The New Rakes by Nikki Magennis

licked her lips and strained at the silky bonds that kept her powerless and frustrated. If she wanted this man, it was clear she was going to have to find a way to take him. And if she had to get round his tangled past to do it, she’d find a way.
    With her arms tied and her pulled-down skirt hobbling her, she sank to the floor. The carpet was soft and her knees sank into it as she shuffled over to him, feeling ridiculous but ready to crawl if she had to. When she reached Mike, she butted her cheek against his cock, nuzzled against his thigh and tried to bury her face in his coarse bush of hair. She struggled against him blindly, darting her tongue out to lick the hot salt of his skin.
    ‘Bobbing for apples, are you?’ he asked, laughing softly at her while he continued to jack away at himself. But when Kara keened with frustration, he relented and slowed his movements, cupped the back of her head and moved his cock into her mouth. She sucked on it gratefully, feeling the full roundness of his head and the tight hard length curling into her cheek. ‘That’s it,’ he said softly, angling his hips to move deeper.
    Kara jammed as much of him as she could into her mouth, pulling back slowly and then surging forwards to hear him sigh as he pressed hard against the roof of her mouth. She worked at his root hard, dragging her teeth over the lip of his foreskin and closing her lips tightly around his girth, holding him hard and sucking relentlessly. Spit welled in her mouth and ran down her chin, but she kept going, listening with pleasure as she heard Mike’s gasps come faster.
    When he clutched at her, she knew he was losing control. With every grunt he made, every moan she drew from his lips, she felt stronger. At last, when his hips locked rigid and his skin swarmed against her lips, she pulled away.
    ‘Fuck me,’ she said, breathing hard.
    Mike didn’t answer, but took hold of her shoulders. He lowered her slowly, folding her over so that she rocked back on her heels, supporting herself with her bound fists. Automatically, her legs spread wider, and she gasped. She felt like she was falling backwards. Her hips curved so that her pubis stuck forwards. Her head was tilted back and she couldn’t move, and for a moment she struggled.
    Then Mike’s mouth was on her, licking full lazy strokes across her clit and lips, his tongue running nimbly into the fold of her thigh. She didn’t need much stimulation. One more hard fabulous suck of her clit and he was going to make her come.
    When he drew away, she was left hanging in awful space for a long moment, bereft. She heard the crinkle of foil as he tore the wrapper from a condom and she balanced dizzily on the edge, waiting.
    Two heartbeats and his cock was at her slit, surging inside her at last and rising deep, right up to the hilt. Jesus, she thought. She was angled so that his cock pressed hard against her sweet spot and, as they rocked in and out of each other, even with the ache in her wrists and the pain in her thigh muscles, she felt the orgasm start to blossom between them.
    ‘Say my name,’ she said.
    When he didn’t answer, she curled her head up to look at him. Their eyes locked. ‘Say my name,’ she repeated, insistent, holding herself still, trapping his hips between her thighs so that he couldn’t move.
    ‘Kara,’ he said at last, pushing into her with a deep driving stroke. ‘Kara.’
    At the same moment, they tipped over the brink.
    Her orgasm nearly broke her. It crackled and hummed up her thighs and wrapped itself round her arse, broke deep in her pussy where his cock was squeezing, shot out through her arms and rose up, until she was blind and deaf and dumb, rigid with the force of it.
    Mike clutched at her waist as he fell forwards, coming soundlessly, mouth open, eyes screwed shut. Shocks rippled across Kara’s body and she rocked against him, bumping like a boat hitting the harbour wall, waves rising and falling and pulling the ropes tight