Sunday Snog ~Play to Him by Wendi Zwaduk

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This week’s snog comes from Play to Him. I love stories that involve music and this one was no exception. I got to revisit the characters from Savin’ Me and that was fun, too. This was a great world to visit.

Play to Him by Wendi Zwaduk 1905-180x288

From the Bound to the Billionaire Anthology

Totally Bound

Contemporary, BDSM, M/F, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Bondage

Short Story

The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.

 Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/play-to-him?author_id=125

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ASNL6PM/

AllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-playtohim-1031637-147.html

And now for that snog!!!

Rhiannon spread her feet apart. “Take me, Sir.”

“Not yet.” He swatted her bottom again, this time a little harder than the first. “Can’t give in to you too soon.” Sebastian led her to the far side of the room where he kept the bed. He clicked the button to release her cuffs, then moved her hands over her head. “Grab the post.” When she did as told, he folded his arms. “Hmm. How do I want you?”

So many possibilities. He propped her foot on the footboard. “Stay.” The position left her open to his perusal. “I like these.” He squeezed the elastic of the thong. “But it’s in the way.” In one yank, he tore the fabric. “Better.”

Sebastian dropped to his knees. He kissed along her inner thigh, stopping just before her pussy. “Do you want me here?” He blew cool air over her clit. “Right here?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She trembled. “Please, Sir.”

Sweet music to his ears, her begging. He opened her cunt to his inspection and licked the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy. Her juices slicked her inner thigh. Sebastian lapped at her, savouring the taste of her excitement and submission.

“Sir.” She panted and rocked her hips. “Close, Sir.”

“No.” As quickly as he started licking her, he stopped and stood. He moved her arms to her sides. “On the bed.”

Rhiannon stretched out on the mattress, opening her legs to him. She planted her feet on the bed and her hands above her head.

“Good, Kitten.” He pressed the button to magnetise the cuffs, then tossed the remote beside her. “I have one more thing for you.” Well, two, but he’d save the other for a little later. Sebastian retrieved the anal plug from the bureau. “Remember this?”

She nodded.

“It’s not going in your ass. Not this time.” He held the polished glass in front of her. “Lick and get it nice and wet. It’s clean. I won’t put you in danger.”

Rhiannon opened her mouth and greedily sucked on the toy, coating it in her saliva. He kept eye contact with her and eased the plug into her pussy.

Her eyelids fluttered and she puffed out a breath as he seated the toy deep in her body. He tugged the chain between her breasts twice. “Like that?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” She tipped her head back. “So good.”

“Then this,” he withdrew a bottle of lube from the bedside table, “will make it the best.” He rested the bottle on her stomach, then opened the fly of his jeans. Sebastian yanked his shirt up over his head and aimed the garment towards the floor. He stepped out of his pants and stroked himself. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir.” No hesitation. “Always you.

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