Sully's Fantasy

Just drowning attraction and blistering sexual need.

I swallowed and nodded.

Sully growled low in his chest. “I’ll make this good for you, Jinx. So fucking good.” With slightly shaking hands, he removed his loincloth, throwing it over the side of the deck. It fluttered through the branches, leaving Sully stunningly naked.

His cock hung heavy and hard. His balls tucked against his body in need. His flat stomach rippled with shallow breaths. Crowding into me, he grabbed the vine by my other wrist and once again, used it to secure me.

He didn’t speak as he climbed onto the banister and tugged at vines hanging above us, pulling them lower from their tangles to drape a few around me. Bits of bracken and dried leaves rained around us as he reached for me and plucked me from the deck.

I couldn’t move my arms as he held me high enough to position my leg through a looped hanging vine before repeating with my other. “Balance.” He let me go, leaving the two vines around my thighs to hold my weight as I swung with my legs parted.

It took effort to stay in place, especially with my wrists tied, and my stomach clenched as he once again jumped onto the railing and tugged another few vines to waist level. With sure hands and quick calculations, he reclined me onto the new loops, ensuring three thick foliage ropes cradled my back and neck.

My hair cascaded behind me; my necklaces and anklets tinkled quietly with my every sway.

Only once he’d added vines to my ankles, leaving the vines swinging from the treetops above and splaying my legs open did he step back to inspect my imprisonment.

I squirmed in the bondage, testing the parameters and seeking a way free.

He groaned as my legs scissored, then splayed wide thanks to the vines keeping me trapped. His hand dropped to his cock, his fingers lashing tight around his erection. “You look positively divine.”

I struggled again, trying to keep my legs closed, all while the swinging strength of the vines parted them, revealing every private part of me.

He’d effectively made a sex swing out of the jungle.

He’d lashed and looped me so I had nowhere to go, no way to run from whatever he was about to do.

Cinta sprang back into power in my veins. Lust shoved aside words and worries, drenching me in debilitating desire. If I wasn’t supported by the vines, I would’ve puddled to his feet and begged him to touch me.

His stare was a visceral thing.

The way he masturbated while feasting on my prone body made the coils of a climax begin in my belly.

Touch me.

Fuck me.

Please!

“Want something, Eleanor?” He jerked himself harder. “You’re growing wetter by the second, so you can’t deny it.”

I nodded, desperation making me insane. “You. I want you.”

“How? How do you want me?”

I watched him jerking off. The brutalising squeeze, the harsh punishment. He’d never been a gentle lover, and I wanted it as hard as he delivered.

“I want that.” I arched my chin at his cock, my vision turning hazy. “I want you to touch me like that.”

“Where?” he growled.

“Everywhere.”

My skin flushed as his gaze turned midnight and flashed with violent lust. “Your wish is my command, Goddess Jinx.” Stepping into me, he slammed to his knees between my wide legs. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.”

Chapter Twelve

ELEANOR WAS ALL MY weaknesses in one.

Her taste as my tongue entered her pussy.

Her moans as I worshipped her.

Her jerks as I inserted two fingers.

Her scent as I pushed her toward another release.

All of her.

Every mewl, every smile, every touch, every moment had the power to kill me in the best way possible. I would die a happy man if I was permitted to spend the rest of my life right here on my knees before my exquisite wife.

She swung in the vines, the natural strength of the creepers holding her at the perfect height for me to feast. Withdrawing my fingers, I planted my hands on either of her thighs, pushing her wider apart.

She cried out as the vines pulled while I pushed, spreading her so I could witness every fold, glisten, and secret. Her head tipped back as I bent my neck and sucked on her clit.

“Fuck, Sully.” She spasmed as I licked my way down to her entrance.

Her taste was a mix of both of us. A blend of prior pleasure and a carnal pledge of our marriage.

“I can’t...I’m-I’m—” Her voice echoed with pain and pleas. “Please, Sully. Let me—”

I drove my tongue deeper into her, my nose buried on her clit, my entire face between her legs.

She didn’t stand a chance.

I drove her up and shoved her over.

She came on my mouth, her orgasm twitching her in the vines, over and over as her body splintered and shattered.

I climbed to my feet before she’d finished, wiping away the slickness on my chin and notching my hips between her legs. My cock stood to full attention as I rubbed myself on her, gathering up her wetness, teasing both of us.

She moaned and struggled to raise her head, slumped and sated in the vines. She blinked with hooded eyes, watching where my cock pleasured both of us. “Sully...”

“Need something else?” I pressed harder, making her swing, bringing her to a stop with my hands on her breasts. The shells and beads draping over her beautiful flesh tried to hide her decency. Grabbing them, I yanked them over her head, allowing them to fall in a shower of discarded jewellery to the deck.

She flinched as a cord broke, scattering its contents and bouncing beads through the slats of the bamboo, disappearing to the forest floor below.

She’d never looked more sublime. Coffee tangled hair all loose around her, her arms spread and bound, her body defying gravity at the perfect height for me to plunge inside. I wondered what position our bodies were in back at Hawksridge Hall. Did I have her on the bed? On the floor? Had our desire caused our tethers to untie, in which case we could be in the fucking corridor by now.

But I didn’t care.

The only thing I cared about was being inside this woman. Again and again and again.

Fisting myself, I pushed her forward, loving the pendulum effect of her trapped and swinging. She bit her bottom lip as her momentum brought her back to me.

Using gravity to do my work, I angled my cock and waited for her to return to me.

Her mouth opened wide as she swung directly onto my cock, sinking me inside her, inserting me to the hilt in one rock.

“Holy shit.” I groaned, my knees locking against the bands of pleasure shooting down my legs.

Eleanor gasped, her chest panting with pure pleasure. “Oh, my God.”

My fingernails dug into her hips, pulling her harder into me, needing to crawl inside her.

And she let me.

She had no choice. This was my true fantasy. Having her completely at my mercy. To take my time with her. To torment. To control. To own.

With my hands on her knees, I pushed her forward, drawing her down my length, leaving glistening desire covering me.

She shuddered as I pushed until she hovered on my tip. Her pussy spread, welcoming me to take her deeper. My breath caught. I couldn’t move as a lashing orgasm spiralled up my legs and throbbed in my balls.

It would be so easy to come. Too easy. But I wanted to drive both of us insane first.