“I won’t be withholding your orgasm, Natia, but you are going to wish I did.” He hooks his fingers under my panties and drags them down my legs before removing his sweater and revealing a toned, tattooed chest. Okay, so I can be mad and still drool. What girl wouldn’t appreciate a man who looks like that?
He pushes my legs apart so my knees are touching the silky sheets, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. “Last chance to kiss me, that wicked tongue of yours might persuade me to go easy on you.”
“Are you going to say sorry?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Then I’m good, asshole, bring it on.”
His mouth descends on my core. The sparks of desire and pleasure pound through my nerves. I glare at the stars and know this first one is going to be insane. Actually, it might drive me insane. He holds my legs down and devours me with only his tongue. I try to tilt my body away from the onslaught, but there’s nowhere for me to go. I look down and catch swirling gold eyes staring at me. His lips lock around my clit and he sucks. My world explodes; my body seizes in pleasure, my spine arches and a scream rips out of my throat. What feels like minutes tick by before I turn to mush on the sheets.
He climbs up my body and nibbles on each breast, bringing my already tight nipples to hard peaks. A sharp pinching pain on my left breast has my head shooting up, cool metal drapes across my chest, then the right one gets the same treatment. I hiss in a breath as I take in the little clips on each taut nipple connected by a thin chain. I squirm under him, trying to relieve the steady pressure building. He leans down and licks over each nipple as the pressure tightens. I shake my head, not sure if I can take it. It’s like a sensual game of chicken, except I’m the fucking chicken, and he’s the car hurtling towards me.
He pushes two fingers inside me. I arch my back off the bed at the sting of fullness. “You don’t know how much pleasure it brings to me to know I’m the only man who will ever be in this body.”
He moves in and out of me in a slow, relentless rhythm designed to push me to the edge, but not over it. I meet his thrusts with my own, my insides trembling with the beginnings of an orgasm. I open my mouth with a protest ready on my lips and pull against my bonds just as his thumb strokes over my clit, which sends me flying once again. Then he pushes a third finger inside of me and speeds up his thrusts. I release a scream no one can hear as I topple over again.
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he withdraws his fingers and spreads my release over my tortured nipples before he licks and sucks them tight. My head spins as tiny spasms of my orgasm ripple through me, heightened with the pain from my heavy breasts.
He pulls back, his eyes alight with lust. “Did you know when you orgasm, a rush of blood fills your breasts and fights its way to your nipples?” He hooks a finger under the chain and gives a sharp tug. I cry out. “So they are being starved of blood flow, and the longer I leave these on, the more painful it will be when I finally release them.”
Holy shit, this man is trying to kill me.
He leans forward, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine as his chest rubs against my breasts. “Ready to give in yet?”
I shake my head, not trusting myself. I can manage sex. Then he’ll take them off. He chuckles and kisses the side of my neck, before working down my body. Oh, fuck no.
“Archan,” I whimper as he spreads open my swollen folds with his fingers.
He closes his eyes. “Just because I’ve waited for my name to spill from your lips for so long,” his eyes flip open, “doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.”
I bring my legs up to my chest and try to kick him away. Three is enough for any woman. “Guess I know what your limit is,” he rumbles. He leans back and grabs one leg, pinning it to the bed before wrapping something soft but strong around the crux of my knee and tightening it. He locks the other one in place as well before grabbing a pillow. Scooping a hand under my ass, he shoves it under me, raising my apex to his gaze.
“Figured out your punishment yet?” he asks, his eyes alight with desire. “After around three or four, orgasms become painful. You are about to be taken well beyond that limit.” He descends between my legs and tortures another explosion from my wrung out body. The next takes longer, my aching core protesting.
From god knows where, he produces an odd metal bulbous object and puts it on my lips. “Open your mouth,” he commands.
I might be pinned to his bed like a butterfly, but I still have some control—probably. I shake my head. He brushes his fingers over my right nipple. I moan and try to wiggle away. “I can do this without your saliva, but it will definitely hurt more. Your choice.”
My eyes widen in understanding. I glance at the suddenly huge metal prong, then back at him. “Fuck no, you aren’t putting that inside my ass.”
“It’s going in, how easy is up to you.” He taps the metal against my lips. In the short time I’ve known him, I understand something important; Archan never threatens. He promises. I scowl and open my mouth. He slides it in and twists it around before drawing it out.
The cool wet tip finds its target, making me shrink away and tighten up. He rubs a thumb over my engorged clit. “Relax and breathe, Natia, it will hurt less.” The pressure against my ass is insistent. We both know this will hurt, regardless. Sweat breaks out across my body as I contemplate relenting and letting him kiss me.
He chuckles. “Even if you give in, this is still going in your ass. I want you to feel the sensation of being full. It will help you reach the next orgasm.”
I suck in a breath and force myself to relax. He continues to toy with my folds and pushes it into my body inch by inch, withdrawing a little each time. I feel something give way and he pushes it in further, then he releases it. “How does it feel?” he asks, glancing at me with an arched brow.
“Painful,” I grit out.
“Concentrate, and try to pick out the predominant feeling,” he says.
I sigh and zone in on it. “Heavy, full,” I answer.
“Good girl,” he praises as he pushes one finger inside of me. I groan. I thought I was full before, that was nothing. “You’ll struggle to take me with this in,” he chuckles . “But, you will take me.”
My eyes widen in fear and a little excitement. This is beyond anything I would have done before meeting him. Tied to the bed, I realize I truly trust this man. “But first, a few more orgasms. I need you sore and swollen.”
