Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

I drop my head back on the bed and close my eyes. I’m drenched in sweat as I breathe out for the hundredth time on a heavy whisper, “You do, Nick. You own my orgasms.”

“That's right, baby, and I don’t suspect you’ll forget that anytime soon, will you?”

“Never. I will never forget who owns me.” I’m actually glad for the reprieve; I’m able to catch my breath. This must be what it feels like in between contractions during labor. My body is spent, and it falls listless and floaty the second all of the intense stimulation ceases.

Keeping my eyes closed, I’m too exhausted to open them. I’m so tired that the short sixty-second reprieve he gives me feels like a ten-minute break.

He clicks the vibrator back on again, the familiar buzzing sound I hate yet love echoing throughout the room. Oh, God, here we go again. I’m so overly sensitive I scream on contact. I’m absurdly wet, not needing any more lube as he slides the phallic-looking vibrator past my swollen folds, stretching and filling me with exquisite sensations. He begins pumping in a rhythm that makes me move my hips in tandem as I seek to gain more of everything he’s doing to me. Surrendering myself to the wild indulgence, I still can’t seem to get enough, even though I’ve definitely had enough. My sexual appetite is unquenchable. He’s been relentless with his instruments of penance, fucking me with them for what feels like hours.

My breathing picks up again, and I feel beads of sweat rolling off my forehead as he stays on task. In a delirium, my back arches off the bed as he holds the vibrating device directly on my clit, pressing it there without mercy.

My voice hoarse by now, my screams become raspy as I voice my pleasure. “Oh…God…Nick…please don’t stop…please,” I cry out, and he moves the vibrator away from my clit.

“How bad do you want it, Princess? Are you about to explode for me?”

“Nick!” I wail. “Please!” I’m desperate and he knows it. He chuckles over me, enjoying this torturous display.

“Oh, God…” I moan in frustration.

His gaze penetrates mine, burning a hole of molten passion through me as he declares, “God’s not the one who is going to make you come; I am. I want to hear you scream out my name.”

“Nick,” I breathe out his name as if my life depends on it while pleading silently with panicked eyes. He rewards me by moving the vibrator back over my sensitive nub. With the force of a lightning bolt, electrical shockwaves shoot through my body, making my toes curl.

I do as Nick says and scream out his name. Another orgasm ripping through me only to leave me breathless and weak. My arms and legs are tired from pulling on the restraints.

I roll my head to the side and see through half-lidded eyes that Nick has decided to take another break. Thank God. I watch as he reaches for the decanter of liquor and slowly unscrews the lid. As he pours himself a small glass, I check out his perfect ass in his pinstripe pleated dress pants from behind. His broad shoulders are wrapped in fine fabric, and his cuffs are rolled at the sleeves. He’s so damn enigmatic, and how he can go this long without stripping bare and getting down to business is beyond my comprehension.

When he’s finished pouring his glass, he turns around, and my heart pounds at the sight of his beauty. He leans against the bar as he takes a sip of his drink, and as he does, my gaze travels down from his broad shoulders to the sexy bulge straining against his neatly pressed pants. I want to touch it. I want to feel the weight of his balls in the palms of my hands. You would think I would be sated with all these orgasms, but I’m not. Nothing can replace the feel of a man’s warm touch, a man’s hot kiss, or a man’s hard dick.

Nick catches me staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and his mouth quirks up in a half-smirk as he purposely adjusts himself. God, he’s so damn sexy I can’t stand it. I lick my lips slowly with a sultry dance as desire runs back through me. I want those lips on every inch of my skin. The liquor must go down rough, because he makes a noise at the back of his throat as if it burns him.

“God, that’s so sexy.” I suppose everything is sexy to me at this moment.

His rich baritone voice caresses over me. “What is so…sexy?”

“When you do that. Take a stiff drink that only a man can swallow, and then make that rough growl at the back of your throat.”

“Is it now?” He arches a brow as he takes another sip, staring at me with an intense heat.