Pleasure is what I am, who I am. I’m its conductor, a virtuoso. I know what my partners love before they do. And that’s what makes me uniquely qualified to bring Simone to orgasm over and over again, even while she’s trapped and bound, even while she deals with one of her worst fears.
I give her one last quick grin before taking her nipple between my lips. I nearly grunt at the flavor that hits my tongue—it’s even better than I imagined, and I spent an obscene amount of time fantasizing about how every part of her tastes and smells.
“Az!” she gasps, trying to arch up, but thwarted by my ropes.
“Just like that, little fairy,” I murmur, moving to the other nipple. “Let me pleasure you.”
I don’t even notice when I started grinding my pelvis against the bed, the friction against the inside of my pants not nearly good enough when I have Simone’s sweet pussy so close. But my dick will have to wait—this is about Simone, about taking care of her body and mind. About making her trust me with her pleasure so I can introduce her to so much more.
With that in mind, I let my hands wander over her bound body,alternating between sucking and nibbling on her nipples while my fingertips explore every dip and curve. It’s not until she’s panting with need, her desire a tangible thing in the air, that I move down again, heading to where she needs me the most.
“I can’t take this,” she complains, her head—the only thing that isn’t immobile—thrashing left and right on the mountain of pillows behind her. “You’re killing me, Az.”
“I know what you need, little fairy. And I plan on giving it to you until you beg me to stop.”
I trail the backs of my fingers over the soft, bound skin of her thighs, enjoying the sight of her soaked pussy, open in front of me like a feast. Settling between her spread legs, I get to work on driving her insane. I touch her with purpose this time, my fingers parting her velvet-soft folds, petting her throbbing clit, exploring her sopping wet entrance.
“Please, Az,” Simone whispers, making me smile.
“I’m not sure what you’re asking for, Simone,” I drawl. I know very well what she needs, but I want to hear her say it. Better yet, I want to hear her scream it.
“Damn you,” she gasps when I penetrate her with one finger, unerringly hitting that spot that will always have her see stars. “I need you to m-make me…”
“Make you what, my fairy?” I tease her. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Putain de merde!” she screams. “Stop teasing me and make me come!”
I chuckle, adding another finger. “As you wish.”
While Simone moans in relief, I lean in and take her clit between my lips, giving it the same treatment I gave her delicious nipples.
“Az!” she yelps, the ropes straining as she tries to move. She’s about to learn just how inescapable this is.
“Do you like this, Simone?” I murmur against her pussy, my fingers twisting inside her. “You like having me between your legs?”
“Yes,” she gasps, surprising me with her honesty. It spurs me on,making me thrust faster, suck on her clit harder, swiping my tongue against it. I’m determined to make her have the best orgasms of her life.
“Have you ever squirted?” I ask as I come up for air I don’t need. Simone’s lips are slightly parted, her gray eyes round as she hesitantly shakes her head. “That’s a shame. Mortal men are incompetent when it comes to orchestrating their partners’ pleasure.”
“And you’re not?” she asks me breathlessly.
My grin is so wide, my cheeks hurt from it. “Oh, darling. I invented pleasure.”
I use a modicum of my power to wrap her in a sensual haze. It’s champagne, it’s chocolate and strawberries, it’s oysters, it’s the soft touch of a feather, and the most expensive perfume. Simone’s skin flushes, her pussy growing wetter around my fingers, her heart a rapid tattoo in her chest.
“Oh mon Dieu,” she gasps, her head falling back, the only part of her body she can control. “What are you doing to me?”
“Everything, my little fairy,” I say darkly. “I’m doing everything to you.”
With consummate skill, I bring her to the edge of orgasm… then let her hover on the edge.
“Merde!” she shrieks, trying to wiggle and failing. “You are an evil angel.”
If only she knew. I’m no angel at all. And now is not the right time to reveal my true identity.
I laugh at her frustration, her cheeks glowing red, her eyes wild and narrowed. “I think you deserve to orgasm now, Simone, don’t you?”
“Oui… vilain ange.”
