Page 7 of Unbound Boxset

Her head bent and nipped at his shoulder, digging her teeth into the flesh. Her leg lifted to hook her ankle around his buttocks, feeling his hard shaft tickle her, teasing her clit. His breath hitched hard, his hands grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up and yes, yes, yes…

She waited to be thrown against the wall and taken on a hard, wild ride but she felt the softness of the mattress on her back and suddenly her hands were clasped over her head and he pinned her beneath his weight.

Ariel gulped for air, shaking her head to come back to earth. “What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Slowing down.”

She arched upward and grinned at his restraint. “You don’t have to. I like it quick. I like it hard, I like it⁠—”

“I don’t play that way.”

Her legs lay splayed open on the bed, his shaft pressed against her damp entrance. “But I want⁠—”

He laughed; a low, husky growl of sound. “Baby, you don’t know what you want yet. But I’m going to show you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I practice tantra.”

“Please tell me that’s sex.”

He dipped his head and nuzzled her neck, biting the sensitive lobe of her ear. “Hell, yes. But it’s better than regular sex. And I’m going to show you every step of the way.”

He reached out, slid a drawer open, and took out a pair of velvet handcuffs. “Do you trust me? I’d never hurt you, and if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I’ll release you. This is something that will enhance your pleasure.”

She looked at the cuffs, her heart beating madly against her chest. It had been something she’d wanted to try for a long time. “Okay.”

He slipped her wrists into them and clicked the cuffs closed, his dark gaze full of satisfaction. Sliding off the bed, he dimmed the lights. He took off his underwear, then strode naked to the bed and lay beside her, one hand propped up so he could see her clearly. His fingers glided over her breasts, pinched her nipples lightly, coasted down on her stomach and traced the line of dark hair between her thighs. “Something tells me you approach sex like everything else you do. No holds barred.”

She sucked in her breath as his finger parted the trimmed bush of hair and stroke her swollen lips. “I, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“Not for men. But I think you deserve more. You deserve to come a dozen times before I enter you. I want to lick your sweet pussy until you scream my name, I want to touch every part of your body, hidden and not hidden, and not once am I going to enter you.”

His other finger slid in and parted her lips to expose her clit. She pulled at her restraints, feeling overwhelmed by helplessness and sharp excitement. He watched her face the whole time, catching every flicker of expression and seeming to enjoy her response. His fingers kept caressing, softly at first and then steadier. Ariel tried to fight it, tried to hold on for longer, not used to so much foreplay being focused on her with such intensity. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. Stop thinking and just feel.”

She never felt like she analyzed sex before. Ariel was always a full-on partner, ready to give as much as she received. But being held down and not being able to participate made her head spin, and her body become overly sensitized. His piercing gaze missed nothing, delved deeper, and made her squirm with both pleasure and discomfort. “Grant⁠—”

“Shhh. Come for me, Ariel,” he coaxed. “Come for me the first time while I watch.” Almost punishing her for holding back, he slipped one finger gently inside her wet channel and rubbed, harder, faster and⁠—

“Oh, God!” She came hard, her hips arching up against his hand as mini convulsions gripped her body in an agony of pleasure. Slowly, she floated down, her legs relaxing against his fingers, her wetness trickling down her thigh. He laughed in satisfaction and rolled on top of her, his mouth near hers.

“That’s it, that’s what you needed. Now, let’s bring you back up.”

His mouth took hers. Like a whisper, floating, he eased her into the kiss, his taste and scent swamping her senses as she opened her mouth to his.

His tongue thrust into the warm satin of her mouth, urging her in an endless game to come and play. She moaned deep in her throat and he caught the sound, his fingers stroking her nipples like light teasing feathers, making them tighten. Her stomach dipped as she began to crest again, the delicious tension pulling bit by bit. His mouth moved down to her neck to bite and lick.

“I want to touch you.” She gasped the words.

“Not yet. I think you’re always too eager to dive right in. Let me teach you how the ancients practiced sex.” His mouth moved to her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipples, his hands pushing up her mound so he could suckle and lick and bite until her nerve endings jumped at the sound of his voice or the touch of his fingers. “A woman’s body is made for sex, but a man needs to learn discipline to fully appreciate his own pleasure. Holding back and riding the wave makes it more intense when we finally explode.”

His mouth moved lower across her stomach, dipped into her navel, then licked at the edge of her junction. “Tantra is about sexual energy. It’s about foreplay, and the journey—not the culmination.” His fingers parted her thighs wide, wider, his thumbs holding open her pussy as his tongue licked and teased gently at her budding clit.

“I’m going to thrust inside of you and not come, Ariel. Not until you beg me over and over for mercy.” He paused, and looked up her body so his black eyes cut into hers with pure heat. “Again, baby. Come again.”

His tongue thrust inside of her, and swiped her swollen nub, over and over. He gently licked, sucked, his tongue dancing expertly until she slowly went out of her mind. Her channel squeezed and tightened with anticipation, with need, craving more, and then she let go again, his mouth swallowing her climax, her scream ripping through the room.

Ariel began to drown in a fog of pure sensual feeling, sensitive to his tongue and fingers and voice. She cried for him, for his cock to be inside her, but he denied her still, freeing one of her hands so he could flip her over. Her rear arched high in the air and his moist, warm breath found other crevices to explore. He pushed against her knees, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to her, and still she begged for mercy. The rip of a wrapper cut through the air. Finally, he turned her again and rose above her.

His cock pulsed with his own need, fierce and big. She moaned half in torment, half pleasure as he laughed and finally gave her what she wanted.

With one quick movement, he uncuffed her other wrist.

“Now, take me.”

He pushed inside, stretching her, his massive length sliding through the wet channels of her pussy and buried himself so deep to the hilt she didn’t know where he stopped and she began.

Ariel rose up to meet him, felt him grow even bigger, and then he pushed in and out, his cock rubbing against her clit, overly sensitive from the previous orgasms. Arousal began to rise and twist again, and unbelievably, she came, her nails digging viciously into his back, her hips bucking helplessly.

He stayed hard in her longer, making her climb again until she begged for his release as well as hers. His fingers slid into the damp strands of hair clinging to her face and he tenderly pushed them back. Her eyes glazed. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more.

“Last time, baby. Hang on.”

And then he took her on a hard, wild ride, slamming into her with a fierce rhythm until he stilled, his whole body tightening, and then he came with a shout. His body shuddered against hers and he collapsed, her arms coming around him as she tried to find her breath.

Wrecked, fucked completely out of her mind, Ariel slid into a drugged, foggy sleep.