Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (best books to read for beginners TXT) 📕

goosebumps prickling her flesh as I got her used to it. The swift intake of air and the way her lips parted were exactly the reaction I sought.

“Sir?” There was so much need in that one syllable, it looped its very own knot around my dick and pulled it tight.

“Oh yes, Angel. You ready to let me practice on you?”

“How do you want me?”

I closed my eyes and grounded myself. I would need every ounce of my control for this. “Just like you are,” I told her. “We’re going to do a simple knot. I want to wrap your torso, your breasts, and your thighs, then your wrists, and if you enjoy that, it’ll be my turn to reward you.”

The little shudder she released filled me with an inescapable pleasure. If it were possible, she relaxed more. Exactly what I wanted.

“The chest harness,” I began as I began using single columns to wrap the rope around her midsection, then up and over her breasts. At the first brush of the rope, her nipples pulled tighter, flushing with color, and I paused to swirl my tongue over one. Her fingers dug into her thighs, and I bit down gently. “Don’t hurt yourself.” The moment I gave the order, her hands relaxed, and then I sucked on the nipple I’d bitten lightly until she let out another of those breathy sighs and a trickle of dampness escaped from her pussy.

“My sweet girl,” I whispered and then laved attention to the other nipple until both were wet and glistening. Only when I had them both fully flushed a deep red and her breath coming in deeper, harsher pants and the hint of a squirm in her posture did I move on. The harness took time to build, and by now, every touch of the rope had her reacting.

But my beautiful girl fought to stay still for me.

I wasn’t comfortable with rope around her neck, so I framed it over her shoulders, weaving the knots until they formed two shoulder pieces like a tank top and didn’t threaten that lovely column of throat.

Moving to her back, I traced my fingers over her tattoo. She and Jake had been talking about his new tattoo, and I’d seen that glimmer of light in her eyes each time they went over the different designs for the wings and the colors. When I followed the loop of my name, another shiver raced over her.

Delicate little tremors of reaction. Her wrists I looped gently, then bound to her waist. I didn’t want to arch her uncomfortably, since she would be kneeling for a while. Once they were secure, I eased her back, she melted into me and let me position her against the nest of pillows.

The position kept her thighs apart and her feet flat on the floor. I ran the rope between her legs and then tied each thigh lightly to an ankle. Each piece hooked into the other. The red silk against her golden skin was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen beyond the way her eyes shifted when she came.

With care, I sat back on my heels and just admired her. She lay there, relaxed, no part of her trying to hold her pose. The ropes kept her legs apart and her hands down and comfortable. They also cradled her. Her breathing came, nice and even, and with two fingers, I checked her pulse.

It thrummed steadily, and the dampness between her thighs filled the air with its own musky invitation.

“How are you doing, Angel?”

“Wonderful,” she whispered. “How are you?”

I grinned. “I’m blessed. Because you love me.”

Her smile grew wider. “Can I see you?”

“Open your eyes,” I whispered, and they flickered open to reveal pupils swollen to swallow almost all of the green until they were like pockets of the night. “Hello, my sweet angel.”

“Sir Ian,” she whispered like it was a revelation. I loved how she said my name. I had from the beginning.

“Can you take a little more? Can my good, perfect girl take more for me?”

“I’ll take anything for you.”

Yes. She would. My cock was stone, pressed so tight against the zipper on my shorts, it would likely be wearing the imprint. But my pleasure was right here, soaking up hers.

“Good girl,” I praised her as I stroked my hands down her sides, then up to her nipples. I gave each one a hard, sharp tug that had her gasping. “That’s it, hold nothing back.” Pinching one like my fingers were a clamp, I dipped my head down to those thighs of hers and began to sample the sweet trickle of need soaking her labia.

Her sighs turned to moans as I plunged my tongue into her, coating my face in her before I circled her clit. The little bud was so swollen and flushed, it almost looked painful. I cast my glance up to find her body arched, her eyes on me. I released her nipple in the same moment I sucked her clit against my teeth, and she came with a shriek.

The cry elongated, and heat flooded me. I’d made her scream like that.

I was going to do it again.

I began to eat her out in earnest. She was the sweetest treat I’d ever have. The first one I wanted. The last I would ever want. Her sighs and moans rose and fell as she fought to hold on, but I was relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure, and when she was shaking all over, I rose, stripped off my shorts, and tugged the knots so they would come free.

Frankie’s eyes opened wide as she gasped out little sounds that were the syllables of my name, but I swallowed them in a kiss before sinking into her. My cock ached to feel those shudders and spasms as she wrapped me up, and when her fingers dug into my shoulders, I exulted. My girl was flying, and she wrapped those legs around me as I began to pump into her, and