Excerpt:
In the deepest recesses of her mind, Grace knew that Carter could be carrying her to a dank dungeon room to kill her, but she didn't care. It was the single most carnal moment of her entire life and she was drugged by it. A slave to it. Grace wanted more. More than anything Grace wanted Carter inside her.
She should have felt relieved when Carter carried her inside a large bedroom, but all she felt was incredible eagerness and desire.
"Carter." Grace pulled his head down and pressed her mouth to his. He groaned, dumping her on the edge of his bed the next instant. The comforter felt cool beneath the wet heat of her lower body and she squirmed against it when her tongue twined with Carter's.
He shrugged off his coat, but that was all he took the time to do. Grace cried into his mouth when she felt his finger sliding into the wet folds at the apex of her thighs.
"I knew it was you," his voice was deep and rough with passion. "I knew it, Grace."
Grace didn't know exactly what he meant by that nor did she care when he dropped to his knees by the bed and again, pressed his face into her pussy. His tongue dove into her vagina just once, slowly sliding up to her clit and circling it. Grace nearly came again.
When Carter pulled back, Grace went at him like a wild woman. Stitches in his sweater popped when she jerked up the hem in an attempt to pull it off of him. Carter grinned at her in the darkness, helping her remove it. Immediately she grabbed the front of his jeans, wanting them gone too, but Carter collared her wrists in his strong hands, stopping her.
"I had no idea kitties could be this passionate." Carter's breath came fast. "But I have a thing about control in the bedroom, Grace. I like to have it."
Shifting her hands so he held them both with just one of his, he dragged her from the bed to the dresser just a couple of feet away. With his free hand he yanked open the second door and pulled something from it before yanking her back onto the bed.
Grace tried to pull her hands free and found that she couldn't. It wasn't that she wanted to be free so much as it turned her on to have him restrain her. Her excitement grew by leaps and bounds when he closed the fur covered handcuffs around one of her wrists.
Shit, it was one of her favorite fantasies.
"You like this don't you?" Carter's eyes gleamed at her as he snapped on the lamp on the bedside table. Pushing her back towards the bed, he hauled her up to the top and pulled her arms up. Easily he threaded the handcuffs through the ornately carved wooden headboard and then closed the other cuff around her other wrist.
"Do you like this, Grace? Being chained to my bed?"
Her mouth was dry but she managed to answer.
"Yes."
"I wish I didn't need you so badly right now. But I'll have time and the opportunity to explore every inch of you later."
Carter tore open his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. He wore no underwear. Damn, that was sexy.
Pulling her thighs apart he positioned himself between her legs, the mushroom shaped head of his enormous cock aiming at her weeping entrance. In the soft light of the lamp she was impressed by its width and the length of the heavily veined shaft. Oh, she couldn't wait to know what that felt like in her body.
"Give it to me," she whispered.
Carter pushed just the head of his cock into her aching pussy.
"Do I need to gag you as well?"
Grace tried to push her body down to take more of that magnificent cock, but the tormenting devil wouldn't allow it.
"Maybe," Grace threw out just to see what he'd say.
"I have one that is shaped like a cock, Grace."
Carter pushed into her just a little more. Her pussy walls tried to grab him, to pull him in farther.
"With that gag I could make you perform fellatio the entire time I fucked you. But I think I would rather have your mouth on me. Later."
Grace let her mouth fall open as he said that and he rewarded her by sliding in a little farther.
"Oh, you like that idea do you? Performing fellatio while I fuck you?"
Grace couldn't speak. He slid further and further into her cunt. He moved slowly and maddeningly, but the sensation of him in there, burning and stretching her with his hot flesh was incredible.
"Do you dream about having two men at once, Grace?"
Oh, holy hell, yes!
"Or more?"
Oh, I have…
"You'll experience that, Grace."
Grace cried out when he was buried to the hilt inside her. The tight sac of his balls teased her sensitive flesh as he ground against her.
"I'll give you that treat whenever you like. As long as I am there and as long as you and everyone else know that you belong to me."