Make Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 5)

“Bras and panties?”

“No. These wrap dresses. Damn. Think you can get a really short leather one for the club?”

Her breath caught. “I can try.” They were going to The Twisted Thorn, the club Tiny belonged to, next weekend. She was nervous and excited. Nobody knew her there. It would be a fresh start.

Tiny kissed up her stomach to her bra-covered breasts. He sucked on her nipples through the lacy cups, nibbling gently. Reaching down, she ran her hands lovingly through his short hair. Leaning up and kissed her. His tongue dominated her as she clung to his shoulders for dear life. It amazed her how her need for him never waned. Hell, if anything, it grew more every day.

He flipped her over and pulled the dress off her arms, flinging it away. He quickly flicked the catch on her bra. Turning her onto her back, he slowly pulled of her bra, kissing each inch as it was revealed. Moving down to her panties, he did the same, going so slowly she almost screamed with frustration.

“I always seem to be naked while you’re dressed, Sir.”

“Complaining?” He raised one eyebrow.

“Hell no.”

Climbing from the bed, he stripped quickly then picked something off the floor. When he stood, she saw he held the tie from her dress in his hands.

“Handy.” He grinned, and she shivered with anticipation.

Oh, heaven help her.

“Hands together.”

She held them up, and he tied her wrists together. He slipped a finger between the tie and her wrists, making certain it wasn’t too tight. Then he placed her hands above her head.

“Keep them there.”

Moving to the chest at the foot of the bed where he kept all his toys, he rummaged around for a moment before returning with a Wartenberg wheel in one hand, a blindfold in the other.

“Ready for this?”

She had never let another Dom blindfold her while she was bound. She’d never trusted anyone enough to let them have that much control over her. But she trusted Tiny totally.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Instead, anticipation strummed through her veins.

He ran the wheel started across her stomach. It was light, almost ticklish. Then he pressed down slightly harder, and it became more of a pleasure-pain. But behind the slight pinch, something silken followed. What was he using? A scarf? The dual sensation made her shiver with pleasure. Then he moved up over her right breast, lightening the pressure. She let out a small whimper as the wheel passed over her nipple. As soon as it had passed, Tiny placed his mouth over the nub, sucking lightly.

Her other nipple received the same treatment. She cried out as her clit throbbed. He ran the wheel down one arm then up the other.

“Spread your legs.”

Oh, crap.

But she parted her legs. He ran the wheel over her foot, and she giggled while trying not to move. Up her leg the spikes ran, followed by the feel of silk. As he grew closer to her mound, she tensed slightly. But he merely moved from the top of one thigh to the other.

By the time he reached the bottom of her other foot, she was in sensory overload, her skin so tender she wasn’t certain she wanted to continue on.

The lips of her pussy were parted, and his mouth engulfed her clit. He thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and she nearly came there and then.

Have mercy.

He flicked her clit with his tongue as he drew his two fingers out of her passage. Dropping a finger down to her ass, he circled her puckered entrance.

She whimpered as he entered her back passage, pressing deep. A second finger joined the first.