“Pathetic,” Ace mutters under his breath.
As Cash and I get up to leave, I point at Gage and Ace with a warning finger. “Don’t let my brother have sex with that woman.”
Gage mock salutes me. “Aye aye, captain cockblock.”
My stern expression dissolves into laughter, and I shake my head ruefully. “Let’s go,” I say to Cash, allowing him to lead the way through the throng of people.
I don’t have butterflies in my stomach—it’s more like a stampede of elephants.
Chapter 17
Cash
Naomi’s bound in a series of complicated knots, tying her so she can’t move. She’s suspended in the swing in my room, face down. Her perky ass is thrust high in the air, her legs spread wide to reveal her perfect pussy, slick and glistening with her arousal. Her breathing is heavy as she listens, relying on her other senses as I’ve covered her eyes with a silk scarf. We discussed everything in advance. What she didn’t want to try and what she most definitely did. She’s given me a safe word, just in case it’s too much for her.
The air in the room feels charged with anticipation, thick with the subtle scent of leather and Naomi’s warm skin. The only illumination comes from the amber glow of a low lamp in the corner, its soft light casting slow-moving shadows as the swing sways gently under her weight. The wooden beams overhead creak softly, grounding the moment in something intimate and real. I can hear both our breaths, uneven, syncing and unsyncing like we’re orbiting each other’s nerves.
Fuck, it might be too much for me. The sight of Naomi like this has me ready to explode already, and I haven’t touched her yet.
I walk around her, admiring her from every angle. Each slow step I take makes the old floorboards whisper beneath my boots. Her nipples are hard, yearning for my touch. She bites her lip in anticipation. I can tell she’s as turned on by this as I am, and I can hardly believe my luck in finding her. If I’d knownwhat she’d mean to me, how important she’d become to me, that night at the auction, I’d have bid everything I had on her.
As I circle her, the warm lamplight catches the curves of her body, turning them into something sculpted, something holy. The ropes dig lightly into her skin, leaving faint impressions along her hips and shoulders; patterns I tied, marks she trusted me enough to give her. Each knot feels like a word in a language we speak only to each other.
Her muscles flex beneath them with every shallow breath she takes, her body suspended in the soft sway of the swing. The low light catches the subtle rise and fall of her back, the faint flush blooming across her skin.
After completing a few circles, I stand behind her. Naomi tries to move, desperate for my touch, but she’s completely at my mercy. She’s handed over control to me.
“Cash,” she moans, excited by the buildup.
I fall to my knees, ready to worship her. The floor is cool beneath me, grounding me while heat thrums through every vein. My tongue darts out to taste her, and she cries out in surprise and pleasure. I take my time, enjoying the taste of her pussy, trailing my tongue from clit to ass. My fingers slowly work their way in and out of her slickness, feeling how her pussy tightens around me. My cock strains in my pants. I know we don’t have much time, that the others could return home at any minute, but I want to make this last. If Naomi is the only one to climax, I’m okay with that.
The room feels even smaller now, like the walls are leaning in, holding our heat. The soft sound of rope fibers sliding over metal rings above her mingles with her panting, creating a rhythm all its own, one that curls into my spine.
Naomi pants and moans as I bring her to the edge of orgasm. But then I stop.
“Don’t stop!” she begs. Her voice trembles, pulled tight like a bowstring.
“Aren’t you forgetting who’s in charge?” I ask.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I move to retrieve the toys we selected together, picking up the paddle first. The leather feels cool against my palm. I tap it sharply against Naomi’s clit, and she cries out with pleasure and a little bit of pain. I spank her ass next, three hard whacks that leave a mark on her pale skin. “Fuck,” she moans as I stroke her clit, rewarding her. She’s even wetter than before—a good sign.
I continue like this, alternating fucking her with my fingers and tongue before spanking her. Never letting her fall over the edge into orgasm. The lamp light flickers as if stirred by the energy radiating between us, shadows shifting across the walls like they’re reacting to her voice. Her body trembles, the ropes creaking softly with each controlled movement.
I retrieve the vibrator next. I start on the lowest setting, holding it against her clit before working the dildo end inside her. As before, I bring her to the edge before changing things up, increasing the speed and tempo of the vibrator until I know that I can’t pull her back this time. Her orgasm is a glorious thing; she squirts hard, her juices dripping down her thighs, and I happily lap them up, making her cum harder. I love how she screams my name as she orgasms.
Her whole body shakes violently, ropes quivering, the swing rocking in slow, deliberate arcs. She sounds wrecked, inthe best way, breath tearing out of her, muscles fluttering from the intensity. The warm light paints her in gold as she comes down, every tremor etched into my mind.
While she comes down from her high, breathing heavily like she’s just run a marathon, I get the nipple clamps. She clearly didn’t hear me approaching as she cries out in surprise as I attach them. She whimpers.
“If you want me to stop, just say,” I tell her.
She shakes her head. “More,” she gasps.
I kiss her. “See how good you taste,” I tell her. I unbuckle my pants, snapping the belt. “I’m going to use this on you.” She moans and wiggles, hungry for more, for me to fuck her. But she’s going to have to wait. Now naked, I stand in front of her. “Open wide.”
She parts her rosebud lips, ready for me, and I push my cock inside her perfect mouth. She eagerly sucks on it, her moans sending vibrations into my balls. It feels so incredible, I worry that I’ll cum too soon. It takes all of my willpower to move away. “Good girl,” I murmur, kissing her again.
