My breath caught when his mouth brushed my pussy, a feather-light kiss that seared me more than fire. His lips parted, and then—oh Goddess—his tongue dragged slow and hot over my clit.

I screamed.

The sound tore from me raw, helpless, my body convulsing against the chains. Pleasure burst through me, violent and consuming. I tried to twist away, but his hands clamped down harder, anchoring me to the bed. His tongue flattened against my clit, licking, stroking, devouring me like he meant to drink my very soul.

“Please!” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it.

He didn’t pause. His tongue lashed again, harder this time,...