I pushed up on my elbows, my heart hammering as she stripped off her underwear and pulled open a drawer, dug for a moment, and then pulled something out. My stomach flipped at the sight, curiosity tangling with nerves.
She glanced back, her mouth curling into a smirk. “Bought this recently,” she said casually, as if she had not just pulled out something that stole my breath. “I did not think I would get to use it at all… but then you came along.”
Gosh, she was so blunt.
My eyes widened as she stepped closer, the object catching the light. I knew the shape of it...
“What is that?”
Her grin deepened as she set it on the bed beside me and leaned down, her lips brushing my ear.
“It is a strap, baby. A way for me to fuck you slow, deep, however I want. To take you apart inch by inch until you are begging me to stop, even though stopping will be the last thing you can bear.”
A shiver ran through me as my fingers twisted in the sheets. Innocent or not, every nerve in my body screamed yes.
She slid lower, her hands pushing my thighs apart until I was open beneath her. Her stare lingered on me, dark and hungry, before she pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee, then higher. Each kiss was slow and cruel in how close she came without touching me where I ached most.
By the time her mouth finally reached where I ached the most, I was trembling. The first stroke of her tongue sent a cry tearing from my throat, my back arching clean off the bed.
“That’s it,” she murmured against me, the vibration making me jolt. “You’re so responsive, and it’s all for me.”
I whimpered, clinging to the sheets, but she didn’t let up. Her tongue circled me, slow and lazy, before flicking quickly. The contrast made my legs shake, my body unsure whether to escape or beg for more.
“Mar…ley,” I gasped, but she only hummed, her mouth working me harder, her fingers pressing at my entrance.
The slide of one finger inside me was a shock, tight and unfamiliar, but her tongue never stopped, licking me through it, coaxing me to open.
“God, you’re tight,” she groaned. “I can feel you clutching me already.”
Another finger followed, stretching me wider. I cried out, half pleasure, half nerves, but her mouth was relentless, sucking me until my thighs clenched around her head.
“You taste so sweet,” she rasped when she came up for air, lips glistening. “I could eat you for hours.”
Heat tore through me at her words, and when she lowered her mouth again, faster this time, my control shattered. My hips lifted wildly, chasing her tongue, while her fingers curled inside me until I saw stars.
The orgasm ripped through me, sudden and overwhelming. My cries spilling into the dark. I shook beneath her, broken open, my body gripping her hand as wave after wave rolled over me.
But she didn’t stop. Her mouth and fingers carried me through it, dragging every last sound from me until I was thrashing and begging, until I was reduced into a babbling mess.
“Please… Marley, I can’t, I need?—”
She lifted her head, her lips slick with my essence, her smile wicked. “Say it.”
“I need…I want... you inside me,” I panted, my chest heaving.
Her gaze sharpened. “Say that again.”
Shame and hunger warred inside me, but I couldn’t hold it back. “I want you inside of me. I want you to have all of me, the parts I’ve never given anyone.” My voice cracked. “I want to give you everything, and I don’t even know what that means; I just know I’ll break if you don’t take it.”
Her eyes softened then, something vulnerable flickering beneath them, like she hadn’t expected me to lay myself that bare. For a moment, she just stared at me and I saw her swallow hard. Then her laugh slipped out, vibrating through me as she reached for the strap lying on the bed. She took her time strapping it on, adjusting the harness, her eyes never leaving mine. Watching her do it made me tremble, anticipation twisting into a tight knot of need.
“You see this, princess?” She stroked the length slowly, letting the leather creak. “This is how I’ll take you apart. Slow and deep, until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
I swallowed hard, heat rushing to my face, to everywhere.
She climbed onto the bed, pushing my thighs wider with her knees. She guided the head of it against me, sliding it through my slick folds but not pressing in. I whimpered, my hips chasing it, desperate.
“So needy,” she drawled. “Begging without even realizing it. Do you know what you look like right now? My sweet innocent princess, spread wide, dripping, and ready to be fucked.”
