I’m shocked when he reaches for his belt and, with a wicked smile, commands, “Wrap your arms around the back of the chair.”
“Seriously.” My eyes widen with shock, and he shrugs. “Lesson one.”
I do as he says with a confident smile, and as he fastens the belt around my wrists, he secures me in place. As he drops to his knees, I close my eyes because this must be wrong, surely.
His soft tongue licks my center and my tortured groan rips apart the silence. This time he kneels before me, and as he flicks my clit with his tongue, my legs part even wider, and I give into the pleasure. I am naked, tied to a chair with a man licking my most intimate area, and I have never felt so alive. It’s as if he lit a spark inside me that had lain dormant before, coaxing my spirit, demanding things any respectable nun would consider the devil’s work. But I have fantasized for many years about a moment like this, and there will be many more hours to pray for forgiveness. I want this. I need this and I am owning this, so where’s the sin? I fail to see it.
I am no longer in the room. His master strokes have taken me somewhere else entirely as my body responds to his brand of loving. It’s as if every pulse in me quivers as I float around the room, delicious ripples of pleasure reminding me I’m alive.
Excitement builds and my heart races as he laps at my pussy like a cat enjoying the cream and I hitch my breath as a sudden violent storm wrecks me from inside, my scream of release echoing around the room as I drip desire raining down onto his tongue.
I come apart in a way I never have before, despite my eager fingers doing a pretty good job until now. But that was nothingcompared to this awakening, and the fire inside me burns my shame into ash.
CHAPTER 27
SIMEON
Iroll back on my heels and stare in wonder as Alice breaks. Her entire body is shaking, and her eyes are bright and wild with beauty.
She is a goddess and it’s as if I’m witnessing a true miracle as she lies open before me, bound for my pleasure.
However, the pleasure is obviously hers as she gives into the sensation, loving the experience, loving what I did to her, what only I have done to her, and it causes possession to flare inside me.
It’s as if she is my discovery and I want to keep her for myself in my private collection. Nobody must look, touch, or covet what’s mine because she is the Holy Grail I have been searching for all my life.
I am a man who likes to control but doesn’t desire. That has changed now. I desire Alice more than I have anything, and I wonder about that.
I have an incredible need to join the party and shift on my knees before her. Pressing my cock into the sweet juices that are flowing, gripping her hair and pushing in hard.
Her eyes open in shock as I pump inside her, determination in the set of my jaw as I remind her that I’m part of this.
“Fuck, Simeon.”
She can’t touch me; I like that. It’s as if I am claiming her with her full blessing, even though she doesn’t have the ability to push me away. Her open legs allowing me more access, deeper entry into paradise. Her cunt is soft, inviting and still throbbing from her orgasm and as I sweep through her pleasure, it increases mine. Her eyes are bright, her lips slanted in a smile, and the connection between us hot and intimate.
It’s as if we are alone in the world, in this silent house in the middle of nowhere. Fucking like animals, intent on only one thing: pleasure.
She may have been the instigator of this, and I bend to her will to some degree, but I am the master of her. I always will be, and knowing we are married only adds to the pleasure. I get my entire life to do this if I treat her right. I’m an animal for sure, but I won’t force her to stay. I’m not her father. I’m not even a man like him, and if she only says the word, she will be allowed to leave on the understanding that there will be no repercussions.
If anything, that causes me anxiety, and as I stare deeply into her eyes, I am struggling to create order in this situation. I have never wanted to keep anyone so badly before, and its uncertain territory.
Her eyes open and the soft pleasure in them cause me to smile softly and a moment of intimacy passes between us, bringing us closer than sex ever can.
My orgasm hits hard, and all the while I stare at her beautiful face as I come undone, tension sliding from my shoulders. I can’t remember when I last felt so free. My heart pumping as fast as my cum, long steady ropes of it filling her womb.
Possession is only part of the attraction; it’s deeper than that. If anything, she is the one in control of me now because if I do or say anything to cause her pain, it manifests greater in me.
“Simeon.”
Her soft voice wraps me in pleasure as she whispers, “That was amazing. Is it always so–” She sighs, a dreamy expression on her face.
“So what?”
I murmur against her lips, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth and biting down softly, causing her to moan.
“So exquisite.”
Her words remind me she’s a lady, not the usual whores I use, and my heart feels as if it’s wrapped in cotton candy, and I tighten my hold.
