Free Outlander (Borealis) by Ellie Bay Page B

as all my muscles tensed in anticipation.
“Ahh!” My pussy felt like it was oozing melted butter. I couldn’t imagine
anything feeling better than this. Well, maybe one thing.
    After he stopped, I glared at him. There was no way I wanted
to end this now.
    I caught a glint in his eye. “Trust me, little sub. All I
want is to please you.”
    He pulled off my clothes and started sucking on my nipples.
He gave one of them a playful bite and I flinched, though my excitement was
climbing steadily higher.
    Caught in an erotic fever, I felt open and uninhibited. I
grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him closer.
    When he slipped his middle finger inside my wet slit, I
panted and stared at him wide-eyed.
    Marcus fingered me relentlessly, holding my gaze until I
couldn’t bear it any longer.
    I sighed his name. “Marcus.”
    He withdrew his finger and sucked on it sensuously. He
savored my taste as if it were the finest wine.
    It set me on fire, made me burn with need. Something primal
was building inside me. I was terrified and exhilarated to find out what it was
and what would become of me once I let it out.
    Marcus hopped off our bed and started digging under the
mattress. I had no idea what he was doing until he pulled out a handful of
leather straps. Restraints. It is how we worship.
    I gasped and reached for his hand. He stopped to study my
face and when I remained silent, he continued his work.
    He wound the leather restraints around my ankles and wrists
with the reverence of a monk spinning a prayer wheel. With each restraint he
tied, I tried to protest, but I couldn’t or I didn’t want to. At the end of it
all, I was secured to each corner of the bed, spread eagle.
    It was like walking off a cliff. I had crossed a line and
there was no going back now. My true nature had been exposed and I could no
longer hide behind my good girl façade. Had I always been such a powerful,
erotic creature? Had I been created primarily for sex and pleasure? Without
knowing my history, it was hard to say, but at that moment I was Venus born out
of the sea, ready to take my rightful place as the symbol of erotic love.
    When Marcus was done he lay on the bed, belly down, his face
between my legs. A bloom of passion soaked my pussy. Our eyes locked and I felt
the deep intimacy that existed between us. Still gazing into my eyes, he parted
my pussy lips and started licking the delicate folds. I moaned with abandon.
    Pulling against my restraints, I pumped my pelvis, trying to
get closer to him. I longed to be entered with his tongue, his fingers, his
cock.
    After groaning with desire, he grimaced abruptly. The
chastity device was doing its job.
    I snapped out of my euphoric state. “What’s wrong?”
    “I want to be inside you…desperately.” His voice was
strangled as he turned his face away.
    “I want that too.” Though I was saying that to a virtual
stranger, it was the truth. Nothing else mattered except my union with him.
    He caressed the round globes of my bottom affectionately. “I
am sorry I stopped. Sometimes I have to because the pain is so intense.”
    My excitement tapered, replaced with compassion for my Dom’s
predicament and anger at my own erotic frustration. I shook my head. “Untie me,
Marcus. You can hold me. I don’t want to cause you pain.”
    “No.” It was a decisive answer. With focused determination,
he pulled off his loin cloth, revealing his hard cock fighting against the
device.
    As soon as he began running his tongue along the inside of
my thigh, I was lost in his spell again. Just feel. I could do that. I
hated that he was caged, but I was powerless to free him and I desperately
needed a release.
    He splayed his palms over my belly while he pleasured my
pussy with his mouth, his tongue licking hard between my folds and skirting my
clit.
    I squeezed my gluteal muscles in response to the pressure building
in my core.
    Marcus changed his pace. It was harder, more persistent now.
    So close…
    He plunged