Free By My Side by Michele Zurlo

he ended the kiss and stepped away, she fought the urge to grab him back.
     
    With his hands holding her firmly on her waist, he lifted her onto the tabletop.
     
    “ Lie back, my slave.”
     
    Marcella eased herself back until she lay across the table. The cool wood sent a slight chill through her body. She chanced a quick peek at Fuller, to find him grinning down at her. He sat in his chair, less than a foot from the top of her head, enjoying the last few bites of her cake.
     
    “Blindfold her.”
     
    Fuller set his cake out of the way and folded his cloth napkin carefully. She lifted her head so he could ease it underneath. The world went dark as the soft linen molded to her contours.
     
    He tied it on the side of her head so the knot wouldn’t cause discomfort. His breath sounded near her ear. “Don’t worry. I didn’t use it at dinner. A fortuitous circumstance.”
     
    “Thank you.” Marcella wanted to ask if they’d planned this. Even though it looked like a spur-of-the-moment thing, Fuller was an excellent actor. This could have been staged, but she couldn’t think of a reason why they would feel it necessary.
     
    “Fold your hands behind your neck, Cella.”
     
    Sean’s warm hands caressed her thighs, a small weight of promise that made her swelling nether lips throb with remembered heat. She placed her hands under her neck and made a mental note about how much he seemed to enjoy this position. Perhaps when this fantasy ended, she could use this position in a casual manner to remind him of the incredible sex they’d shared.
     
    He eased her thighs apart and slid her toward him to hang a little off the edge of the table. “Good girl. Remind Fuller and me of your safe word.”
     
    “Oasis.”
     
    She couldn’t hear the sound of snickering, but she swore the word made Fuller laugh. The future definitely held a private conversation with his name on it. She wondered about his association with the wish-fulfillment service. Had he used it? She hoped to God this wasn’t his fantasy. While she liked Fuller, she wasn’t comfortable with the idea of teasing him or turning him on, not in an intimate setting like this. As a one-man woman, she wanted Sean and nobody else.
     
    Hot lips seared a path along her inner thigh. She shivered at the juxtaposition of the cool wood below her and the heat Sean generated.
     
    He lifted his lips, but he retained his grip just above her knees. “Are you okay, Marcella? Too cold?”
     
    Her nipples, still sore from the extended use of clamps earlier, had shriveled to such tight peaks that they throbbed painfully. While her skin might be a little chilled, she enjoyed the sensation because she knew once he whipped her, the heat would make her long for this coolness. “I’m fine, Master.”
     
    Sean eased her legs farther apart, opening her to him completely. Wet fire seared her slit. He licked long trails and short flicks, unhurried strokes that casually explored every fold of her pussy. His tongue teased around her clit and pressed it flat. The light touches triggered an avalanche of heat as cream rushed to her pussy.
     
    She moaned, a low sound that broke the silence to plead for something more. Teeth, lips, and fingers would all be welcome. This slow foray would drive her insane before long. If he increased his pace or his pressure, she could counteract the urgency with breathing and reminders to please her master.
     
    But this seduction by degrees would drive her over the edge whether or not she wanted to go. It would rob her of every ounce of control. She didn’t have the skills to survive this kind of onslaught. She breathed deeply and cautioned herself to be patient. No man could or would keep this up for very long. Even men who professed to love oral sex never spent too much time worshipping a woman’s pussy. Sean might be an exceptional man, but he was still a man.
     
    Minutes passed. Heat built, a measured inferno that lacked friction and violence.