Free Mr. Smith's Whip by Brynn Paulin Page A

about his closed pants with her hands bound behind her.
    “Problem?” he asked, gently stroking her hair.
    She glanced up at him through her lashes. “I want to please you, Sir, but…” She bit her lip. “I don’t know…I mean…” God, she sounded like an untried virgin.
    “Livvy. Tell me what you want.”
    “I want you out…so I can…you know.”
    He chuckled and she felt the camaraderie between them building like a warm comforting web growing thicker and tighter by the moment.
    “You can do better than that,” he told her.
    “Can you open your pants?” she tried. He raised an eyebrow and she knew he wouldn’t let her get away with that. Well, whatever. She was a big girl and she could use big girl language. She could be bold and she doubted very much that she’d shock him. She looked him in the eye. “Most of all, I want to please you,” she said. He gave a single nod, approval and pleased appreciation lighting his face as warmth filled his eyes and his lips curved into a small smile.
    Leaning forward, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, taking his time and exploring her mouth. Her heart sped up. She leaned into him, relying on him for balance. Silent words filled her mind as she realized what she’d done, and though she wasn’t psychic and she knew it wasn’t really his voice, she guessed the words were exactly what he wanted. Trust me, rely on me, submit to me, let me take care of you… Please me.
    When she was breathing heavily, he pulled back. Mere inches separated them, and the room shrunk to the small space surrounding them. It didn’t matter who else might be around, who else might see. This was their scene.
    “Please open your pants,” she repeated. “I want your cock in my mouth. Sir.” Colin’s hand moved between them then flicked open his fly. He sat back while simultaneously guiding her forward. His cock loomed before her face. She wetted her lips as she gazed at the ruddy column of flesh. Large and well-formed, it curved slightly toward his belly as he waited. His fingers flexed in her hair as she looked at it. The smooth, mushroomed head twitched slightly while the vein twisting around his length throbbed.
    Bending forward, she drew her tongue along the bottom ridge. He tasted of her and a saltiness that was purely him. She groaned at the combined flavor and worked her way to the head. A silky, droplet of pre-cum awaited her. She captured it on the tip of her tongue, savoring the smooth texture.
    “Livvy,” Colin breathed.
    In response, she opened her mouth and sank down over his cock, taking him as deep as she could without choking. His rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrated through her, urging her on. Her nipples brushed against the seat between his knees with each up and down movement.
    Moisture swelled to her pussy at the sensation that was so much like palms tormenting her clamped tips. Each touch sent dull shocks from her nipples to her core and pulled her further and further from cognitive thought and deep into instinct.
    Her cheeks sucked in around his shaft as she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of him in her mouth and the reactions sparking through her body. Pulling upward, she drew on the head of his cock. Colin’s fingers tightened in her hair as he pushed his hips upward and murmured pleasure-filled expletives under his breath. Releasing the pressure, she moved downward again and swirled her tongue along his length. Swept away by the scene, she quickly found her pace and lost herself in the rhythm.
    Colin’s chest grew tight as she watched Olivia’s lips moving up and down his shaft.
    Though he sensed she didn’t get around and didn’t have tons of experience, she had skills.
    Already his balls were drawing upward as she applied and released pressure, pushing her tongue against his more sensitive spots. And watching her… After seeing Syb prepare her, he’d almost come when Olivia had walked into The Dungeon’s library, the