Harper let her ni**les graze his bare skin and he shuddered. She realized she wasn’t making this about punishment for him, but about trust. He’d abused her trust today and she needed to show him, to remind him, what true trust entailed, especially why it was so important in a sexual relationship when one partner held the reins.
She reached between his legs and fondled his balls, pleased to find them already hard and tight. Then she stroked his shaft. She tortured him slowly, with feather-light butterfly touches, more fleeting than solid, never staying in the one place he most wanted her caresses.
Bran’s whole body rippled and he groaned.
She stopped touching him.
He groaned louder.
Grabbing his hand, she curled it around his cock. “You do this. But don’t make yourself come. In fact, you don’t get to come at all until I say so. Understood?”
“Ah. Yeah. Sure.”
Harper let her hand stay on top of Bran’s while he pleasured himself. Such power and surety in his strokes. He tugged much harder on the rigid shaft than she would’ve attempted. Using her thumb, she swiped away the bead of moisture gathered on the c**k head.
He made a growling noise and his fingers tightened.
She slid her hand up his flat belly, stopping to tweak his nipple, smiling when he sucked in a quick breath. She sank her teeth below the skin of his left shoulder blade while her hand connected with his right butt cheek.
He jerked upright and went still. But he didn’t protest or falter in the pace or movement of his hand on his cock.
She peppered him with swats until his firm butt cheeks turned a soft shade of red and were hot to the touch. Harper let her tongue follow the curve of his spine. When her mouth connected with his heated buns, he groaned. She rubbed her cheek against the warmth on either side, placing gentle kisses on the redness.
An unintelligible word rumbled from his chest.
He kept stroking.
She kept torturing him.
And she knew he was into it. His heavy breathing made his whole body heave. Sweat trickled down his back. She could smell his arousal, a special scent his body released that was pure musky male essence.
This power of pleasure was heady stuff. No wonder Bran liked it so much.
Harper alternated between kissing his back and leaving bite marks. She rubbed her ni**les on his arm as she spanked him and he spanked himself.
It was unbelievably hot. Her pu**y was drenched. Her skin felt too tight. Her heart raced. Her hands smarted from connecting with Bran’s flesh. She felt his movements slowing as he tried to keep himself from coming.
She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear. “Turn around. I wanna watch you come. I wanna see you spray all over your belly. Like you did when you marked me with your seed. Mark yourself for me, Bran, since I can’t mark you.”
Bran flipped around, resting his upper back against the wall. His hand jerked his shaft hard and fast, a constant slapping of skin meeting skin. He let his head fall back and a low curse rasped from his lips. His jaw went tight, then slack. He groaned as he pulled his c**k closer to his abdomen. Jets of come splashed at the top of his ridged abs. He kept pumping his hips and his dick until he’d milked himself dry.
Harper watched as the thick liquid ran down his belly, mixing with the sheen of sweat covering his quivering skin.
Finally he looked at her, male satisfaction riding high on his handsome face. His fist stayed around his c**k and he awaited her further instruction.
“My turn,” she said in a husky bedroom voice. She backed up until she sat on the edge of the bed. Splaying her knees open, she slid her hands down her stomach. When she reached her swollen pu**y lips, she spread them apart, revealing every inch of her hidden folds, the mouth of her sex, and her engorged clit. “See how wet I am?”
Bran growled.
“Put your mouth on me. Now. Make me come.”
He hit the carpet between her legs so fast he probably got rug burns on his knees. He layered his hands over hers, keeping her cunt wide-open so his tongue could plunge into her. He licked the cream coating her sex, flicking the very tip of his tongue over her clit. He sucked, making possessive male sounds that vibrated against her intimate flesh.
“Yes. Like that.”
Two fingers pushed inside her channel. He rubbed the tips against the sensitive spot on her inner wall as he suctioned his mouth to her clitoris, catching the rhythm of her blood pulsing through her veins, sucking in tandem.
Each rhythmic pull of her clit into the heat of his mouth sent her closer to the edge. She bumped her hips up, grinding her sex into his face, desperate for release.
Then Bran backed off. He blew a stream of air over her engorged flesh. Her skin tightened from her pu**y to her ni**les to her scalp. He rapidly flicked his tongue across her clit, barely there wet lashes that intensified with each stuttered heartbeat.
Harper’s legs shook. She teetered on the brink, needing . . . wanting . . . “Please. I—”
He reached up and pinched her right nipple hard at the same time his teeth nipped her clit.
That did it. She sailed headlong into dark pleasure as Bran fastened his oh-so-clever mouth to her throbbing clit and sucked.
And sucked. And dear God, he sucked some more, doing some exquisite maneuver with his tongue until she felt she’d had three orgasms instead of one. Until her insides trembled as strongly as her thighs, arms, and belly. Until a haze of bliss settled over her. A gratifying hum that streamed across the surface of her skin as she was totally submerged in unadulterated pleasure.
But Bran didn’t give her long to bask in the afterglow of a triple-play orgasm. He pushed her back flat against the mattress, hiked her hips up, and plunged inside her pu**y to the hilt. The ferocity of the thrust caught her off guard, but not the fact Bran had retaken control.