“Come closer,” he beckoned hoarsely. “Let me lick you.”

“You want a taste?” she teased, the length of the small dildo appearing and disappearing into her tight sheath.

“Yes,” he begged, thirstier than he’d ever been for a woman’s nectar.

She pulled the dildo out of her sex, flashed him a wicked smile, and shoved the sex toy into his mouth.

Grant’s first impulse was to gag, but Isabelle straddled his legs and watched him expectantly, two fingers still holding the bottom edge of her toy.

He could not only taste her in his mouth, he could also smell her intoxicating, musky aroma. It turned him on. With his eyes locked on hers, he sucked on the dildo as she slid it in and out of his mouth. He licked and savored her sweet juices off the warm plastic, more aroused by this kinky act than he’d thought possible. Her eyes lit up in pleasure.

Grant began to think the evening might turn out all right after all, until Isabelle let go of the dildo and moved away but didn't take it out of his mouth. She rifled through the pockets of her coat and pulled out something he didn’t recognize-and then an object that made him sweat.

Grant spat out the toy. “What are you going to do with that?”

He hated the tiny thread of fear that emerged when he spoke, but he couldn’t help it. Especially when she turned with the switchblade cradled in her hand and stared at him.

Then, with a wicked light in her eyes, Isabelle asked, “Are you ready?”

The look of fear on Grant's face pleased Isabelle, as did the bulge in his pants. Poor Grant, warring between so many needs-the two predominant ones being his need to take control and the need to fuck her.

Knowing he would be noisy, she grabbed the leather strap and bit she’d brought along and walked toward him. When he opened his mouth to protest, it was a simple matter to put the wooden bit between his teeth and secure the strap around his head. With his voice muffled, he was capable of only grunts.