“My girl will go to sleep tonight a very happy girl, but youwillsay yellow or red if you need to. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if I ask for a color and you’re fine, say green.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And I want your eyes on me.” His fingers traveled to my left nipple and lightly grazed it, making me squirm. “Not tonight,” he said, “but probably before we leave we’ll experiment with nipple clamps.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Not the meanest ones.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He teased my nipple, gently rolling it between his fingers, tugging on it, working me into a frenzy before moving to my right nipple and repeating the treatment.
I wasn’t used to this, to maintaining eye contact so close, so long, sointimately.
He watched me closely, no doubt mentally compiling a detailed list of my every reaction for his future reference.
“They say it’s easy to rewire someone’s brain to crave pain with pleasure,” he softly said. “Would you like to experiment with that?”
My mouth went dry—it did that a lot around him, and I was not a woman used to being at a loss for words. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me and sat up, moving between my legs and pushing them apart and back so he could kneel there. He picked up the paddle and the vibrators and settled in, smiling up at me. “This time, baby, you don’t need permission to come, although you might be begging me to stop coming.”
Ohhhh fuuuudge.
The first slow, long swipe of his tongue up and then along my clit, circling it, lightly flicking it, made me jerk against my bonds because I wanted to grab his head and shove it in there and ride his mouth.
Probably a good thing he tied me up, although if he teased me too long I might pull loose and do just that.
He’d propped pillows under my head so I could watch him and there was a spicy, sadistic glee painted across his features when I whined and squirmed.
“Oh, we’ll be here for a while, baby,” he said, his breath warm against my clit. “I’ve been dreaming of doing this to you.”
Shiiiiiiitttttt!
Whatever it was he was doing to me, it slammed into my brain that I’dtrulyhit the lotto. I’d never had a guy go down on me so thoroughly, like he savored it, drawing it out. Joe had been decent at it but even I could tell it was more a means to an end for him, not something he reallywantedto do, but felt obligated to.
Not Jack. The only bad thing about his technique was how spookily he’d tuned in to my body’s responses and kept me at just enough of a simmer I couldn’t get over.
Over and over again.
I think I started speaking in tongues at one point. It hadn’t even registered that he’d started lightly swatting the outsides of my thighs, first one, then the other, back and forth, pleasantly stingy in the way it feels good to scratch an itch.
And every time he started coaxing me back up that hill again, the swats increased in strength, making the pleasure that muchmore.
Still, he stopped, backing me down, until I begged, twisting my hips trying to maintain contact with that perfect fucking mouth of his even as he continued swatting me with the paddle. I was near tears, desperate, when he sat up and pushed mylegs up and back, pinning them against my chest with his left arm. I couldn’t see what he was doing but he watched my face intently?—
And then the universeexploded.
Later, I learned it was the clit sucker. But I hoped the rooms really were soundproofed or they might think he was murdering me.
Note to self, might need to buy a ball-gag so Lilah didn’t strangle us.
I struggled and twisted as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted me, all while he smacked the backs of my thighs and my ass. His weight pressed me into the mattress and he relentlessly smiled down at me as I came and came and came.
“Good girl,” he said just as I was about to call yellow, but it was like those two words energized me, flipping everything around in my body as I whined and whimpered and found myself trying to angle my ass so he could have a better target.
Because…yeah.
