I heard the swish of the leather flying through the air before I felt the impact on the fleshy cheeks of my arse, the loud smack resounding in my head. This time, I let out a squeal of surprise, unable to stop the shudder or believe the warm vibrations buzzing through my body, resonating along my core.
“Color, Ella?”
I took a moment to breathe, accepting my body’s reactions and yielding to the feeling of submission. “White.”
“More?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Give in, love and succumb to the pleasure,” this time, it was a tender whisper near my ear before he kissed my hands linked at the back of my head.
I inhaled sharply, forcing calm into my body, readying my mind for something I’d always associated with fear and agony before Xavier. Yet when the lashes fell in a rhythmic pattern, somehow flowing to the music that seemed to get louder, I wasn’t prepared for the beautiful sensations spiraling through me. I felt the pain and the incredible pleasure on its tail, lifting me, whirling me through warm, supple clouds. The effect between my thighs was unbelievable. The yearning was nothing like I’d felt before.
Unsure how long he went on, I felt like I was floating when he stopped and ran his fingers along the parts of my skin the flogger hadn’t touched. I sighed into his sensual touch, leaning heavily into the structure under me.
“You’re breathtaking, love,” Xavier’s voice was hoarse, almost like he was aroused. His lips touched my neck, and I whimpered. “Color?” He gently teased my untouched skin with his fingertips again.
“White,” I moaned.
“More?”
Not sure if I was ready for more, I heard myself reply, “yes, sir.”
He kissed my neck softly before I felt him move away. The music changed, the beat was slower, more sensual, cascading over my heated skin, pulling me back into those fluffy clouds.
Xavier began again. The lashes came harder to both sides of my back and arse, bringing sparks of heat. Light-headed, I didn’t recognize the sudden sensation that began at the tips of my toes, slowly spiraling up my legs, merging with the tingles created by the flogger before shooting upward and exploding through every nerve, every pore, every inch of skin.
I moaned repeatedly, my body soaring almost like that orgasm Xavier had given me. Then I felt myself falling, my hands flailing, my head spinning, pleasure consuming me, so delirious I no longer felt the carpet beneath my knees or the cushion under my chest.
“I got you, love.” Xavier released the binds on my wrists before gently picking me up against his body. “Color, Ella”
“More, sir,” echoed around me.
With a soft chuckle, he carried me and set me down on soft satiny sheets, the cool material pleasant against my heated skin. My body felt lethargic, my limbs too heavy to move, my mind lost in a space of serenity. Xavier’s large frame settled next to me a second later while he removed the blindfold. It took a few blinks before my vision focused. We lay on a bed covered in lilac satin sheets in a small room lit only by the glow of so many candles I couldn’t guess how many. The sounds of a softer melody drifted through the air, enhancing the relaxed mood and bringing a calm like no other.
I looked at the man lying next to me. So close I could feel his hard cock press into my side. I opened my mouth to say something, but he touched my lips, quieting me. He ran his fingertips over my body, similar to what he’d done to my back. Starting at my brow, over my nose, the shape of my lips, down my chin and neck, zigzagging over my chest to paint slow circles over my breast. I arched up into his caress, moaning. His fingertips rimmed my nipples, avoiding the bud. They hardened painfully, waiting for his touch. He didn’t give me that; instead, he rolled his fingers down to circle my navel.
“Keep your eyes and mouth closed and spread your legs for me,” he rasped, his command firm.
I did as he asked, anticipating the feel of his fingers over my pussy. But he moved away. I felt him settle between my legs, spreading them even wider, opening my most intimate part to his eyes. Blushing, my heated skin vibrated with need, my soaked pussy throbbing and ready for his touch. Instead, his fingertips began a lethargic trail from the tips of my toes to circle my knees, further up to my thighs, moving to rim the outer edges of my pussy.
Panting, I arched upward, eager for him to slip his fingers inside my pussy or suck on my clit. I didn’t care as long as he gave me what I wanted. He didn’t. I groaned my frustration. His husky laughter rolled over my skin, causing my hips to buck, my pussy to grow wetter. Ashamedly, I felt it leak down my arse onto the sheet beneath me.
“Oh, Ella,” Xavier crooned. “So wet, love.” Whether it was the sound of his deep, velvety voice, the trail of his fingers down the sides of my pussy, or the sudden drop of his lips to my mound in a long soft kiss followed by the sensual swirl of his tongue over my scorching skin, I didn’t know which shattered my hold on the tip of that pleasurable abyss I sought.
One moment I was waiting for him to touch my clit, and the next. My breath hitched, goosebumps erupted all over my body, my head spun, my stomach contracted, and my spine curled, forcing the breath out of my body.
My orgasm broke.
I shook so hard I fisted the sheet to keep from opening my eyes, I could do nothing about my mouth, though. A cry I’d never associated with pleasure before ripped out my lungs, matching my shaking body and disobeying his order. My thighs tried to shut, but Xavier kept them open with a hand on each thigh.
As I came down from the high, expecting him to come up, he didn’t. Gasping for air and my body still trembling, I felt his hands move off my thighs and his fingers gently pulling my lips apart. The sudden kiss on my clit startled me, and I cried out from the contact.
“Open your eyes, love.”
I did. When I looked down, my cheeks glowed, loving the look of desire in his eyes as they roved over my soaking pussy. Then his tongue fell to the soft bundle of nerves, and I bucked hard, almost lifting off the bed.
My breath staggered in my throat, rushing out in ragged pants. I kept watching him, unable to take my eyes off how his mouth devoured me. His strokes were long and lazy, his tongue rolling over my clit in a slow dance. Tremors raced through my body. Then his teeth clamped down on the bundle. The delicate friction caused my thighs to clench around his head.
