Taking Care Of Leah by Charlotte Howard

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    Climbing on the bed, he leaned over, knees on either side of her hips, hands by her head, holding all his weight. The kiss he gave her was deep and passionate, his tongue tasting all of her. Lifting his head away, he looked into her eyes.
    “I’m going to assume you’ve never used a safe word.”
    Leah shook her head, unable to find her voice, feeling as if it had been sucked out of her.
    “You need one,” he said, kissing each cheek, moving to the hollow of her collarbone. “Choose something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.” His lips were in the center of her cleavage, giving gentle licks before moving from one nipple to the other. Hard sucks sent electric shocks straight down her core. She arched into him, and the ribbons cut into her wrists and ankles as she strained against them.
    “Detention,” she exhaled on a hot breath.
    Ty lifted his head and smirked. “Gotcha,” he said, crushing his mouth onto hers, possessing her, owning her, claiming her as his.
    “I’m not sure I can do this.” Her voice caught in her throat.
    “Then use your safe word. That’s what it’s for.” He leaned over her, his face inches from her, waiting for her to say it. When she didn’t, he moved down her body and pressed two fingers into her, resting his palm over her burning clit. Everything in her tightened, and the muscles in her legs became rigid as the need to explode around his hand took over.
    “Not yet,” he said forcefully, keeping his hand still. “Shit, you are so fucking wet…” Keeping his hand in place, he shifted so his head was between her legs. He nuzzled her, kissing around his hand, licking at her inner thighs almost affectionately.
    She tried to rotate her hips into him, close herself around him, but the restraints kept her in place. A low moan of frustration reverberated through her as he removed his fingers, leaving her bared and unable to protect her dignity.
    “Careful,” he soothed, his lips pressed against her left foot. “You’ll hurt yourself.” She felt him slip his fingers between the ribbon and her ankle. She heard the buzz of the vibrator before she felt it. He used his fingers to part her labia, teasing her in the same way he had before he’d tied her down. Her nerves began to fray. The safe word she’d chosen danced on the edge of her tongue, but she swallowed it down.
    A heavy breath escaped her, but whatever word she was trying to say was an incoherent gasp. He thrust the toy forward, filling her entirely. Her walls tightened around it, her buttocks clenching and lifting off the bed. Ty used the movement, sliding his hand beneath her and squeezing her cheeks. The tips of his fingers tickled the cleft of her bum, teasing her with an unspoken warning. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
    He’d found a rhythm that pleased him, removing the toy almost completely before driving it back, letting the metal beads work their magic, twisting inside her, hitting spots she hadn’t even known existed.
    Her climax was blinding. She screwed her eyes closed, gritted her teeth and let the muscles in her legs and arms fall into their natural spasm. Her pussy was tight around the toy, clamping it in place. Perspiration broke on her skin. A droplet rested on her lip and she licked it away. Any apprehension dissipated.
    He waited until she’d relaxed before removing the vibrator and placing his hand over her entrance, cupping her, his fingers drifting over her perineum. Leah bit her lip and shook her head, refusing to open her eyes.
    “Use the safe word if you have to,” he reminded her, kissing her navel, his tongue dipping in and out of her belly button. His mouth was over her, tasting her orgasm. His fingers crept into the crevice of her buttocks.
    “I can’t…” she said on a breath, but he didn’t stop, trailing her juices down to her anus, smearing them around. His forefinger teased her, circling her. With slow movements, he edged forward, his tongue