In His Arms (3)

He grabbed one of her breasts and began to knead her nipples. He turned his attention to the other breast and gave it the same attention. He latched on to a nipple and suckled, tugging at it.

She arched her back, wanting more, needing more.

He reached forward and unhooked the restraints, “Hands and knees,” he said and then spanked her ass, “Your ass to me.”

She saw his eyes light up when her ass jiggled, and just like she thought, he did it again and again. She did as she was told, got to her knees, her ass high up in the air, She looked over her shoulders, and stole glances at him.

He reached for the leather cuff, and fastened it to her hands. She laid with her face on the bed, her arms stretched out on each side of her.

He moved behind her, gripped her ass and spread her wide, “Look at me, Scarr,” he said in that deep baritone voice.

She turned to look at him, those intense grey eyes staring b