I need him to touch me.
This is torture.
The ache of teetering on this edge is beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
He wanted to punish me, and this is definitely a form of torture, a beautiful torture that I’m loving—or is it hating—every second of. He waves the feather over my pussy again, anda moan fills the room. Then I suck in a sharp breath, trying to catch my breath.
“Nate, please,” I beg, clenching my eyes together.
“You want me to touch you, little dove?”
“God, yes,” I whimper, daring to open my eyes to be sure he’s not going to continue to prolong the agony.
Without another word or warning, he drops the feather, and his hand cups my pussy in an instant. He presses a finger firmly on my clit and holds it there. I moan again as my head lolls back against the pole with a thump. As he uses pressure in a circular motion, rotating and working me up, I arch my back, seeking the pleasure he’s offering. My toes curl, and the plush cream carpet pushes up between them.
Nate takes a step closer, his body a fraction away from mine. The heat radiating from him is setting me on fire, leaving me panting with desire. He moves in, barely placing his mouth on my neck, and I feel like I might combust with his barely-there touch combined with the work of his finger on my clit. As his tongue darts out delicately, he slowly makes his way up along my jaw. It’s so erotic that every inch of me tingles with a flurry of sensations. Nate’s finger is working me up at lightning speed, and being tied up and totally under his control is going to be my undoing.
Harder and faster, his finger rotates on my clit, making my hips move against his hand. His tongue slides its way up under my ear, his teeth taking hold of my earlobe and biting down. The jolt from the nip, mixed with his firm pressure on my clit has me moaning out, relishing in the burning desire from the shockwave it sends straight down between my legs.
My hips move faster against him, causing superb friction as his finger slides down from my clit and thrusts inside me. His thumb pushes into place on my clit where his finger previously was, and his hand starts a new rhythm. His other hand slidesonto my hip, where his fingers dig in firmly, but not too hard, just enough to maintain his dominance—which apparently is my new favorite thing in the bedroom.
Trailing along my jaw, feathering hard kisses in time with the thrusting of his fingers, his lips meet mine, and I have no hesitation in kissing him back forcefully, even though I’m panting for air. Not being able to touch him is both somehow deeply vexing and wondrous at the same time, like a pain-filled pleasure.
Nate adds another finger inside me, working me at a deliberate pace, all the while our tongues dance together. His thumb presses on my clit a little firmer as his fingers inside swirl and hitthatspot. I moan loudly into his mouth when my back pushes away from the post, forcing down on his fingers as I chase my release. My breasts press into his chest, rubbing my sensitive nipples into his shirt as he continues to perform his magic.
An insatiable heat floods my veins, burning me up from the inside like hot lava melting my very molecules of existence. Tiny beads of sweat litter my skin and run down my goose-bump-laden flesh, which has flushed bright pink with desire. My eyes clench as my kisses become lazy against Nate’s mouth while the pleasure takes me over, hitting me in consistent waves. My hands ball into fists above the tight bindings as sparkles glitter like diamonds behind my eyes.
I break free from Nate’s kiss, needing air, and I gasp frantically for oxygen. My hips grind harder into his hand as his free hand comes up, taking my nipple into his fingertips, tweaking it hard at the same time. He presses on my clit and thrusts up, sending me over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” I call out on a moan. My muscles clench hard over every part of me.
Then it hits like a massive tidal wave—no, more like a tsunami—rolling over me multiple times, crashing into me and drowning me in pleasure as I ride the riptide of satisfaction.
After what seems like forever, my muscles finally relax as my body sags against the pole. Nate slows his movements, working me down gradually from my massive high. His touch is just the right balance, not being too much for my sensitive nerves.
He’s so good, I don’t know how I ever lived before him.
Nate softly chuckles, his deep tenor making me slowly tilt my head and open my eyes to see him watching me.
“Your pleasure face is so fucking hot,” he says, and I wince.
“That’s embarrassing,” I admit.
He shakes his head and moves in, bringing his hand up to caress my cheek lovingly. “No, it’s the truth. You’re fucking beautiful when you come.”
Smiling, I know a blush is working its way up, and he leans in, kissing my lips briefly before pulling back, then lifting his shirt over his head, revealing his well-toned abs. Drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth, I sigh, taking him in. He’s easy on the eyes. One would have to be blind not to notice just how gorgeous this man is.
I guess to be a drummer, you need to be fit in all kinds of ways, and Nate is undoubtedly that.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply.
He looks down at his abs and back up to me and smirks before pulling out his wallet from his back pocket and grabbing a condom.
“Good idea,” I say.
Nate throws his wallet to the floor, then undoes his jeans, yanking them along with his boxer briefs down, where he steps out of them and his shoes, leaving him completely naked. I grin as I look down at his rock-hard cock springing to attention. It’s so thick and perfect. If I weren’t tied up, I’d drop to my kneesand take him in my mouth and worship him, but I am pretty sure he has other ideas.
He brings the condom packet to his mouth and rips it open with his teeth. Pulling out the latex, he takes it and rolls it over his length, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My anticipation is building, knowing Nate will soon be inside me again, and I honestly cannot wait.
