I wanted to run ,then, more than any other time, watching his face, this powerful man putting me at the center of his universe for these few minutes- but his eyes trapped me, held me in place as he leaned forward, dipping his head. No one had done this before. " You're shaking," he said softly. How hands hadn't stopped moving: up my legs, over my hips,his palms tracing the curve of my waist,my ribs. " Are you okay? Do I need to slow down?" I shook my head. " Tell me if I do," he said. " Tell me if anything changes. Any time okay?" I nodded. " Say the words." " I'm okay," I whispered. " I'll tell you if I'm not." He smiled. " Good girl. Thank you." How hands dragged back down my stomach,up my thighs, and he pressed my knees farther apart. Cool air on wet skin like its own touch. He slid his knees back, lowering his chest to the mattress,curling his arms around my hips,all in one fluid motion,all grace and power. The first brush of his lips against mine was electric: I jerked as if I had been shocked and his arms thightened around me. I was staring down at him,in surprise,in awe,in- I don't know,I didn't know anything right then and he looked up at me,those blue eyes almost black. How fingers pressed into my hips,into that sensitive spot between thigh and labia , and the noise I made was only barely human. " I love how sensitive you are." The heat of his breath might as well have been his tongue. " And how sweet you taste." He kissed me like I was kissing him back, dragging lips and careful tongue, heat singing through me, pleasure crawling through my belly, spreading through my hips like fingers . His nose brushed my clit, amd my back arched so sharply he dug his fingers into my thighs to keep me steady. And instead of backing off, instead of letting me breath, he turned the full attention of his mouth to it, holding tight onto me, following the movement of my hips. How tongue traced the contour of my cunt, his beard brushing soft against my thighs. Every muscle in my body was flexed and hard against him, against my bonds ,the pressure ratcheted up tight and hot in my midsection. I wanted to curl up into a ball, wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him. I wanted his grip to bruise me. I wanted to come so bad I could barely think. He uncurled one arm from around my hips, and I felt his fingers brush my ass, under his chin. His tongue dragged up the length of my lips, fingers following the trail,pushing into me at the same time he sucked my clit into his mouth. My cry was sharp and loud and made me acutely aware of the silence in the room,of the sounds he was making,the sounds I was making,but he hummed again and smiled against my cunt. He flipped his hand over ,palm up , and curled his fingers. " Shit," I breathed, " S, God-" The rhythm was incessant, insistent,and I was pulling so hard at the tie on my wrists I knew I'd bruise, I needed to bruise. He lifted his head, letting his thumb take over where his mouth had been. " Are you going to come for me, baby?"