I didn’t notice it before, but the man in front of me is shirtless with cut muscles. Those damn gray sweatpants hug hiships, giving a mouth watering view of his V. His hair is disheveled in the most sexy way and the tattoos on his arm add a hint of edge to him. If I was a painter, I would paint this man as he’s a true walking god. This man is all mine.
Rope in hand, he glides over to me, eyes sweeping over my body. His eyes grow dark, one second away from devouring me whole. Please devour me. Take me. Break me.
“You know the rules. If at any time you feel any pain, speak up. If your back has any ounce of throbbing or I touch a sensitive spot, you speak up. Do you understand?” he commands with mastery.
I nod vigorously, letting him know that I will heed, maybe. But he doesn’t need to know that. I’m used to hiding pain; surely I can push it aside so I can absorb every single touch, stretch, and position.
“You won’t be blindfolded this time. I want you to watch every single thing I do to you. Hold out your hands.” I obey right away, holding my arms out for him.
I watch as he wraps the rope around my arms, creating knots so intricate and precise. The way his eyes focus and narrow when he creates each section and connects my arms together with a tight, stiff rope bar in between. I can see how much he’s enjoying this and I don’t miss the huge erection under those damn sweatpants. My mouth waters in anticipation.
He raises my arms up and pulls the hook down connecting them together. My body stretches up as he takes a step back to get a look at the art he just created. Turning away from me, he goes back to the armoire and retrieves something out of the side. Facing me, he has a feather in hand. I’m confused for a moment but I don’t let it show. I watch every step he makes, slow and calculated.
He reaches up and traces my body lightly causinggoosebumps to rise. He traces down my arms, the swell of my breasts, down my whole body. The feather skates between my legs, down my thighs, and back up to my sensitive spot. God, this feels so good. It shouldn’t make me turned on but I’m so wet from a feather touch and he makes it feel so, so sexy.
“You’re absolutely beautiful. Your body was made for me and I plan to claim it over and over again,” he whispers with a husky voice.
The sensation disappears and without warning, he kicks the bench from under me and I’m free hanging from the hook causing a yelp to leave my lips. He smirks, watching me hang like a puppet. I can feel the pull causing stress on my back but I bite back the sting so he won’t stop before he even starts.
Kneeling right in front of me, he grabs my thighs and wraps them around his shoulder. He blows on my clit making me squirm. A chuckle leaves his lips, finding amusement from how needy I am. I don’t dare speak, though, that’s one of the rules. I stay quiet no matter how tortuous this is. Our eyes lock together as he licks up my slit with the pad of his tongue. Once he gets his first taste, he sucks my clit into his mouth, nibbling and sucking, making me buck my hips up.
Large fingers glide up my thighs and he swirls his touch around teasing me. Two large fingers enter me, thrusting slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I moan in complete bliss as he assaults me with that sexy mouth and dangerous fingers. Pure ecstasy, a high that I don’t ever want to come down from. He feasts on me like he’s starved.
“You taste so good, baby girl,” he purrs before he dives back in.
I can feel my climax peaking, making my legs tremble. A sob escapes as it builds and builds before I’m tipped over the edge. He drinks up every last drop of my cum before he gets tohis feet, once again leaving me hanging. My body is limp, like I’m freefalling into a never-ending spiral.
Large hands slither into my hair, forcing me to open my eyes. I didn’t realize they were closed until he yanks me to look up. His lips crash into mine, tongue pushing against my lips. I part them, allowing him to enter. I taste myself on him and don’t dare pull away. Our tongues clash, kisses deepening with want and passion. He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down my side, teasing me. I can hear fabric hit the floor and rough hands back on my thigh, wrapping it around his hips. He does the same with the other one so that I’m straddling him.
Without thinking, I squeeze my legs and pull him closer to me so our bodies are flush against each other. This earns me a smack on my ass and I can’t hide the smug tip of my lips. I almost want to do it again so I can be spanked but the need for him to be inside me is more important. Gripping his shaft, he rubs the tip of his head against my slit, feeling how wet he makes me.
“Tell me what you want. I want you to beg me.” His hot breath tickles my neck.
Being a little more daring, I squeeze my legs against his hips and push myself against him, body begging for him to be inside.
“Please, Alaric, I need you. Fuck me,” I pant. I’ll do anything at this point to feel him inside me.
Thrusting his hips, he invades, stretching me to fit his size. I’ll never get used to how large he is. My head tips back as he holds me, supporting me as he drives into me over and over again. His movements start to pick up and my body moves with his. Moans fill the room as I take all of him. Our bodies move together, erratic and desperate. Without any notice, he pulls out of me, torturing me as he walks away from me. Oh fuck no!
Bending over, he grabs the bench and places it under my feet giving me support once again. He then pulls the hook down, releasing me from its hold. Panic rises thinking that he’s done and I instantly get anxiety from the sudden halt. Helping me down, he leaves me tied up but sits on the bench, erection still hard and ready.
“Come here and sit on my cock. I want to feel you ride me, taking what you want,” he commands. Without a second thought, I obey.
Holding onto his shoulders, as much as I can, I lower myself on him and begin moving my hips in rhythm. Arms wrapping around me, I wince from his touch and quickly pray he didn’t see my reaction. Lucky for me, he didn’t.
Gripping his shoulders, I swirl my hips around, teasing him before I rock my hips and take him deeper. Moving one of his arms from me, he grips one of my breasts and sucks my nipple into his mouth. He sucks and bites causing me to ride him harder. Releasing me, we’re both panting, bodies hot and sweaty. I feel the same ecstasy cascade through my body, cursing myself as I don’t want this to end.
“Come for me, baby girl. I want to feel your heat, your juices marking what’s yours.” He hugs me closer on the verge of his own climax.
My walls tighten around him, squeezing in an attempt to milk every last drop out of him. Heat fills in between my thighs as we both find our release. We don’t move for what feels like several moments before he lifts me off him and sets me down on the bench.
He carefully unties the knots, releasing my sore arms. He examines them before he goes into the bathroom. Returning with cloth in hand, he cleans me up, going back to being a gentleman and leads me back into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I watch as he starts a bath, adding oils to the water. Hethen reaches into the cabinet and hands me Ibuprofen as if he can read how sore I already am.
Once he makes sure that there isn’t any irritation to my cuts and arms, he guides me to the tub and lowers me down. He steps behind me, lowering himself down. The action is so different, so intimate. Yeah, we just had sex but this is a different type of intimacy that I’ve never had before. I love it and it shows me that I have someone so genuine. But I’m scared that if he knew every single detail of all my actions, he would run for the hills.
“Are you going to tell me what happened? You can trust me, Celeste. I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers trace down my arms. The simple gesture makes my heart swell.
I want to tell him. I want to believe that he won’t run for the hills. Trust is a hard thing for me, but given his career, there’s no possible way he could stay with me. So I give him a half truth.
