Free All Of Her (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Page B

to be fighting? Because mostly she wanted hold her other ankle steady to be nice and helpful, and encourage him to do whatever he pleased, as long as he did it fast and hard and repeatedly.
    He needed no encouragement or direction. She whimpered with impatient delight as he took hold of her other ankle and pushed her legs apart—far apart—before securing the other cuff.
    Spreader bar. Now that she was practically immobilized, he could have his way with her. There would be absolutely nothing she could do to stop him. But who would want to, she wondered. She gasped as he went straight to where she wanted him most, wiggling two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them home.
    He pumped them in and out. Five times. Six. Each invasion turned up the volume on the sensations inside. She could feel how wet she’d become, how slippery. And he liked to play this way, keeping her suspended, balanced on the balls of her feet, unable to close her legs.
    Her mystery client stayed on his knees to rest his forehead against her belly. He continued to bang her, sometimes deep, sometimes gently. He kept his other hand at the small of her back, holding her still.
    She wriggled a bit. Talking was never encouraged on set, but she wanted to warn him that petting her this way would not work to prolong anything. In fact, if he didn’t stop, she would soon lose all control and disappoint him by coming before he wanted. No amount of discipline could withstand the twin enemies of affection and that much stimulation.
    The wriggling didn’t work. If he understood the message, he ignored it. He even made things infinitely worse by taking the hand away from her back, lubricating a finger in her own juices, then driving it firmly, not gently, into her ass.
    This time, she couldn’t help it. She cried out. It was so overwhelming. He pumped away inside her, first into her pussy, then into her ass. She wanted to grind against his hands. In that position all she could manage was a slight rocking motion.
    A moment later, she wished she hadn’t. Her client lit the fuse once and for all by pressing his two fingers deeper than ever into her cunt, his fingertips seeking, then pressing hard against her g-spot. His other hand continued to work, in and out, pumping and twisting inside her anus.
    Her connection to awareness began to close like a camera’s shutter. Everything narrowed around her, compressing into nothing but the pleasure he unleashed with those hands. This was what he wanted. He absolutely meant to make her come right away like this, a deep, prolonged, infinitely satisfying orgasm.
    In this, she did not disappoint him. Once she could fight no longer, she bucked and pulsed helplessly against his hands, freefalling. He’d allow her to glide for a moment or two but then renew his efforts. She came and came, gasping and grinding and doing everything she could to keep it going for him.
    Eventually though, it had to end. When she fell quiet once more, panting and quaking, he applied his mouth to her pussy. He lapped and tasted for a while, then began to free her from the bar. His hands were not quite as gentle and commanding as before. Now he felt more insistent, his own need for release grown to the point of urgency.
    She was eager to extract herself from the cuffs. Once she was free, she found herself drawn into his arms. Amanda kissed him, hard and long, telling him the only way she could that she liked their time together, and not just professionally. The way he kissed and held her, as if he couldn’t get close enough, had a powerful effect. Whatever the script may have implied about the roles of aggressor on this set, she no longer cared. She took control, backing him toward the bed.
    She met some resistance at first, but he relented. He was nude already, and though the blindfold didn’t make it easy to get him positioned the way she wanted, she succeeded in propping him against the pillows. She made him bend his knees and plant his feet