Free Seduction's Call by dakota trace Page B

female. The idea of her Sir paying special attention to it sent her body into overdrive. She could feel the mating song already bursting to be free. Thank the gods he gagged me.
    “Oh, yes, I will.” His teeth slid over her earlobe. “And there is nothing you can do other than safeword to stop me.” He soothed his hand over the swell of her ass before teasing the crack with the tips of his fingers. “You know…” he started in a conversational tone, “we’ve never talked about anal sex, little one.” His thumb brushed over her rosette. “Would you let me do that? I’d love to take both of your virginities.” His hoarse growl was accompanied by a gentle nip along her collarbone.
    Her mind whirled; she never thought a Dom would ask for permission. He’d simply take, demanding her submission and she’d obey because the books said she had to. She’d never thought he’d ask, giving her the choice.
    “Yes, or no, Braelyn . Will you give me this tight little ass?” He pressed harder against the tightly furled entrance to her bottom.
    Her garbled yes accompanied her nod. She tried to widen her stance, wanting to give him more room to play.
    “ Shh . Relax for me.” The sound of the cap being flipped up again warned her of his intentions and the cold lotion didn’t startle her this time. Using it as lube, he slowly opened her, taking his time until it felt as if he had shoved his whole hand inside of her. The building pressure had her shaking in with desire. She wouldn’t have been surprised if her thighs were coated with her wetness. “That’s two fingers, little one. You’re so damned tight, I’m gonna lose my mind once I get inside.”   
    It took a bit more time, but he didn’t seem rushed. He continued to praise her, to tell her how much he loved the feel of her, and how much he couldn’t wait to feel her wrapped around his cock. She was a screaming, writhing bundle of lust by the time he told her she had accepted all four of his fingers. “Good girl. Now relax a bit more for me.”
    She wanted to scream she couldn’t relax; she needed to come but knew even if she hadn’t been gagged, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t risk ruining this by unleashing her banshee cry, despite his assurance it wouldn’t harm him. Old habits died hard. The intrusion of something cold, hard, and slippery replacing his fingers caused her sheath to spasm.
    “ Shh , it’s a plug; it will keep you ready for me.” His hands stroked over her sides. “…while I finish what I was doing. I still have seven more cups to go. Especially the ones that go right here…” He rubbed the skin at the base of her back, sending waves of building tension through her. The feel of another’s touch there was so foreign that she was on sensation overload.
    The next few minutes flew by in a blur as she floated along with the feel of heat and then suction as he attached the various cups. She barely was aware of what was happening around her. She idly wondered if she was slipping into what her books called sub-space.
    Then he placed the last cups. Two at the base of her back and was brought back to reality, her body ready to vault from the bed. The suction had her teetering on the edge of orgasm. She jerked against the restraints holding her captive, looking for a way out.
    “ Shhh , little one, calm down...I’m not hurting you.”
    She mewed at his reassurance, wanting nothing more than to be free, to escape the demands of her body. The rhythmic glide of his hands slowly brought her out of her panic, until she was able to accept the feel of cups drawing on her mating area.
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    His chest heaving like bellows, Flannery clung to his control by mere threads. He’d know the moment she’d shook her head when he’d touched the base of her back, that the rumors around banshee mating were true. His little sub had never felt the touch of a man’s hand against the area of what her people considered sacred. The fact she was allowing his