“Okay?” I breathe, my restraint at a boiling point and ready to snap.
“Y-yes,” She stutters.
“You’re being so brave, Butterfly,” I praise her, “So good.”
“Fuck,” She whimpers.
“You like that, hm?” I lift her head to bring the two ends of the tie together, “You blush so pretty when I praise you, Sloane.”
Her body shivers.
“Dulling one sense heightens another,” I explain, “I’m taking your vision, so youfeel.”
“Okay,” She whispers, and I secure the tie, blinding her.
“Remember what I said,” I come away from her body, leaving her on the edge of the mattress. “You say stop, and I will.”
She nods but remains silent, so I grasp her ankle and bring her leg up, letting my teeth graze over her ankle bone, “Words, Sloane. I need them.”
“Yes,” She replies quickly, her skin pebbling. “I understand.”
“That’s my good girl,” Stroking a hand down her leg, I stop at her inner thigh, whispering tight circles there, close to where she needs me the most. “What do you feel?”
Her teeth tug at her bottom lip as her skin pebbles, “Your hand.”
“And what do you need?”
“I want you to touch me,” Her voice shakes, “Please, Dean.”
“Such pretty manners,” I praise, allowing my fingers to slide through her pussy, parting her so I can rub tight circles against her clit. “Like this?”
“Yes,” She hisses, head tilting back as her spine bows off the bed.
“I love the way your body responds to me, Sloane,” I tell her, leaning down to run the flat edge of my tongue from her hole to clit. She cries out, the sound like damn music to my ears. Lowering my fingers, I gently insert one of them, fucking her with a single finger as I suck her clit into my mouth. Her hand grips my hair, tugging on the strands as her legs clamp around my head. Her orgasm is quick and sudden. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon, but her pussy contracts around my finger, pulses on my tongue, and she screams out my name.
I help her through it, drawing out her pleasure with soft strokes of my tongue. She’s soaked, leaving a little wet patch on the bed, my mouth and hand covered in her. Her breaths come out fast and hard, but if she thinks I’m done with her…
I’m just getting started.
Chapter Thirty-five
My skin is on fire, my heart pounding inside my chest. I feel everything, too much and not enough, all in the same breath. I can’t see him, but I feel his touch everywhere, on my thighs, his hands a tender caress, his mouth on my throat, teeth grazing over my skin as he pulls down my body, toward my nipples. He takes one between his teeth, biting gently, and after that orgasm, everything is sensitive, like he’s placed a live wire to every single nerve.
“You’re doing so good baby,” He praises, lifting away from my skin as he notches the head of himself inside me, the stretch forcing a moan from my lips. The balls of his piercing add a new sensation, and I feel myself pulse around him. “So ready for another one.” He chuckles darkly.
He pulls out, only to feed it back into me, never going further than the tip of him. His hand keeps one leg stretched to the side, the other hooked at his hip, while he continues to only fuck me with the head of him. It’s torture, the stretch is there only to be removed a moment later. I want him deeper, I don’t want to know where I begin and he ends.
“Dean, please,” The darkness keeps my vision captive, the vulnerability only heightening every other sense. I hear his rasping breaths, the deep moans that escape him every now and then. All I feel is his strength that he holds back with his tender touches and soft caresses.
His mouth is suddenly on my breast, sucking my nipple between his teeth as he slides further in, but even though I can’t see, I know he isn’t fully inside me. I want to snap the tether, forcing him to stop holding back.
I bring my leg around, pressing the heel of my foot to his ass, but his strength is no match to mine. I feel his grin on my breast.
“So fucking needy,” He growls, “So desperate.”
“Fuck me,” I beg.
“I will, baby,” He promises. “As soon as I’m done playing with this pretty body of yours. Your cunt is weeping for me, isn’t it?”
