Free Pleasure Bound by Opal Carew

and chin. He poured himself a cup of coffee while he watched her cook. She could feel his gaze glide over her body … and linger on select places.
    She grabbed a spatula and scooped the eggs on two plates, then added bacon. She’d set a place for Zeke at the round kitchen table, and one for herself beside him. She’d already placed a plate of toast on the table, along with a jar of jam and of honey.
    She stood by the chair, waiting for him to sit down. He grabbed her hand and tugged her into his arms. Her heart thundered as his tongue spiked into her mouth and thoroughly explored her inner heat. He pulled her pelvis toward his and she could feel his bulge press against her belly.
    She wanted to drop to her knees right that second and tug out his cock and feast on it. He stroked his hands over her bare buttocks, then he gave her a light smack.
    “Sit and eat,” he said.
    “Yes, Master.”
    She sat down, as did he, and she began to eat her eggs. Zeke sipped his coffee, then picked up his fork and took a bite. At the same time, his hand glided up her thigh. He found her mound and stroked it.
    “Delicious,” he said as his fingers dipped inside her.
    She widened her legs and he pressed in deeper. Two fingers, then three.
    “Keep eating,” he said, and she realized she’d paused, enjoying his touch.
    His fingers withdrew and slid to her aching clit. He dabbed at it, then stroked lightly. She arched forward a little, wanting more, but he withdrew.
    Damn!
    He ate some more, and before long, his hand found her again. He stroked her clit and she remained still. He rewarded her by stroking until she could feel the pleasure build … washing through her as an orgasm drew near … then he stopped.
    He sipped his coffee and ate a little more, ignoring her fidgeting. A few minutes later, he stroked her again, until she was oh, so close … then he stopped. Again.
    By the time she finished breakfast, she wanted to beg him to give her the pleasure she so desired.
    But she didn’t. She’d learned that Zeke knew how to prolong her pleasure, and the prize was worth the wait.
    He pushed his plate aside and turned his gaze to her. She stood up, her knees rubbery, and carried the two empty plates to the dishwasher, then retrieved the empty coffee mugs. Zeke followed her, and watched her place the dishes in the dishwasher. Once she closed the appliance door, he wrapped his hands around her waist and turned her around, then captured her lips again. Her bare breasts, the nipples aching, pressed against the soft cotton of his T-shirt, stretched across his hard male muscles. She leaned toward him, wanting to feel him against every inch of her body.
    “Slave, kneel down and take out my cock.”
    Oh, yeah, baby!
    She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, then reached inside for the prize. Her fingers wrapped around his thick, hard cock and she drew it out.
    Hot. Hard. And enormous.
    She wrapped her lips around him. His cockhead filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and around, loving the moan of approval he made. She glided down his shaft, taking him as deep as she could. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper still. He moaned again.
    His fingers stroked over her hair. “Make me come, sweet thing.”
    She dove up and down on his hard cock, sucking and squeezing, as she stroked his gloriously hard butt. He tensed and his cock twitched, then he groaned as hot liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed, then smiled and stood up. He tugged her into his arms and kissed her passionately, his hands stroking her ass in a very encouraging manner.
    “You deserve a reward for that.”
    He turned her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. The cold granite countertop startled her, sending her nipples pulsing with sensation, but she ignored it, concentrating on his hands gliding between her legs, stroking her wet slit.
    Would he press his mouth to her opening? Or glide his cock inside and fuck her silly?
    She felt his