Free Blood and Bondage by Annalynne Russo Page A

to his mouth, and sampled her feminine flavor.
    “Mmm. You’re definitely ready to play.”
    Lubricated with a mix of sex and saliva,
Oliver’s digits delved between her legs, and fondled the nub of her throbbing
clit. The friction from the rubbing set her desire aflame. Just when she’d felt
the crest of an orgasm hit, he pressed two fingers inside and began to thrust. Cum
flowed from her pussy. The inclined angle of his hand caused the liquid to
snake up his arm like an unruly vine.
    At the same time, Oliver smacked her backside with
the tails of the flogger again. Anaïs bucked off the edge of the bed. Her womb
clamped down on his fingers as she screamed his name in her head.
    Oliver. Please. Don’t. Stop.
    “Don’t worry, baby. We’re just getting started.”
Oliver moved toward the end of the bed. He turned his lover in his arms and
nudged her to her knees onto the floor.
    “What do you want me to do?” Anaïs asked, her face
hovering above his navel. She could see the firm bulge of his shaft throbbing like
mad within his pants.
    “Undo my belt and take hold of my cock.”
    Suddenly, Anaïs’s mouth went dry. She licked her
lips, yanked on his buckle, and watched his linen trousers sink to his ankles.
    OMG! This guy’s huge.
    Anaïs’s tongue jutted out to probe the head of
his erection, but he jerked back and stole the prize. She needed to taste him,
but because of those pesky handcuffs, it was hard to move. With her free hand flat
against the corded muscles of his stomach, she gently pressed him back toward
the mattress. However, he grumbled his disapproval, refusing to let his
impenetrable body be swayed.
    “Please. I’m dying for a taste. But these
restraints make it rather difficult. Would it be too much to ask you to take
them off?” Anaïs asked as she batted her eyelashes and wrapped her thumb and
forefinger around the girth of his sex. She squeezed the base, then stroked up
and down, eliciting her lover’s guttural groan.
    Oliver sighed, rolling his eyes as if sarcastic.
“Nice try. But that’s never going to happen.” Then he sat down, giving her
easier access to his crotch.
    Anaïs slid the tip into her mouth. Inch by inch,
she lowered herself onto Oliver’s cock. He was long and thick, perfect in every
proportion. With his entire length between his lips, she moaned, letting his
impressive shaft massage the back of her throat. The sharp edge of her canines
grazed his sensitive skin, as she bobbed her head up and down to suck him like
a luscious cherry lollipop.
    “Oh fuck! Not yet. I’m not ready to come.”
Oliver grabbed a handful of her red locks, and wrenched her off his cock. Anaïs
whimpered softly. She felt bereft, like a baby whose candy had been torn from
her pouty, puckered lips. “Get on all fours and crawl to the center of the
mattress.”
    Oliver climbed behind her onto the bed, kicking
off his pants to keep from falling over. He used his knees to spread Anaïs
wide. Then his talented hands settled on her buttocks, separating the twin
mounds with a quick flick of the wrist. Before she knew what hit her, Oliver’s
nose was buried between her ass cheeks. His tongue darted out, making sensual circles
around the rim of her anus. She loved the warm, wet sensation against her
perineum. Then he used his mouth to fuck her rear, propelling in and out. His
hands kept busy too. Soon, they each found their own special spot. The right
one pinched her nipple, while the other flicked her pulsating clitoris before
moving lower to pummel her pussy. Anaïs wiggled and writhed under Oliver’s
masterful touch. She was so close. A massive orgasm threatened to explode.
    The moment her climax hit, Oliver wrenched her
body up flush against his sweaty torso. He captured her screams of pleasure
with a searing, soulful kiss that robbed her of every last ounce of strength.
Anaïs collapsed on the bed and Oliver toppled over too. Their breathing so deep
and desperate, she thought she might