My hips did their best to rise off the bench, but I was bound so tight I couldn’t move more than half an inch.
My breasts and clit throbbed in time with my heartbeat, and trembles that would soon become tremors, and then an earthquake rippled inside.
Something cold and shocking touched my clit. I gasped and tried to wrench away, but it was pointless to even try.
James chuckled. “Going somewhere, pet?”
I bit my lip and moaned. No matter how much I tried to escape, I couldn’t.
Droplets of water trickled between my thighs. Ice. He circled the cube clockwise and counterclockwise around my clit. The circles getting smaller and tighter with each rotation.
When the ice had fully melted, he found more and slid several cubes into my channel. A harsh sob fell from my lips, and I clamped down. Icy water dripped down the cleft of my ass, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
I then felt something warm and wet. His mouth. His lips closed over my pulsing clit, and I did my best to push against him. Moving lower, he stabbed the tip of his stiff tongue into my pussy.
Exasperating tension grew inside me with every repetition of his tongue.
He stopped, leaving me bereft, and I sensed him standing.
My ass was being lifted higher. Was he getting ready to finally fuck me? I was more than ready. I craved his cock deep inside my vagina. My orgasm was so, so close.
His fingers circled around my entrance, and as if he had all the time in the world, he worked them in and out. My inner muscles grasped his fingers, trying to keep them inside. My pussy vibrated, and my nipples buzzed. Time seemed to have no meaning, and he played with me for what seemed like an eternity. Whenever he sensed my orgasm was near, he would pull back, not allowing me to come.
The sound of the pleasure happening all around me heightened my excitement—every crack of a whip, every sound of skin hitting off skin, every cry of ecstasy.
With his fingers still deep in my pussy, he leaned over my body until our lips were millimeters apart. Heated blood bubbled through my veins. My clit and pussy were desperate for his cock, and my nipples begged for his lips, his teeth, and his tongue.
“Are you ready?” He brushed kisses along my cheeks, lips, and throat.
My breath and heart hitched. “More than ready, sir.” My voice came out low and raspy.
He ripped the blindfold off. “I want you to see this, pet. I want you to see me when I fuck you.” The desire I found in his eyes melted me.
I loved him.
There was no doubt in my mind.
He wrapped a hand around his cock and lined himself up. Slower than I’d expected, he pressed in. A moan puffed from my lips, and my walls surrounded his dick, welcoming him in. I almost climaxed, but I held back.
He curled his hands around my hips, his fingertips digging in. “I like having you all tied up, pet.” He thrust deep. “I like having you helpless.” He withdrew. “I like knowing I can do anything to your pussy, and you won’t be able to stop me.” He thrust deep again, and again, and again. “You’re so fucking wet and so fucking hot.”
My moans turned husky, deep, impatient. “Please let me come, sir.” My stomach and thighs quivered, and my muscles ached with the effort of holding back.
“Soon.”
He stroked his rock-hard shaft in and out. Ripples and tremors and goosebumps washed over every inch of my skin. “Faster, sir. Harder. Please. I can’t…”
He was killing me.
I was going to die.
He didn’t pick up speed. He didn’t go faster, and he didn’t go harder.
“I hate you,” I cried out. “This isn’t fair.”
“This is your fantasy, pet. We’re going to see it through.”
I wanted to hold him. I wanted to dig my nails into him. I wanted his chest to brush against mine.
“Now.” He flicked his fingers over my clit, and I shattered. His balls slapped against me, and my spasming channel sucked his cock to my depths.
His body stiffened, and I felt him explode. Felt every jet of his spurting come fill me up.
When we were both spent, James eased out, both of us still gasping and panting.
“Take a deep breath, pet.” I hauled in a breath, and he released the clamps, gently massaging each nipple to ease the stinging blood rush.
He then tore off the cuffs and released my arms and legs, kissing every inch of skin as he did.
When I was free, he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his lips against mine.
“Merry Christmas, pet.”
“Merry Christmas, sir.”Chapter Nineteen - JamesChristmas Eve wasn’t going the way I’d planned. Probably because the bastard Daniel had demanded we go to court. His lawyers assured him if the proceedings went to trial, he wouldn’t have to give any money away. Fucking amateurs.