“Good.”He swats my ass with an open palm, sending ripples of energy through my skin and muscles.“Lean against the glass,” he commands.
I move to the glass wall, pressing my palms against the cool surface.The height, the exposure, the knowledge that anyone with binoculars could see us doesn’t terrify me.Instead, it exhilarates me.Everything about this moment screams danger and possession.And I love it.
His hands roam across my exposed breasts, and I arch back, hands against the glass, offering myself to him completely.I slide my bound wrists up, pressing my breasts against the cool surface, and the contrast of cold glass against hot skin sends more shivers through me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,álainn,” he whispers through gritted teeth as if the word has escaped his control.
My heartbeats thunder in my ears as our eyes meet in the mirrored facade.
Shelby closes his expression, returning to his role of domineering alpha male.
“Spread your legs.Push your ass up.Keep your eyes on mine in the mirror.”
After I obey all his orders, he kneels behind me, and his mouth finds me again.He eats my pussy like I’m his last meal.He digs his fingers into the flesh on my hips to keep me in place.His tongue is relentless, stroking deep inside me, his teeth teasing me.He moves his hands up to squeeze my breasts as if my reactions to his domination were written in Braille on my skin.Or as if he’s trying to memorize every sensation, every response, every gasp and moan I make.I’m caught between the pleasure building in my core and the exquisite pressure of his lips and fingers.
When I’m right on the edge, about to shatter, he stands.He cuffs my neck, pushing my upper body down as he penetrates me from behind, slowly and methodically.Our position in front of the mirrored doors and windows multiplies our bodies.And I’m surrounded by the evidence of my surrendering.Our eyes meet in the reflection, and I see the same image he does—a woman at his mercy, completely his, and ecstatically happy.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he says, his voice rough as he begins to move.
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he chuckles as he pulls almost all the way out, then slides back in with deliberate slowness.“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
After a couple more infuriatingly slow thrusts, Shelby pauses.My pussy grips his length, but he pulls out of me,
“Please, don’t stop,” I beg in a whisper as my body screams for more.
He kisses my shoulder, unties my hands, and swats my ass.His voice is dark with promise.“I’m only just starting.”As he strolls to the little pile of trinkets he brought out earlier, Shelby orders, “Go back to the couch.Kneel on it.”
I scurry to do as I’m told, but my eyes follow him.He pulls a set of delicate butterfly clamps from the top of the pile.The thin metal chains clink as he returns to me.He leans down to press his lips to my nipple, pulling it into his mouth.His teeth sink around it as he flicks it with his tongue.
“Fuck!Shelby!”I grab his shoulders and throw my head back, moaning incoherent words as he sucks me.
He straightens up and attaches one clamp to the nipple he’s just worshipped.He does the same to my other nipple.The slight bite of pressure from the clamps sends electricity through my system.
“There’s a chain connecting these,” he explains, running a finger along the metal, tugging at it.
I look down and confirm there’s a thin chain linking the nipple clamps.I also notice the metal line goes on down my body, reaching my pussy, and ends in another clamp.It swings free until Shelby grabs it.His eyes darken even more as he attaches it to my clit.Now, every single movement makes the clamps shift with it, tugging gently at sensitive flesh, sending sensations cascading through my body in interconnected waves.
“Oh God,” I whisper.
He swats my ass, which is turning into a habit, and the jolt of energy travels through my body, focusing on the metal clamps like a lightning rod connecting every erogenous zone.The mix of pleasure and pain, and something in between that I don’t have words for, is overwhelming, intoxicating.
When he returns to my line of vision, I immediately understand his intentions.Shelby dangles a purple and black blindfold in front of me.
“You comfortable with this?”he asks, his voice carefully controlled, giving me space to refuse.
“Never tried.I guess I’ll be fine, though,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
“That’s the spirit.”He cups my chin and plants a hot, quick kiss on my half-open mouth.“Blindfolded sex part of your dirty fantasies?”
I nod, offering him the dirtiest smile.
He shakes his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.“Still, we need a safeword.What will it be?”
“Red,” I quickly respond, the word feeling small and safe in the midst of all this intensity.
He secures the blindfold gently, and suddenly the world disappears.There’s no terrace, no city below, no glass walls bearing witness.Only sensations.I feel his hands on my body more intensely.The heat of his ragged breathing against the back of my neck becomes an aphrodisiac.The smell of his cologne mixed with our arousal makes my mouth water.
