Free Merediths Awakening by Violet Summers Page A

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    She wasn’t sure what to expect, but he began stroking her … with his tongue. It was as if she were his favorite candy; he licked light paths up her neck and down her spine, graceful wings over her shoulder blades. She heard his knees hit the ground again, and then he was tracing his tongue along the lower curve of her buttocks before lightly biting at the firm globes.
    She knew she should be afraid, angry, fighting him, but instead she felt flushed with languorous pleasure. When he licked the back of each knee, she whimpered again, but not in distress. What he was doing felt so good, and tied as she was, she was utterly at his mercy. And somehow the fact that no matter what, this was one situation she just couldn’t control, left her almost lightheaded with relief.
    He moved around her again, kneeling at her feet. She felt the brush of his hair on her belly a moment before his tongue found her navel, flicking nerve endings to life. He trailed the damp caress down until he tickled the neatly trimmed thatch of curls guarding her most secret flesh. He gave a soft grunt when he discovered the moisture there, enough moisture to pearl on the delicate whorls of hair.
    Instead of burying his tongue in her pussy which, she admitted in the privacy of her mind, is what she wanted him to do, he stood to lap at her nipples. Hands spread wide over her back, he pressed her into his mouth, sucking one nipple greedily into his mouth, and then the other. Bringing his hands around, he cupped her breasts, kneading in time with his suction. His caresses were rough, almost painful, and they filled her with heat.
    She felt her nipples elongate into his mouth, her breasts swell into his palms. Her pussy pulsed and dripped with moisture.
    With a sudden sense of bemusement she realized that this is what Marcus did. He tied his women up, and in pleasuring them he found his own satisfaction. She could almost understand how he’d need this. Marcus was about as alpha as a man could get, and he’d always found his greatest satisfaction in taking care of others. She could see that carrying into his sexual life—the need to take care of his partner.
    It was more difficult to reconcile her willingness to let this virtual stranger, a man whose hands were so tender and so familiar, take care of her. If anything, Meredith would have assumed she would need to be the dominant partner. The one making the decisions.
    The one in control. Why, then, was she savoring every moment this man kept her bound and helpless to his hands and mouth? What did it say about her that, instead of being the caretaker, she was being taken care of?
    Thankfully, Tony chose that moment to distract her by beginning to lick and suck at her neck. The contact was shockingly arousing, and she found herself tilting her head to give him better access, and arching into his mouth.
    After several heated minutes of warm, wet kisses, he nipped at the point where her shoulder met her neck, causing her to jump and gasp. Gathering what was left of her wits she choked out, “Unless you plan to murder me when you’re done, could you please not leave any hickeys where someone could see them on Monday?” His laughter huffed against her skin, and she felt oddly pleased she’d caused it.
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    God, she was delicious, luscious, edible beyond words. She was so strong, so resilient, and at some level he knew she recognized his place in her life because she was so responsive. With one last lingering lick over her arching neck, Tony brought his lips to hers, sucking her lower lip between his own, toying with it with teeth and tongue.
    “Tony…” her voice was sharp with irritation. He could well imagine her shredding impertinent employees with her icy tone of voice. “Why the hell are you doing this? No,” she added before he could respond, “don’t answer.” She gritted her teeth so hard he expected to see them crack. “Let me go, Tony. If you let me go now, we can both walk away and