Blackwater 3 - Breaking Brodix by Anne Rainey Page A

carefully as possible, Brodix slid his hands beneath her and turned her to her belly. He arranged her legs, spreading them open until he could see the wet softness of her pussy. Next, he quickly untied her hands and brought them above her head, then wrapped the soft belt around her wrists once more. His cock thickened at the lovely sight of having her all stretched out before him. “Are your arms okay? Not too tight?”
    “No, it’s fine.”
    Brodix looked at her lying in the center of the rumpled bed, the soft morning sun filtering in from the sheer curtains, her luscious body and plump bottom mere inches away from his eager fingers and cock. He grabbed a pillow and slid it beneath her until her ass was raised in the air. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Sarah.”
    She turned her head. “Thanks, but I feel very…exposed right now.”
    He pushed her hair off her face and kissed her cheek. “I like it,” he said as he moved off the bed. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”
    “Please hurry,” she said, a hint of desperation in her tone. “I’m losing my nerve fast here.”
    He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked her intimately. “I’m going to make you feel so damn good.” He strode from the room and quickly retrieved a bottle of oil from his bathroom cabinet. Without wasting another second, Brodix left the bathroom and resumed his position between Sarah’s silky thighs. When he popped the top of the bottle, he watched her expression for signs of fear. After he poured a small amount into his palm, Brodix smoothed his hands together to warm the slippery liquid. Sarah’s breathing increased, and she stiffened. He touched her shoulders, moving his hands in little circles, massaging and soothing her. When he spotted her neck, Brodix rubbed the elegant column. “Feel good?”
    “God, yes,” she moaned. “Heavenly.”
    “Good. Just relax for me, sweetheart.” As he skated his palms upward to her arms, then over her bound wrists, he could feel the quickened hum of her pulse beating out a rapid tattoo. He massaged the oil into the delicate skin there, easing the restraint a little so her arms weren’t pulled quite so tight. Once Brodix was satisfied he’d made her as comfortable as possible, he poured more oil into his palms and touched her spine. He took the utmost care in massaging each vertebra, feeling her muscles relax beneath his touch. He leaned down and kissed a spot he’d already massaged.
    “Sexy,” he murmured. “And all mine.”
    “Brodix,” she mumbled as if half asleep.
    When he trailed his fingers over her lower back to the small indentations above her ass, he said, “This ass needs fucked, Sarah.” His slick fingers slid between her ass cheeks then. He circled the tight hole, over and over again, making certain she was completely slick with the oil before he slipped his index finger into her a single inch. Her body, once so pliant, was now strung as tight as a bow.
    “Oh God, that feels…”
    She didn’t finish the sentence, but Brodix didn’t need her to. “It feels forbidden,” he answered for her. She mumbled something he couldn’t quite make out. Brodix leaned over her and whispered, “Every inch of my cock, Sarah. I’m going to love you so damn good. And when I come inside you, right here,” he wiggled his finger for emphasis, “in this tight little ass where no man has ever touched you, it’s going to be paradise.”
    “You make me crazy. I need you so much, please don’t make me wait any longer,” she cried out, her passion equaling his.
    “Two fingers, sweetheart,” he explained. “You need to be ready.” Brodix slid two fingers in, and Sarah moaned. She spread her legs a little more and pushed back against his fingers, forcing them in clear to the knuckle.
    “Ah, that’s my girl,” he ground out. Brodix’s body was on fire, and his dick ached for release. He couldn’t wait another second to be inside Sarah.
    He reached for the bottle of oil once more and