Free Twice Shy (The Restraint Series) by Jill C Flanagan, Jill Christie Page B

you’re close to coming, tell me. You aren’t allowed to come without permission. This thick, hard cock is mine.”
    He rasped, “Yes, Miss.”
    Miss sounded so fucking fantastic from those light pink lips. After she applied the cock ring, she kept her hand there as she leaned up and took a kiss from him.
    Stacy kissed him gently, close-mouthed to begin, enjoying the wet soft warmth of his lips. He opened up and questingly pushed his tongue forward. She opened, deepening the kiss. Gentle deepness. Affectionate. Swallowing his groan when she started squeezing the base of his cock above the ring.
    “Miss...” he whispered into her mouth. Stacy ended the kiss. Looked in his eyes. “I’m already getting close.”
    She took her hand off. Went back down to his cock. Checked they were still ‘green’. She motioned him to lift his hips, taking his jeans off.
    His legs were hairy and very muscular. His hipbones jutted out. Stacy traced his legs from hip to feet. Remembering his ticklishness, she didn’t touch the bottoms of his feet.
    While she belted his ankles to the table his breathing increased, but he motioned her to go on. She then put cuffs on his wrists. Moving his arms above his head, she pulled his arms taut, chaining them to o-rings in the wall. She completed his restraint by belting his hips to the table. “Now you won’t have to restrain yourself.”
    Brendan was feeling jittery and logically he knew it was because he couldn’t fucking move. But he trusted Cee, and couldn’t imagine why he was shivering. He could feel the burn where his muscles stretched over his ribs.
    He could feel every piece of leather holding him down, knowing that in Cee’s mind, every restraint was an embrace from her.
    He lifted his head up to look down his body, dick standing to attention in the middle. Cee adjusted the table and started spreading his legs. It made him feel so open, vulnerable.
    Brendan felt the pressure increase when Cee put another ring around the base of his ball sac. But even though he felt closer to coming, he felt more in control.
    Every nerve was alive. The smells and sounds of the small dungeon were vivid. He smelled a burnt herb of some sort and heard soft classical music playing. The creaking of the leather restraints intensified his feelings. Brendan felt light-headed, but not unpleasantly so.
    Then Cee lightly scratched between his legs. She massaged a point behind his testicles. “Oh god, Miss, oh fuck!” He tried to fuck the air, his dick twitching. His balls tightened, preparing to shoot. “I’m close again, Miss!”
    She squeezed the middle of his concrete-hard dick with a slightly painful pressure. The need to come wasn’t as urgent. “Watch me.”
    She took her top off. Her beautiful full breasts were encased in a balcony bra and the nipples were half visible and looked hard. When she removed her skirt, he noticed the thong panties matched her bra. Also blue like her eyes. Her belly button was pierced and had a long pendant resting on her soft belly. He could smell the musk of her excitement. He was doing that to her. His dick pulsed with his heart. The pressure was increasing.
    She took her bra off. Cee’s nipples were tightly bumped. The panties came last. Not a hair to be seen. A lot of women did it today, to increase sensation.
    She was sexy. Confident. Beautiful. She walked to him, bent over, her nipple brushing his mouth. He sucked it softly, increasing the pressure slowly, reveling in her taste. She tasted sweet and tart at the same time. Moaning, she pulled away, changed nipples, her soft groans increasing in volume, her musky scent getting stronger.
    He wanted to touch her with his body, his hands holding her breasts. Craved the heavy weight of them so much his palms itched. He accepted, mostly, it wasn’t his to decide. Hoped she would let him come. Preferably inside her.
    Cee pulled away, face flushed, pupils dilated. There was a sexy, calculating smile on her face. She was