Free Bound at the Ball (Siren Publishing Allure) by Lea Barrymire Page A

more than her brain did.
    “For your reward I think you need to straddle my legs.” His voice dragged her from her introspection. With a show of muscular strength he picked her up by her waist, turned her to face him and placed her gently over his legs. Her arms were still bound behind her back and the new position took more movement away from her as he widened his knees until her legs were opened. A glance down showed that her shaved nether region was completely open, visibly on display. A rush of warm wetness between her pussy lips made her blush.
    “Hmm, you like being open to me, don’t you? This is an amazing view and I’m not sure I will ever want to see you clothed. I’m going to touch you and kiss you as your reward. You can’t stop me. Don’t struggle.” He leaned forward and whispered the last few words, warm breath feathering over her cheek.
    Rella sucked in a gasp. She felt exposed and embarrassed that he was staring at her most private of places, but more than that she yearned to have him touch her. She already craved his kisses, and the feel of his hand on her nipples had brought her blood to a boiling need. She waited, watching him stare at her pussy. She wanted to wiggle, to move the beads touching her clit.
    When his eyes looked up, she felt a jolt of lust strike her. His eyes burned, hidden beneath half-closed lids. She gladly went to his mouth when he pulled her toward him, rocking her pelvis enough to shift the beads. She moaned and jerked when his mouth took hers, swallowing her sounds. One hand wound into her hair, holding her head. The other skated over her belly. It rested against her mound, cupping her but not touching her folds.
    The feeling of heavy heat was growing, and she knew she was getting close to a release. She’d given herself a few orgasms the night before, and the sensation was becoming too familiar. The need to come quickly overcame her embarrassment. She moved her hips in hopes of getting pressure on her clit, and she blushed at the chuckle that vibrated in his chest.
    Sabar’s lips never left hers. He parted her lips with his, invading her mouth, but this time he coaxed hers to him. He teased her by lightly playing inside her mouth but not twining his tongue with hers. She groaned in frustration. She wanted to lose herself to the sensations, to feel overwhelmed again, but he wasn’t doing what he did before. She tried to jerk her head back and growled in the back of her throat when he didn’t allow her to move. She tried to thrash, but his strong arms held her tightly.
    An animalistic response took over. She felt trapped and out of control. The more she attempted to escape him and he held her still, the more she wanted to push him to see what his reaction would be. She gave in to her wants and tried to take control the only way she could. She kissed him back with everything she had. Aggression translated into frantic, teeth-clashing movements of her mouth on his. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew what she wanted. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, running it along his, feeling a zing of heat in her pussy when he twined his with hers, sliding seductively together. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, forcing her to flare her nostrils and suck in his scent on each inhale.
    The moment his fingers delved between her labia, she cried out. She shivered from the spike of arousal that simple touch caused. His fingers swirled in her wetness, stroking from her opening to her clit with a light touch. It wasn’t enough to make her come, but it stoked the fire burning in her blood. His lips moved against hers with the same rhythm and pressure as his fingers on her pussy, stoking both sets of lips with featherlight touches. She cried out against his mouth, putting her frustration into the feral sound. She wanted to come. Needed it more than she needed air. The feeling was building, clamping her muscles down and arching her back. A few more strokes would send her