Chapter 411 - Under My Control
His not touching her only exacerbated her situation because she was heating up. Her mind was full of ideas and images that only made her clench her thighs. And now she was not able to divert her attention from the shoulder muscles beneath his shirt that seemed to ripple all the more. The demon was actually trying to show off his muscles?
She closed her eyes tightly and the image of his hard shaft in her mouth flashed across. What would it be to have that inside her? She wanted to dig her nails in his flesh and draw blood out. She wanted him so badly that she clenched her teeth. The vegetable stew was prepared soon and he served it to her. And it was very delicious. If the demon was trying to persuade her to take her, he was doing a d.a.m.n good job. But even as they had had their dinner, he still didn"t touch her and Iona—she wanted him more with each pa.s.sing second. Usually, he used to pull her in his lap, but today he wasn"t even stroking her hair or wiping her lips. Her antic.i.p.ation increased. In the end when they exited, he pulled a small rope from the wall and hung it around his neck. "What is that for?" she asked..
"For you, love," he replied with mischief in his eyes. She gulped and her antic.i.p.ation only increased further.
When they reached their room, Iona squeaked when he turned her towards him suddenly. He tugged her nightgown down the shoulders and lifted her b.r.e.a.s.t.s from the lace around them. He kissed the upper swells, and leisurely latched his lips on her nipples. He carried her to the only chair that was in the room and made her sit on it. He knelt in front of her. Once again, he caught her pink nipples and sucked them and flicked them alternatively with his tongue. Her breath became shallow and her chest heaved up and down as she tried to remove the lace beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Rolfe stopped her. He held her hands and made them wrap around his neck. "I want you to leave it all on me." She wanted to say something, but he had taken her mouth with his. It was a trap she could never resist and her body was heated immediately, flames consuming her slowly.
He pulled away from her and she cried for more. He parted her knees leaving her exposed. He looked at her black curls and slid his hand between her thighs. His fingers touched her wet folds and she quivered on the chair. With her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sill perked up over the lace, she was experiencing something new. All the pleasure was being redirected towards her belly and heat coiled there. He pressed his finger over her c.l.i.t and as he moved it, Iona groaned loudly. She wanted to hold his hand, but he stopped immediately. He took the rope and tied her hands back.
"Don"t you touch me and don"t you touch yourself," he said in a low throaty voice. He parted her knees again. After circling her bud, he shoved his finger inside her core. She arched her body, wanting to get closer to him. But he only played with her idly, he made her wait with antic.i.p.ation. She squirmed around his fingers in growing frustration. He caressed her in a way that he didn"t touch the place she wanted him to. She wanted his lips on her c.l.i.t, but he wasn"t coming near. He just kept watching her. Every time she neared a release, he would make his touch gentler. "f.u.c.k!" she grated.
When Rolfe cupped his hand behind her neck and brought her forward to kiss him, she kissed him violently and tugged at his tongue crazily. He gave his tongue to her as he covered her s.e.x with his hands and continued to savor the juices that flowed there. He broke their kiss and she cried reluctantly. "Noo!"
He picked her up and brought her to the fur pelt. He untied her and she immediately grabbed his shoulders and arched her body up to rub against him. He got up and removed his tunic in one swift move and then lowered his slacks. His shaft sprang free, the ma.s.sive length surprising her again. She rolled her hips and his c.o.c.k rubbed against the wetness of her s.e.x. The demon shuddered and hissed when her wetness touched his swollen crown.
Rolfe"s gaze went to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as her chest heaved. He couldn"t help it. He leaned over them and started suckling them. His horns had started straightening. While he suckled her, he nudged his c.o.c.k at her core, to find the wetness that enticed him always. To his surprise, she was seeking it too and she rolled her hips again to meet it. If she continued to do this, he was sure he would come before he was in her and that would be embarra.s.sing. He held her hands up and pinned them above her head.
"Please Rolfe," she said, as she watched him tie her hands with the rope that he tied to a hook on the wall behind them. Where the h.e.l.l did that hook come from? She hadn"t seen it earlier.
"Do you want me to come in you, badly?"
"Yes!" she undulated her hips.
He took more rope, tied her left ankle with it and then knotted it in a hook on the floor beneath the pelt. He did the same with another ankle. She was flabbergasted. Where did these hooks come from?
Slowly, he crawled over to her and said, "This is how I like my female. Under my control." His green eyes were burning with l.u.s.t. He leaned over her and began rubbing his c.o.c.k over her wet s.e.x.
G.o.ds, she loved it. And she was wildly surprised by her needs.
"I know that you want me inside you," he said in a teasing manner. "But do you think you will be able to take me in?"
"Yes!" she answered and nodded.
But the demon bent down only to kiss her navel. He trailed his kisses to her thighs and then inside them.
"Please Rolfe, please!" Why the h.e.l.l was he delaying it? "You have to release my hands," she said. "She could have broken the rope to free hands with her strength but she didn"t. She loved what he was doing and didn"t want to spoil the pleasure.
He cupped her b.u.t.tocks and said, "I need you badly, Iona." He knew that she wanted to dig her fangs in him. The thought made his shaft pulse harder.
"Get inside me or free me!" she growled.
He held his shaft to guide it inside him. "Iona!" he growled as he inserted the crown in her core. Her head fell back as pain came. He stopped and gave her time to adjust to his size. When she adjusted, he started getting inside slowly, stretching her, filling her. She was so tight that a bead of sweat came on his brows.
"Ah!" she cried as she felt a sudden sharp pain. He stopped again, his neck muscles corded as if he was in too much pain.
"Release my hands, demon," she demanded. He reached over her hands and untied her rope. And as soon as he did that, she grabbed his horns. Rolfe was done for.