When I feel his breath between my legs, I pull on my restraints and lift my hips, eager to feel his mouth on me.
He spreads me wide, and I hear his breath come out harder, but I don’t feel the warm heat from his mouth anymore, letting me know he’s not close enough.
“Fuck, Savi,” he growls, running his finger down my inner thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me.” I feel him swipe a finger through my arousal before light sucking hits my ears. “So fucking tasty too,” he moans.
A humming noise gets my attention as my body tenses at the sound. He’s going to punish me with the very toy I used after I teased him with my dresses.
“Hmmm…so this opening here, I take it, goes…here?”
My hips lift as the rose latches onto my clit. The power of the little device has me pulling on my restraints as sensations fly at me one after another. Moaning, I try to press my legs together, but he firmly keeps me splayed wide open.
Removing the device, I keep pulsing between my legs on the verge of an orgasm that was almost in my grasp.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, running the black rose down my inner thigh, the vibrations humming against my skin. “I think you need more, though.”
I can tell the bastard’s grinning by the tone of his voice as I grit my teeth and prepare for another round.
I feel the rose make contact again just as his fingers fill me deep.
“Oh, God,” I moan, lifting my hips to take him deeper. He slides the pads of his fingers down my walls, touching me in spots I never knew I had, but so desperately needed to be felt. He brings me to the brink again before I’m left panting and alone.
“This edging kink of yours is going to kill me one day,” I say breathlessly as I try to bring air back into my lungs.
“Edging kink? I never thought about it like that, but yeah, I fucking do love to control your body and mine. I take immense pleasure in it, actually,” he muses. “I’ve always pushed the boundaries of my body on the ice, and I guess I take it into the bedroom with me as well. If I were to really analyze it, I never had any control growing up, so I get off on having it now.”
He moves the vibrating toy closer to my sex again, causing me to bite my lip.
“What I really get off to, though, is owning this pussy and knowing that I’ve been the only one to bring it pleasure.” The vibrations move around my skin, teasing me with a promise that’s just out of reach. “It’s mine to do with as I please, always wet and ready for my touch,” he says with a sinful edge to his voice. “Just begging me for permission to finally let go.”
The rose touches my swollen clit, and my body bows up in acceptance, sending me reeling once more.
“The thing is, though, I’m also a really jealous bastard when it comes to you, and as much fun as this little toy has been, I’m not about to let it give you what is mine for the taking.”
His mouth replaces the toy as he dives in like an animal feasting on its last meal. Hands grab my legs as he throws them over his shoulder before digging his fingers into my ass and lifting me up to meet his demands.
Sparks shoot through me as beautiful chaos descends. My heels dig into his back as I greedily rub against his scruff and tongue.
“Now you can cum,” he growls, clamping down hard on my clit and putting the toy to shame as he brings me headfirst off the deep end, sending a forceful orgasm skyrocketing through my body.
I scream his name as all the sensations he’s been edging me toward slam into me at once. He’s ruthless as his mouth takes every part of me that I willingly sacrifice to him.
When I finally feel my body again, he lowers me back onto the bed. My thighs tremble as he does one more swipe of his tongue before releasing me.
I feel the bed shift as he moves off of me. The sound of his sweats dropping to the floor faintly touches my ears seconds later, before his warm body presses against me again.
“About the number you wore that wasn’t mine…” His low voice warms my neck as he bends down close. “Theonlynumber that this body is to touch from now on is mine.” He sinks his lips into my skin and sucks hard.
“I…I won’t wear anyone else,” I whisper.
“Good.” He flips me over and lifts my ass in the air. My elbows land on the pillow as the restraints pull at my wrists. It’s tight but doesn’t hurt as the silk rubs against my skin. His palm glides over my ass before a sting has me gasping at the contact of his hand.
He rubs the pain away, and I quickly realize that there’s pleasure right behind it as my body responds to the thrill of actually being punished by him.
“That was for wearing Hayes’s jersey,” he says with a tight, restrained voice.
I hear his breathing grow more ragged.
This is turning him on.
