I took in a sharp breath as I felt his tongue on me. I gripped the handles on each side of the coffin because I wasn’t ready for how into it he would be or how good it would feel, but holy fucking shit. His tongue eagerly explored, tracing every inch of my pussy and licking up every drop of my wetness like it was his last meal. I gasped when his tongue pushed inside, flicking while it moved in and out. Deeper, faster, going in rhythm to match my increasing moans. I didn’t even realize how loud I was being until I felt him smile against me. He paused and sat back, then gently ran a finger up my slit.
“I guess I can finally play with this.” He flicked the small barbell that adorned the hood of my clit. I let out a small noise at the simple movement. He laughed before doing it again.
“Ari’s gonna be so mad,” I barely managed to say it as he kept playing with the ring, making my legs tremble as I took a deep breath.
“Why is that?” He looked at me curiously.
“She told me I better not be as loud as usual.” I smiled as he laughed.“I guess she’s tired of hearing it.”
He went back without another word, flicking his tongue over the ring before gently sucking. I had to lie back with the way my legs were shaking. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I grabbed the back of his head while he devoured my pussy. At this point I was too far gone to hold anything back—my breathing got heavier as I writhed against the sheets, snatching a handful with one hand and his hair with the other. I was getting louder with each second that passed, my movements less inhibited, my body grinding against his face. I nearly screamed as I approached climax, but then he stopped.
He sat back as my hand slowly released the sheets. I’d been holding so tightly that my palms were starting to bleed. I sat up and licked the blood off, then realized he was watching me.
“What?” I asked shyly.
“You,” he said, smirking as he hopped on the coffin. “You’re not gonna come yet.” He slid me back, making room to join inside. “Not until I say you can.”
He pushed me down and climbed on top, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues met and I smiled as I tasted myself on him. I grabbed his hair, moving to kiss down his neck while his hands caressed my sides. He roughly squeezed my butt and pulled a leg up around his waist. I brought my lips back to his and we continued making out. He was about to take my bra off when he broke away to study me.
“What now?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t say‘you’again.
“Not you.” He sat up, resting his hands on my bare hips.“I was just thinking.”
“What’re you thinking about?” I paused before adding,“You know, you’re not as sadistic as I thought you’d be.”
“That’s actually what I was thinking about.” He chuckled when my eyes widened in excitement.“You didn’t figure out how to read my thoughts. It happens during sex. The link between binds gets even stronger.”
“Huh.” I tilted my head. I guess that makes sense. “So what exactly were you thinking? I couldn’t hear that much.”
“I’m trying to figure out what you can handle.”
“I can handle anything. Why wouldn’t I? I can take pain just fine.”
“It’s not pain. It’s more than that. But I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that. Once again, he’s being a sweetie when I’d least expect it.“I’m not uncomfortable. You already made the whole disclaimer and everything, remember? I’m cool doing whatever you wanna do.”
“I doubt that. I’m into a lot of things. Like fire play. Even if you agreed, I wouldn’t do it because fire freaks you out.”
“I can handle it. But don’t set me on fire.”
“You really think I’d do that?” His eyes danced with amusement.
“Probably not? I hope not.” I propped up on my elbows, thoroughly intrigued.
“Okay. We’ll start small.” He got up and walked partway around the coffin, then shot me a warning look when I started to move. I took it to heart and decided to stay still.“Have you tried bondage before?” he asked from somewhere on the other side. I turned over in excitement, wanting to see what he was getting as soon as possible. He came back a second later and casually held up an armful of chains.
“Yes.” I sat up so fast it felt like I’d barely moved.“Yes, yes, yes!” I held out my wrists.
“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow when I kept nodding. He dumped them on the sheets near my feet.
I picked one up and tugged its ends, trying to see how strong it really was. I already knew they weren’t for him. I could’ve guessed that within the first minute of coming back in here.
“These are great. So much better than handcuffs.”
“I swear you’re the best thing I’ve ever owned.” He laughed as I shot him a dirty look.
“I am not athingand you don’t own me.”
