Free Fierce Possession (Touched By You 9) by Emily Jane Trent Page B

inviting—so much so, the moisture between Natalie’s legs flowed out, wetting her inner thighs. Tanner kissed her so softly it made her beg for more. “Please, Tanner,” she moaned.
    “Begging already, are you?” The sharpness of his voice only turned her on more.
    Tanner ran his fingers over her ribs and along her inner thighs, then back up to her pussy. He cupped her sex in his palm and whispered, “So sweet. You’re so sweet.”
    Natalie whimpered.
    Tanner bent low and kissed the smooth skin at the apex of her thighs, then laved it with his tongue. “Ahh,” Natalie groaned.
    Dipping his tongue through her outer lips, he swirled around her clit, making her squirm. With his mouth so close she could feel his breath on her, he said, “You will want to come, but you won’t. I will have my way with you, and you will feel the agony. Do you hear me?”
    Natalie didn’t respond.
    “You will come when I allow it. I need for you to say yes.”
    Weakly, Natalie spoke. “Yes.” But all she could focus on was Tanner’s hot breath between her legs, and her clit, so hard it was painful.
    Tanner kissed her sex and licked the cream flowing between her legs. It would have been tantalizing, except she needed more, and he knew it. Slowly, he tortured her, kissing and licking like he had all the time in the w orld.
    As the seconds ticked by, Natalie’s need for pressure in just the right spot was more and more pressing. Witnessing Tanner with his mouth on her, she could see her nipples, dark red and hurting. She wanted to come but couldn’t move enough to get friction. And he was taking her to higher levels of excitement with no end in sight.
    The music had faded to the background; all Natalie could hear was her own heavy panting. The cool room was beginning to feel hot, unbearable. She arched her back, instinctively pushing her pussy against Tanner’s mouth.
    “No,” he said, looking up at her. “You will obey me.”
    He stood and looked at her, rigid, needing release as much as she. His cock was huge; the veins bulging. And he fisted it in an anxious effort for some relief.
    “You are my wife. I am going to take you as I desire. You will do as I say. It will hurt. That’s why I restrained you, so you cannot escape the pain.”
    His words should have scared her—instead she nearly came, just from the firm tone of his voice and the threat of pain. The mind is the most sensual aid, and Natalie’s mind envisioned what Tanner intended. Her clit burned, and she saw no way to mitigate what she had to endure.
    “That’s right,” Tanner said, and leaned down to run his tongue along her wet slit. Natalie cried out, not knowing what else to do.
    Holding her lips apart with his fingers, Tanner blew on her exposed tissue. Her pussy nearly convulsed from his ministrations. “Does it hurt, baby?”
    “Yes, yes,” she said. “Too much. It hurts too much.”
    Tanner kissed on top of the thin skin covering her clit, pressing down with his lips, putting pressure in just the right spot. Before Natalie could let go, he backed off and began to nip along her inner thighs. Each tiny bite of his teeth was like a touch to her sex. Her body stiffened and she bit her lower lip.
    Willing for the torture to continue, Tanner bit across her vulva, the bare waxed skin, vulnerable and overly sensitive. Then he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue, and Natalie panted and moaned, all control gone.
    “You will come when I allow it,” he said, no argument expected.
    Unsure how she could endure longer, Natalie let her knees fall farther apart, hoping to encourage Tanner to take her. If only he would.
    With his palms on her thighs, he pressed them wider, letting the cool ambient air waft over her nerve-wrought tissues. Natalie craved the air, willing it to blow into her and give her cli t the attention it had to have.
    Tanner spoke in a low, commanding voice. “I want you to come. Now. Do it for me now, baby.” And he pressed his lips to