His praise sends a rush through me and I feel myself growing wet between my legs. This is so hot. I love how much he wants me right now. Tears are streaming down my cheeks now and he yanks on my hair. My pussy is so wet, I can feel it leaking down my thighs.
“Get ready, baby… I’m going to cum so hard…”
He lets out a long, guttural groan and the next second, he releases into my throat. I quickly swallow his cum, savoring every drop.
He pulls me off his cock and yanks my face up toward his. When his mouth crashes against mine, I part my lips and his tongue sweeps in. Tasting me. Tasting himself. The kiss is rough and demanding. Grabbing the front of his shirt, I curl my fingers into the fabric and cling to him as he dominates me with his lips.
At length, he pulls back and stares down at me. I gaze up at him with a small grin. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, but the hunger hasn’t dimmed from his eyes. He tucks himself away, then stands, pulling me to my feet as well. Before I can say a word, he picks me up and cradles me against his chest. I laugh as he turns and storms out of the room without a backward glance, carrying me with him to the playroom.
When we get to the room, he crosses to the bed and sets me down on the mattress. Bending over me, he captures my lips in another rough kiss.
When he pulls back, he growls, “I want to try something new.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Say your safe word.”
“Pirouette.”
Smirking, he takes hold of my chin and kisses me again before murmuring, “Good girl.”
Straightening, he moves to the hidden panel, but instead of grabbing ropes, he takes hold of a silky-looking eye mask and some black leather cuffs. I blink, taken aback.
This is new.
When he reaches me again, he holds up the mask and slips it over my eyes. It’s soft and smooth, and everything goes totally dark.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m okay.”
He lets out a grunt of approval before taking my wrists and sliding them into the cuffs.
“Lay back,” he orders. “Put your arms over your head.”
Swallowing, I do as I’m told, stretching out and raising my bound hands. Jayce takes them and I hear a clicking. When I try to move my arms, I realize he’s attached me to the headboard.
“Still good?” he asks, dragging his fingers along my hip.
“Yes, sir,” I gasp, goosebumps breaking out along my skin.
He takes hold of my leggings and drags them down my legs, along with my underwear. My heart is pounding and the blood rushes through my veins, hot and fast.
I feel him moving over me, then he’s whispering in my ear, “Time to return the favor.”
The sound of buzzing fills the air.
“What…?” Before I can finish speaking, though, something firm and vibrating presses between my legs, right up against my pussy. I throw my head back and let out a cry, pleasure exploding through me.
Jayce runs the toy up and down my folds. I’m soaking wet, the sounds mixing with the vibrations and my moans. My hips arch and I writhe, unable to break away from the cuffs.
“I want you to cum for me, Starling,” he says, his voice rumbling. “Cum for me right now.”
As if my body was just waiting for permission, my orgasm bursts through me. Stars explode in my vision, momentarily blinding me as I’m pulled beneath wave after wave of pleasure.
I shake and buck, but Jayce doesn’t let up. He forces two more orgasms out of me before he finally shows me mercy. I’m left a limp, panting mess, so exhausted and satisfied, I can’t move a muscle.
He undoes the cuffs and removes my blindfold, then carefully scoops me back up into his arms.
