Excerpt (unedited) ... Lick of Darkness

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Once he was in position, I lowered the top of the stock down, and refastened it. He shuffled uneasily on his knees as I rounded the medieval piece of equipment to drag the custom-made chair closer. The panic I briefly saw in his eyes instigated a shiver of excitement to feather down the length of my spine, and that strange hunger I felt on two previous occasions, sprung to life inside of me. It was like a heady rush of equal parts adrenaline, and intense arousal. It was so unexpectedly strong, it almost took my breath. But at the same time, it was such an intensely erotic feeling, I wanted to experience it again. Expelling a slow breath to calm myself down, I readjusted the chair in front of the stock while Bryce watched with curiosity as I calculated where my pussy was going to end up once I climbed on. Satisfied with the position, I couldn’t stop the eager smile stretching across my lips. Standing next to the chair, almost right in front of Bryce’s face, I hooked both thumbs in the side strings of the G-string. When I flicked my gaze down to his cock, my smile widened when I saw the slight surge making it bob briefly up and down, and the slow thickening of the stem. Teasingly, I slowly slid the G-string down over my hips, until my bare, plump pussy was revealed, temptingly out of his reach. Sliding the sides down my thighs, I leaned forward, keeping my legs straight, to give his darkening eyes more of my breasts to feast upon while I slid my G-string all the way down to my ankles. Straightening back up, I stepped out of them, one red leather stiletto at a time. His deepening chocolaty eyes were glued to my every movement. “A man like you must be pretty hungry by now,” I husked out, arousal thickening my voice as I slowly climbed up onto the chair. Bryce lifted his eyes, his intense gaze zeroing in on my bare mound. His tongue darted out, licking across his bottom lip in distracted anticipation while his irises darkened into twin pools of lust, reflecting his eagerness to sample a taste of what was being dangled in front of him. With a brief look down, I sighed, content with the steady thickening of his cock. My arousal swelled, a deep ache throbbing in the depths of my core as I turned around and settled back into the molded seat, the sides of it comfortably hugging around my upper body. Sliding forward, just enough that the seat tilted my hips and lifted my glistening pussy up closer to his face, his eyes centered in on my outer lips. The stock rattled slightly when he tried, unsuccessfully, to stretch forward so he was able to touch his mouth to the inviting sight. With a wicked grin, I looped one leg over the top of the stock, then the other, careful not to get close enough for him to reach in any way with his lips or his tongue as my legs spread, separating and opening my wet pussy lips up like a rare flower. © Copyright Carol Delmornay 2019 All Rights Reserved Pic Credit: Google Images