A helpless breath escaped me. ‘Henry… please?’
His nostrils flared as my plea hit him, the word stroking something inside him that made me squirm. Those thick hands grazed over my spread thighs, massaging me higher and higher, pressing the hem of my dress nearly to my hips.
My pulse danced, and I clutched at a ribbon to my left,
Henry noticed.
He picked up one strand and ran it through his fingers, the red satin catching the light.
The ribbon cinched tightly against my skin as he wrapped it around my wrists, a physical reminder that Henry was taking control.
Something I didn’t find nearly as troubling as I’d imagined. I relaxed into my silken bonds as he pressed my hands up above my head and held them there, his body flush with mine. His hard cock ground against my tights, sending threads of pleasure darting up my spine.
‘God, you’re so fucking perfect,’ he breathed, his lips brushing my throat.
His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my jaw, his lips so soft. I arched against him, craving more pressure from his hardness.
My eyes fluttered shut.
‘You hold so much together every day, let me be the place you come apart.’
Grabbing a pair of scissors, he cut the crotch of my tights, before ripping them apart, exposing my skin and the scrap of lace before. I let out a yelp, but soon forgave the destruction when his hand slid down past my panties, those thick fingers finding my heat and circling it. I quaked on the table, but had no give, sandwiched between the wood and his solid body. Not that there was anywhere else I wanted to be.
I shifted, against his hand, my breath catching as he sank two fingers inside me, his teeth nipping at my throat. The sharp nip made me tense around his fingers, and the heady mix of pleasure and pain sent any remaining thoughts scattering. Henry's low sound of approval hummed against my throat.
'There it is,' he whispered. 'You don't have to pretend with me, Amanda. I see you, baby.’
'Henry…' I whimpered as he curled his fingers, my back arching off the table.
‘Not yet,’ he demanded, his mouth soothing the place where he’d bitten. ‘I want you to ask.’
My cheeks burned.
‘I can’t.’
‘Oh, but you can. And you’ll come all the harder for submitting. But first, I want to see you moan.’
Then his fingers moved back up to my clit, where he redoubled his efforts. Tension coiled low in my stomach until he sank his teeth into my throat again. I bit down to catch a cry, my nerves feeling ready to snap as he toyed with me.
‘Oh, Amanda. Look how beautifully you react. And these marks. My marks. They suit you so well.’
‘More,’ I begged, my world narrowing to his sharp teeth, sweet tongue and taunting fingers. I didn’t care who heard or who knew; I’d have done anything Henry demanded of me in that moment.
I trembled beneath his touch, his fingers alternating between deep thrusts inside me and tender circling of my clit. When he added a third finger, stretching me deliciously, I nearly came on the spot. But he held me there, right on the edge as I whimpered and moaned.
‘Please, Henry. Please let me come.’
‘What was that?’ he teased, lips brushing my collarbone. ‘I didn't quite hear you.'
‘Please, ’ I whispered through stutttering breaths. ‘I need?—’
Henry didn’t hold back. He slid his thumb over my clit while his other fingers fucked me mercilessly.
‘That’s it, Princess, give in for me.’
And when he sank his teeth into my throat once more, I did. The ribbons tightened around my wrists as fireworks exploded behind my eyes, pain and pleasure twisting up inside me untilit swallowed me up completely. When my moans increased, he moved to my mouth, kissing me with fervour as he swallowed my noise. And for a few blissful moments, nothing else in the world mattered but the exquisite sensations Henry wrought within me.
It wasn't until I finally dropped back against the counter, all unsteady breath and jellied limbs, that Henry cupped my face, his eyes dark but soft.
