“Very pretty, you’re all pink and wet. Do you like your nipple clamps?”
Her cheeks went bright red. Still blushing after everything they’d done together? He grinned and tossed the ticker and wheel away, sliding two fingers deep inside her pussy to thrust back and forth.
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because I like seeing you in them.” He grabbed the egg and removing his fingers, slid it into her pussy.
She cried out. “Sir?”
“Sh, you’ll like this.” He picked up the remote and turned it on, watched as she shuddered, her hips thrusting up.
“Oh, God!”
He lay on his side next to her. Then he reached out and released the closest nipple clamp. She cried out at the sensation, and he quickly drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Suddenly, she screamed, her back arching as she came.
He licked at her nipple lightly. “Oh, yes, we will definitely be using these in the future.”
Had she just come from having a nipple clamp removed? Holy fuck. Her body was still shuddering with the aftereffects when he removed the other one. She cried out again, her clit throbbing.
Jesus. Jesus.
Her body felt like one giant nerve ending. Whatever he’d been running over her skin, those tiny pin pricks had just sensitized her skin and now every touch felt intense.
“Sir, please, I need you. Please.”
Whatever he’d put inside her just wasn’t enough. She needed more. Needed him. Being blindfolded and bound made her feel very vulnerable but at the same time more secure. She had to trust him. Other than the safety net of her safeword, he was completely in charge. And it allowed her mind to rest in a way it never had before. It also made her hot, needy, and so damn aroused she didn’t know if she would ever be the same again.
“I can’t wait any longer either. I have to have you.”
Thank God.
He kissed his way down her neck, between her breasts before lightly licking each nipple. She shuddered, and he laughed softly.
Jerk.
But the thought was an affectionate one. His weight shifted. Whatever he’d put inside her was turned off and removed. She heard a packet being opened. What was he doing?
“Sh, just putting on a condom, pet.” He ran his hands up her thighs then his mouth dropped to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He drew the lips of her pussy apart with his fingers and lapped at her clit, pressing hard against the underside then running the flat of his tongue over the top. She writhed, her harsh pants filling the room. She cried out as he moved and then he was pressing his shaft inside her. Inch by staggering inch. He was thick and long, and she was tight, especially with the plug in her ass.
He was relentless as he drove himself deep. She wanted to feel him stretching her, taking her. She wanted him.
“Sir, oh, God, Sir. So good.”
“You’re sucking me in. Your pussy is rippling around me. How am I supposed to last when you feel so good?”
He wasn’t. And she knew she wouldn’t be able to either. Finally, he was seated deep, and their deep breaths mingled. Her need was a deep ache inside her. She needed him to move. As if he could hear her, he drew back, then slammed his way forward. She arched her back.
“More, please, Sir!”
He grasped hold of her hips, pulled all the way out then drove himself deep. In and out. He twisted his hips, and she gasped as he seemed to touch new nerve endings. His finger brushed her clit. She clamped down on him. Hard.
“Sir! Sir!”
“I’m not coming until you do, pet,” he told her. His voice was dark. Almost grim. That finger at her clit moved in sure, firm strokes. She could feel herself reaching for that peak. So close. So close.
Then she shattered. Her cry was loud enough to wake the household if his bedroom hadn’t been soundproofed. His own yell drowned out hers as he thrust deep and paused, shuddering against her, his breath coming in hard, fast pants.
She drifted, her whole body sated, satisfied, spent.