“I like a bit of pain but never really tried it, so I’m curious.” My head rests against her breasts, inhaling her scent, falling down that rabbit hole, never wanting to climb out.
I pull the lace aside and push two of my thick fingers inside her. A loud moan escapes her lips as she starts to ride my hand, her wet arousal soaking my fingers. I desperately want to bend her over my piano and fuck her, pound into her, but she’s in charge. Until I know what happened in her past, I won’t push her. I want to hold her, protect her, and honour every inch of her body and soul.
"Okay, okay,” attempting to gather herself and stay in control. "Sensation play? Hot? Cold? Biting? Wax?"
"Absolutely," I hiss, trailing kisses along her collarbones. At this point, she could do anything; I just want her totally. She is intoxicating, a drug, and I am hooked.
I hold her as I stand, placing her down on the piano lid, spreading her legs wide, driving my fingers into her, kissing her neck and shoulders, wanting to devour every inch of her. I feel her walls tighten and clench around my slick fingers.
"Torture or electrical?" she gasps out.
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"Nope, not for me. Next." I continue fucking her with my fingers.
"Sensory…deprivation."
"Sign me the fuck up." I don’t care what she’s saying at this point. I just want to make her come and moan my name, knowing it’s me making her come all over my hand.
"Medical or—oh fuck—watersports…" She rides my hand harder now, gripping my shoulders for dear life.
"Medical, no. Watersports… possibly. I don’t know…" My words are muffled by her breast in my mouth as I suck her right nipple between my teeth, swirling my tongue around and nipping gently. She lets out a long groan. I crowd into her more, my hips pushing behind my hand as though I’m fucking her, my dick rubbing against the back of my hand, adding extra power behind my fingers. A guttural groan leaves her throat, and at that point, I am lost. I slide a third finger in, and a small cry escapes her.
"Breath play? Marking? Like hickeys or scratches?" Her head is now buried against my shoulder as I wrap my free arm around her, pulling her tight against me, continuing to pump my fingers into her, slipping easily with her arousal.
"No and yes. I like souvenirs." I let out a soft laugh. Fuck, if she’s going to inflict damage, I sure as shit want to see the efforts of her work the next day.
Yes, Miss
"Psychological? Degradation, humiliation, submission, domination?" Her voice is stronger now.
"Absolutely, yes to all the above." I’m breathless now, desperate to make her come because, if she doesn’t, I’m about to drop to my knees and make her come on my face.
Her hands grip my wrist, stopping me, and she looks me directly in the eyes, catching her breath.
"Then get on your knees, you pathetic little slut, and make me come all over that pretty face of yours."
I stop, stunned, staring right into her eyes. My heart feels like it has stopped entirely. And fuck me, I drop in a second and eat her like a starving man.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
Chapter 26
Isabelle
My heart pounds in my chest as I feel his hands roaming over my skin, the trail of his warm fingers leaving a path of heat in their wake. He knows just how to play my body like his piano, coaxing out my moans and gasps into their own symphony, building them toward a deafening crescendo of pleasure. I’m hooked already. If he can do this with just his fingers and tongue, I know I’m in serious trouble once we start exploring his own desires.
I want to see him on his knees, gazing up at me like I’m his goddess every single day if I can. But I’m also intrigued by how he’ll respond in different situations. He’s confessed he has no experience with this, yet he wants to explore, and as his Domme, it’s a privilege to be entrusted with guiding him through his fantasies, his kinks—the very core of what makes him James.
Pushing up from where I’ve been draped back over his piano, just like I’d pictured so many times during our
Yes, Miss
lessons, I still feel a little stunned that this is real. And oh my God, reality has far exceeded my expectations.
He stands and crowds me, arms wrapping around my waist, his face glistening with my pleasure, lips swollen and flushed. His nose nearly touches mine as he stares deep into my eyes, his own dark and glazed with lust.
“Can I kiss you, Isabelle?” His voice is low and soft.
