Free Pan's Salvation by Shyla Colt

moaned.
    “Mmmhhh. You’re so vocal and we’re just getting started.”
    He clamped the cuffs around her wrists. Their lightweight didn’t weigh her wrists down and the insides are velvet soft. He pulls the chain up and hooks them to something above her head.
    “You’re so damn sexy exposed to me as a gift. Let’s start with something I know you’ll enjoy.”
    His wet hair tickled her and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
    She hummed.
    Pan released it with a pop and did the same to its twin. “Do you remember the black plastic pieces?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m going to use them now. They’re suckers and they go right.” He placed them on her stiff peaks. “Here.”
    They suctioned to her breasts and he tugged lightly as she whimpered.
    “I know you like it when I play with your breasts.” He flicked then.
    Overwhelmed, she cried out.
    He continued to play with gentle flicks and tugs. Her breasts swelled and her pussy grew wet. “Damn, I can see you glistening. You like this, don’t you?” He pulled them both and she arched her back. “I bet I could make you come, just, like, this.” He timed his words to each pull.
    Her core tingled while her legs shook.
    He then increased his speed.
    A ball of tension formed in her stomach. Her breath came in pants.

    “Come now, Lark,” he ordered.
    She fell to pieces under his tutelage. Still riding high, she screamed when he thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Somewhere during her trip to space, he’d taken off her panties. “Pan…”
    “Hartley. I want to hear you call out my name.” He pumped slowly, circling her walls.
    She lifted up to get a better angle.
    “So eager, my greedy little bird. They starved you. Don’t worry, I have plenty to go around.
    But it’ll be on my terms.” He pushed in as far as he could go and paused.
    The feel of his long, thick, calloused fingers made her squirm as she edged up on her tiptoes.
    “Be still.”
    She placed her feet firmly on the floor and gritted her teeth.
    “That’s right little bird. I control the pleasure. You feel what I want you to.” He removed his fingers and slapped her pussy.
    “Hartley.”
    “Fuck yeah, babe. That’s what I want to hear.” He praised. He ran his fingers through her curls and parted her lips. “Such a pretty, pink, pussy waiting to be filled. But not yet.”
    “Hartley, please?”
    “Oh, trust me. I’m going to please you.” He moved away.
    Her body hummed with energy. Her thighs were slick with her juices and her lips were
    swollen. The humming made her stretch her body out a little straighter.
    He touched her arm with the vibrating white wand. He trailed it down along her stomach
    pausing at her bikini line.
    She licked her lips, eager to feel the toy against her clit.
    “You ready to come?”
    “Yes.”
    Pan pressed the round piece to her swollen button and turned it up. “Then come now.”
    She called his name and broke. She begged him to either stop or fuck her many more times, as he did it again—and again.

    The sunlight flooding through the window painted the woman’s back beside him. By the
    time he let her down, her voice was hoarse and her body went limp. He restrained from taking her. Their first time would not be associated with her sister’s death. I’m thinking way too much about this woman. They had a good time and his attraction was off the charts. But he had no clue where they’d go from here. She might not want his life.
    So make her like it.
    A part of him wanted to keep her, no matter what the cause. With the ordeal behind him, reality was back and as usual, it was a real bitch. He slid from the bed, careful not to wake her and headed to the shower. Today, he’d have to check in with his club president, Demon. The man would want answers and a plan. He’d need to have them ready for him.
    After stepping in under the water flow, the shower curtain pulled back to reveal a teary-eyed Lark. She stepped inside and he waited for her to set the tone.