Free Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) by Kat Barrett

throat and then wispily floating over her breasts. She was frozen in place, longing for his touch, but his hands were gone as he shackled her wrists to the sides of what felt like a table. Enar grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs toward her body. He draped them over a curved surface, enclosing her lower calves in fur-lined clips that she imagined were similar to the ones on the whipping cage at the club. She felt overly exposed, her pussy vulnerable, and she tried to force her thighs together. Enar stopped her by stepping up between her legs. “Is that hurting your knee? Don’t lie to me!”
    “No.”
    Enar leaned and bit her stomach, his hands sliding upward to roll her nipples in his fingers. His touch was jarring, strikes of heat rolling downward, and then his hands were gone. Lana felt him tighten something around her thighs to prevent her from moving. The feel of the cushion under her buttocks disappeared, and he roughly slapped her, the throbbing sting further verification that her lower body was suspended in the air. She swallowed back another growing pang of terror. The position not exactly painful but rather uncomfortable in the sheer openness of her sex. She could not hear or see Enar and wasn’t sure if he was even in the room until he parted her vaginal lips and skimmed her swollen clit with his tongue. The single touch was more agonizing than anything he had done with the whip, her muscles contracting and throbbing. Lana whimpered, trying to shift her hips to relieve the rampant ache. She could gain no purchase, her lower legs tightly bound. He licked her again, his fingers sliding into her wetness, stretching her, caressing her. He flexed his knuckles, applying pressure to her sensitive G-spot before he withdrew his fingers and then walked away. Lana heard his footsteps fade as if he had left the room.
    “ Shit !” she growled, panting for air against the all-consuming need in her aching pussy. It was an itch that could not be scratched or ignored in her dark, silent confinement. She tried to move, shift her hips, as minutes passed, the clock on the wall ticking as if it were inside her skull. She began to count the seconds, each passing one leaving her more anxious for his return.
    Her body cooled slightly and again panic threatened at the corners of her mind. If Enar didn’t return, she was trapped and no one even knew where she was. She hadn’t spoken to Mona since the night before and had no idea if she had even turned her phone’s volume back on. Terror crept into her brain, the fear seeming to heighten her senses even more.
    She didn’t hear him return, and when Enar spread her pussy and sank into it, she began to thrash against the unexpected fulfillment. The feel of his dick rubbing against her pulsing nerves became everything, his touch like fire against her skin. It was overwhelming, all encompassing, each stoke of his hand against her buttocks, her stomach, her breast, like a lightning bolt of pleasure.
    Every thrust of his hips was met with a glorious blast of pulsing tingles, each one more intense than the last. In her mind, Lana pleaded with him not to stop, but she was afraid to speak the words aloud. He quickened his pace, his dick slamming into her, taking her higher until Lana screamed, her entire body clamping down, shivering, a shriek rolling from her open mouth as he flooded her with heat.
    Enar snarled into the air as her muscles slammed around him and then loosened, each consecutive throb softer than the last, until Lana went limp beneath him.
    Enar dropped on top of her, smothering her with kisses. “Please tell me that you enjoyed that as much as I think you did?”
    “That was amazing,” she replied in a weary, breathless tone. “I have never felt anything that good. I hate you.”
    He began to laugh, his chest shifting against her. “Why?”
    His laughter was contagious. “I don’t know.”
    Stroking her cheek, he leaned and crushed her with his mouth, kissing her