He turns on the vibrator and I bow off the bed at the intensity. And then he’s sliding it inside me, filling me, fucking me like I asked him to.
“I think about how good it will feel when it’s me inside you,” he whispers.
I groan and swivel my hips.
“When I’m surrounded by you. How sweet you’ll sound when I’m making you come, how pretty you are when you lose control.” He sits back on his heels and grabs the clit sucker.
My eyes flare. All my best orgasms happen with that. He turns it on and positions it over my clit, still fucking me in slow, rhythmic strokes with my vibrator. The sensation is overwhelming, pulling me to the brink. But before I can tip over, he turns it down to the first setting.
“Oh my God, Phillip, please.” I tug against the restraints, writhing in need.
“Ask for what you want. Be explicit.”
“Please let me come,” I beg.
He shakes his head slowly. “Not yet.”
I groan in frustration.
He turns the clit sucker back on, ratcheting up the intensity. Again he pulls it away, and again I beg for him to let me come. Around and around we go, always so close to the edge of an orgasm, but never quite reaching the tipping point. Suddenly the vibrator is gone, and so is the clit sucker.
I cry out despondently.
Flip’s fingers slide inside me, curling and pumping at a furious pace. He reaches above me and unhooks my cuffs from the bed, then pulls the Velcro free on the right wrist. And then he moves down my body, lowering his head, eyes on me as he latches onto my clit and sucks hard.
I come in violent waves. Dragged into the undertow of sensation, screaming his name. The pleasure is endless, a tide rising and crashing. He wrings three orgasms out of me before he prowls up my body and blankets me with his.
His fingers are gentle on my face. His lips soft when he kisses me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I rasp.
“So that was fun.” He smiles, eyes warm with satisfaction.
I laugh. “It was.”
He kisses the end of my nose. “We should make a list of your fantasies, so when the time is right, I can make them all come true.”
CHAPTER 39
FLIP
“First dinner, now this?” Tally hugs my arm, eyes wide with awe and excitement as we move through the foyer.
“You’ve been working so hard. You deserve a night off.”
She’s been putting in long hours at the studio and working on final assignments. She even resubmitted the one she didn’t do well on a few weeks ago and pulled up her mark by twenty-four percent. I wanted to pamper her and reward her for all the time and energy she’s put in this semester. So we started with a romantic dinner, and now we’re at the ballet.
“I can’t believe you got tickets to this show. It’s been sold out for months.” She pushes up on her toes to kiss my jaw.
“I might have pulled a few strings.” I wink.
“If I could dance anywhere, it would be here. It’s hands down my dream company,” she says as the attendant scans our tickets.
They direct us to our seats, and I lead the way for Tally.
“We’re in a box?” She smiles up at me, eyes shining. “This is just…I can’t even. Thank you.”
“This is what you’ve worked so hard for, right?” I motion tothe seats filling below us. “You’ll be up there soon. Not long now and the world is yours.” Watching her this semester has been inspiring. She’s dedicated and passionate.
