Free Blackwater 3 - Breaking Brodix by Anne Rainey Page B

breasts. He flicked his thumbs over the hardened buds, then pulled them upward for a long, lazy lick. His tongue swept back and forth over one tight nipple while his fingers played with the other. When he pulled back, she watched through half-opened eyes as he bent to lick and tease her belly button. He muttered something unintelligible; then he wrapped his arms around her middle and whispered her name. Sarah thrust against him, so incredibly hot and ready for him to make love to her.
    “That feels so good,” she whispered, grasping his head and holding on tight.
    “I’ll give you more, much more,” he promised as he lifted up. “First, I want you on your knees.”
    Her pussy throbbed at the mental image. “I’ve been dying to taste you,” she admitted and started to lower herself to the floor.
    “Wait,” he whispered. He wrapped a hand around her upper arm. “Have you ever had your wrists bound?”
    Her face flamed as she imagined Brodix tying her up. “Uh, no. Why?”
    “Are you willing?” Brodix asked, giving her the option to say no. Did she trust him enough to be completely at his mercy? When Brodix moved away from her and looked around the room, she knew the answer was yes. She did trust Brodix. More than any other man before him. His gaze stopped on something lying over the back of the chair. When he walked toward her bed and picked up a long black cloth belt, her pussy dampened in anticipation of what he was about to do to her.
    When he walked back over to her, Brodix moved behind her and clasped one wrist in his strong hand. He wrapped the black cotton material around it, then grabbed the other wrist and did the same. Her hands securely tied behind her back, Sarah was now completely at his mercy.
    “Mm, I like you this way. You’re mine now, Sarah.”
    The notion stirred emotions in her that were a little scary. She liked the idea of belonging to the yummy man, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for her feelings to get all tangled up. And she had a sneaking suspicion that a relationship with Brodix would be a roller-coaster ride of ups and downs. After the divorce, after having her love thrown in the trash by Jack, Sarah had vowed to protect her heart. So, why was excitement skittering along her spine at Brodix’s words? She didn’t know, and she simply wasn’t coherent enough to explore the whys of it just then.
    Brodix moved around the front of her and looked into her eyes. “Do you like the idea of being mine, sweetheart?”
    “Yes,” she said, unable to say more without betraying the riot of feelings flowing through her.
    “Good, because I do too.” He cupped her chin in his palm and kissed her. She tasted a hint of coffee, but mostly it was Brodix’s delicious flavor she savored. “Will you go down on your knees for me?” He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked. “Do you want to taste me on your tongue?”
    Sarah didn’t speak, merely started to lower herself. With her hands tied, Brodix had to help her, though, and she felt awkward. He lifted her face until their gazes locked. “You look so damn sexy like this,” he groaned, the sexual hunger written all over his face. He touched her breast, then flicked her nipple. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he gently ordered.
    Sarah nearly whimpered with her need to have his cock in her mouth and lick up the sticky droplets of his precome. The thought caused her pussy to drip with need. Sarah’s gaze took in the perfection of him. His cock was hard and pulsing with life, the bulbous head darkly engorged. Unable to wait another second, Sarah leaned closer and opened her mouth. She slipped her tongue out and tasted his sensitive tip. She licked the small bead of moisture that appeared, then let her tongue roam freely over and under his entire length.
    “Fuck, yes, lick it good,” he bit out.
    Hearing how turned on he was sent Sarah’s inhibitions into hiding. She swiped her tongue back and forth, then teased the softer skin of