Chapter 279 - § HER LEASH §

CHAPTER 025 (D)

"You can hold me," she uttered in between their kisses. Lyndon was immersed, he could not break free from the enchantment she bound him with. He obeyed her, his hands uplift held her waist. She is thin, she feels fragile too, are all women this little? He subconsciously thought as his hands were looking big to her slender waist. 

While he was gawking his eyes at her body, she sat on his lap, wrapped her legs to his torso. Lowering her vision, they made eye contact. Too close, she is warm, Lyndon's voice muttered. He was still holding her. "Kiss me, like how I kissed you." She commanded, Lyndon's mind was starting to function. He was grasping the situation.

She was telling him what to do, and he was heeding her like an obedient puppy. He wanted to revolt, how did she do that? 

"Aren't you going to kiss me? Did you not learn? Are you that stupid?" Her voice echoed in mockery, but still, she sounded appealing and he was lured. 

Don't you obey her, moron! Take the fucking lead! There was the voice again, telling him to stop obeying this woman but found himself leaning to her face. Before he knew it, he was kissing her. 

Lyndon reveled in as he dominated her mouth, tongue twisted, he drank her saliva. His one hand deserted her waist, and placed it behind her head, slipped into her silky hair, pushing her for further intimacy. Her head was smaller than her body, he groaned as the thought crept to him. She is so small, can she take me? He gasped, something was happening to his body, he was hot, he took off his shirt but his skin was burning. His stomach was aching… his manhood was erecting. 

Her hands were against his chest, she tilted her head, and began fighting him for supremacy. She uncoiled her legs on his pelvic and thrust her femininity to his boner, Lyndon lost the battle, he broke the kiss as soon as he felt her softness mashed on his hardened cock. "Yanarym," he stuttered, he returned his grasp over her waist, pulled it down to her hips, and pressed her down, to feel her more. 

"You're so hard," she said and wiggled her hips. His eyes darkened in lust, he was febrile, fervor. His lips parted in astonishment and gritted his teeth before inhaling nattily. "Do you like that too?" She stopped moving, emptiness immediately replaced the bliss engulfing him. "You made me wet," she whispered, "but if you don't like it, I could stop." Her fingers skimmed his chest to his abdomen, she was teasing him. 

He was aiming to swear profanity at her face. He felt like she was toying him, and knew she was indeed playing with him. But instead of getting furious, or propelling her to make the travesty end. "Don't stop," he pleaded breathlessly. His mind was revolting yet his body was complying, torn in judgment, he could not escape from the hunger and thirst for her. He was dying to have their skin touched, their mouths colliding, and bodies intertwined. He wanted to devour her. "Don't stop," he swallowed, his throat was dry. 

"You want it?" 

"Yes."

"Be courteous."

"Please," there was that grin again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and did not give him enough time to argue with his mind. Her hips squirmed, repossessing the ecstasy Lyndon felt from his cock as he pushed her down. "That's great, Yanarym, kiss me too." He didn't know what he was saying, he didn't want to be desperate but he could hear himself. "Kiss me, please." It was a beseeching plea for her to make him feel more of her. 

She stopped moving her hips and he felt lost without feeling her body. She looked at him, she looked so satisfied. "Why am I doing all the work? You can kiss me if you want it, Lyndon…" the affirmation was like the shackle from his limbs were shattered. Like he woke up from being a compliant pup to a savage wolf. 

That is right, I can do what I want with her, he surmised. Why am I so submissive earlier? I will wipe that grin on your pretty face. He briskly laid her body to the bed. He pressed their genitals closed and moved his hips to feel her. And kissed her, he remembered the way she kissed him and executed it to her. She returned the intensity, her fingers grasped his hair, pulling it harshly. Yet, it didn't hurt him instead it encouraged him to be more lascivious in sucking her tongue.

Soon enough his mouth was on her neck, giving her frisk bites and suction. It was most convenient that she was wearing a strapped dress. He effortlessly slid down the strap on her shoulder and her top appeared naked in front of him. His lips lunged at her right breast, breathing heavily and he could feel the rise of her chest, as soon as his teeth grazed her obscene erected tits. Her moan chirped in his ears that enthralled him. His arms coiled to her torso preventing her from swiveling so he could keep his focus on her nipple. 

"K-kraig, that feels g-good…" both of them froze. 

He ceased romancing her bosom and furrowed his brows. He didn't let go of her body but he managed to meet her eyes. "I didn't mean to… say his name. It was that...he did to me what you were doing too." Her breathing was heavy as so as he, each time she exhaled he could feel her warmth on his skin. 

He loosed his clutched over her and raised his body, cornered her head between his biceps so she couldn't move, with no words he lavished her lips. But when she didn't kiss him back he halted and gazed at her grimly. 

He may not be jealous of her speaking some other man's name but his ego was dejected. "Stop thinking about him, I don't mind when you moan his name so forget it now." 

"Okay," 

"Kiss me," she heeded his command and reached for his lips, he tilted his head to give her access. Their tongues met and licked one another, he stooped low and locked their lips to completely take her. She wasn't backing down and would return his appetite. It didn't take long for him to get back to immersing himself in the sensation. He forgot the fact she mentioned Kraig. The way she kissed him was arousing his pride as a man. "Say my name," he ordered her in the middle of their kiss, which made her smile. He saw that charming grin directed at him. "What is that smile for?" 

Strangely, her pompous grin was not as irritating as he thought. It appeared to be captivating. "I thought you don't mind? You sound jealous?" Lyndon paused, he sounded jealous? Is she dreaming? Why would I be jealous? 

Out of annoyance, he bit her nose until she whimpered in pain. When Lyndon looked at her face, the smug expression changed to almost crying. "I was just glad that you were acting jealous, do you have to hurt me?" She whined and was about to touch it to see if she was bleeding but Lyndon snatched both of her hands and trapped them in one hand. 

"If you keep on irritating me, I will stop and leave you here." He said in a dry tone but he knew he couldn't stop now. He bluffed to scare her so she quit on thinking silly thoughts. He licked her nose first where his bite marks were carved in her skin to heal her. 

"I'm sorry," she murmured and he creased his brows in response. 

"That's not my name," he said to her darkly, she blinked her eyes and Lyndon saw how her lips curled into a smile. Though he was annoyed he couldn't help but admire her charming beauty. "Yanarym, say my name." 

"Lyndon," she called him under her hoarse voice and stuck her tongue out to lick his upper lips. Lyndon was stupefied, that was… so sensual. He found it sexy and very arousing. 

He gulped and gaped at her luscious lips, hiding the naughty tongue, it stimulated his thirst for her. "You hate it when I say your name—but you want to hear it now? Because you're jealous of Kraig, is that it?" She mumbled and smiled sweetly. 

Lyndon shifted his eyes from her lips to her eyes. "Don't say that bastard's name." 

"I thought it's okay to say Kraig's na—" he abruptly tilted his head and forced his tongue to her mouth. "Ahmm…" 

He created distance to their mouth when he gasped for air. She looked at his dark, smokey, and engrossed eyes. His voice deepened, "I don't like to hear his name from your mouth if I don't allow you to say so," she smiled widely. Her leash… she can see it. 

"But Kraig—"

"Yanarym!" He roared and she couldn't contain the excitement.. My goal is achieved, I have you now, Lyndon.