Free Predator's Salvation by Gracie C. McKeever Page B

hummed low in her throat as she thumbed the pearl of pre-come from the tip of his rigid penis. She brought the digit to her mouth and sensually licked and sucked it, then looked at him as if she could devour his entire body the way she was devouring her thumb.
    “I could,” she assured. “Your taste inspires me.”
    He trembled at her words, thought that she would literally consume him, thought that he’d let her and like every second of it.
    LaMia guided his cock to her opening as he grasped her hips and thrust up into her.
    “Mateo!” She caught her breath, writhing against him as he impaled her and she adjusted to the breadth and width of him. “Oh, Lilith , you fill me so…”
    She said it as if she was surprised he was so sizable and Mateo stupidly smiled, male ego setting in. He was too pleased with her words, too pleased with himself.
    She caught his wrists, drew them over his head and pinned them to the floor as she covered his chest with her sumptuous breasts. She ground her hips flush against him, contracted her vaginal muscles and sucked him in as he stroked deep inside her and tried to pull back for another plunge.
    He gasped as her pussy squeezed around his cock, felt her drawing a climax out of him when he didn’t want to come yet. “Mia, wait…” He couldn’t let her control this aspect of their relationship, too. He had to keep some control, he had to...
    She sped her plunges, riding him hard and fast instead of slow. “No more waiting. There will be more when we are done. But now I just want…I need to… Lilith !” She clenched her knees tight around his hips, shuddering above him in the grip of an intense orgasm as Mateo released his seed inside her with a hoarse shout of his own.
    LaMia lay still against him for a long silent moment, panting as her perspiration mingled with his and cooled on her body in the air-conditioned room.
    He wanted to hold her, wrap his arms around her lush body and know that she was real and not a dream and that she wouldn’t change back into the slave-driving Nubian Queen who had abducted him.
    “I am sorry, Mateo.”
    He thought she was apologizing for what she had done to him, not for what she was about to do to him. He peered up at her right before a pair of steel cuffs clamped around his wrists with a resounding snap.
    “Where do you think I’m going, Mia? You’re on top of me. I’m still inside you.” And damn it, he had gotten harder since she’d cuffed him! What was wrong with him that he got more excited when she bound him than when she didn’t?

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    Predator’s Salvation
    He felt something tugging his wrists, slowly dragging his body upright and glanced at the high ceiling to see the pulley and chains to which his cuffs were attached.
    Where had all this come from? He hadn’t even seen her twist her fist.
    Mateo stared at her as she latched onto him, wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips while her device dragged them upward. “Mia, you don’t have to do this.”
    “I cannot take the chance.”
    “Why not? I took one on you.”
    “That was different. You had no choice.”
    “Let me out of these cuffs, Mia.”
    “You will call me Mistress, Mateo.”
    He shook his head, heart twisting at the idea that he had lowered himself to call her by the hated title earlier.
    “That is the exact reason why you are in this predicament now, your refusal to obey me.”
    Do it, homeboy. Just do what she says. It would be so easy to give her what she wants.
    And she’ll give you a thousand times more in return like just now and you’ll love it. Just do it...
    He sneered and shook his head against the voice in his mind. He blamed LaMia for his confusion, his weakness, told himself that she was digging through his brain again and making him want to submit.
    She cupped his face and looked at him. “Why do you fight me so?”
    She sounded puzzled, like she really couldn’t understand his refusal. And at the moment, he couldn’t