a male strength just as addictive as the mating heat was.

“God, that’s good,” he whispered, pulling back then thrusting easily between her lips again. “So sweet and hot, Manda.”

She stared up at him, seeing something in his eyes she didn’t want to acknowledge. An emotion, a depth that snared her and bound her tighter than any ropes created.

She drew on him, her tongue swiping over the head as he retreated, her moans filling the room as he returned, her pleasure echoing around them with each small spurt of pre-come that filled her mouth.

She was lost, and she admitted it. Hopelessly bound to this man and unable to escape. Her mouth tightened further as she arched to his touch, dying for the pleasure that whipped through her body, that made her blood sing in ecstasy.

“Enough,” he groaned, pulling back from her lips, his eyes narrowing in dark promise as he lowered himself beside her.

“I know what you like,” he whispered. “But how long can you bear it?”

Kiowa had passed rage when he learned she had run. Pure fear had filled him, a part of his soul shattering at the thought of never touching her, never tasting her soft flesh again. She had, in a few short days, become every breath he took. The instinctive part of his brain had screamed out in denial, the human part of his soul had raged in pain.

When he found her, kneeling in the dirt, that fucking lion no more than feet from her and wary as a caged beast, he knew then that he would have to do something, anything to convince her that life without him would break them both.

So he used what he had. The pleasure he could give her. The heat that consumed her, and that little edge of pain he knew that made her senses skyrocket and her body convulse in release.

What it did to him was just as amazing. Never had he known so much pleasure from simply the giving of it. The arch of her body, the glaze of perspiration over her skin, the sound of her husky cries echoing around them. It made each touch, each whisper of skin over skin more arousing than the most experienced touch he had ever received.

Driving her higher was all that mattered. Tasting her, pleasuring her, was his only concern.

And damn if she didn’t taste good. His lips moved from breast to breast, suckling soft, hard, his tongue lashing at her peaked nipple as he stared up at her, watching as she slipped deeper and deeper in the sheer sexuality of the act.

She was coming apart in his arms, and he loved it.

As his mouth continued to torture and torment her tight little nipples he smoothed one hand along her inner thigh, feeling it tense as he came closer to the scalding heat of her pussy.

His fingers slid through the shallow slit, a groan escaping his throat at the strangled scream that tore from her. She was honey sweet, hot enough to singe his senses, her heated scent making his mouth water for just a taste.

As he reached the engorged bud of her clit, he lifted his hand then patted the swollen mound firmly. Her hips reared up as screaming pleas filled the bedroom.

“Oh God, Kiowa, I swear. I swear…” she cried. “I won’t run again. I swear. Please do something…”

“But I am doing something.” He was panting for breath, consumed by a hunger for her he had no desire to deny.

He patted her sensitive pussy again, knowing it would take very little to set off the throbbing trigger of her clit. She was so ready to come that even her pussy trembled with the need.

“Kiowa…” her voice dropped to a trembling, breathless cry. “I swear. I swear…”

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered, his mouth moving from her breasts to her damp abdomen and then lower. “Just enjoy it, Manda. Just let me make you feel good.”

His tongue circled her throbbing clit, the taste of her going to his head like the most potent drug. She was so sweet, so liquid hot and slick it was like plunging his tongue in melted sugar when he thrust it up the velvet confines of her cunt.

He knew what he was going to do. Not that he had planned it, or even really considered it until she had run from him. The moment he had realized she had entered the mountain and placed herself in greater danger, Kiowa had known exactly how he would imprint her submission to him in her mind, her heart.

She was his mate. She was falling in love with him, he could see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. She would come to realize that her heart as well as her body was bound to him. But until she did, she would learn his word was law where her protection was concerned. She was not strong enough to protect herself. She had no idea of the depravity of the world and those who would take her from him if they had a chance. He would not give them the chance, and neither would she.