Page 109 of Worth Loving You

My body was a remarkable thing, I was learning. It was beautiful enough to change a judgmental, egotistical, shallow man like Wyatt, and, the more I fell in love with myself, the more it helped bring me pleasure. As my self-worth grew, so did my control over how it moved during sex. The more I figured out how to maneuver, the more Wyatt wanted me. It was a cycle that was teaching both of us that weight was not a hindrance, it was a frame of mind.

His palm grazed the underside of my breast during one of his rotations. Dragging his touch as he circled again, his fingers roamed up my chest and over a shoulder to my back.

I sighed, shuddering, my skin breaking out in goosebumps. Right as my lids fluttered closed, his belt was looping around my neck, the snap of the leather startling when he yanked the strap to tighten it.

My heart lurched and plummeted, and I instinctively grabbed at it, but a swift slap to my ass had me stopping. Exhilaration and fear swirled my insides. I had come to crave that mixture, for it always resulted in some of the most amazing orgasms.

“Be still,” he breathed in my ear.

Trembling with anticipation, I licked my lips and pressed my palms to the outside of my thighs, quivering. I was already close to hyperventilating, my heart thudding in my ears.

“Good kitten.”

He tugged the belt, bending my neck. Holding my chin, he pulled my head to the side and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered, an explosion setting off in my soul. Every time he kissed me, I erupted with joy.

Ending the kiss, my bottom lip between his teeth, his gaze was peering intensely, his brows low. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a long, gold chain. Dangling it in front of me, I grinned, thinking he bought me a necklace.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered I was wrong, and the fright bubbled to the surface.

He meshed his chest to my back, letting the belt go so both hands could massage my breasts. Falling into the trance again, I sucked my teeth and shrank inward when something sharp and painful pinched my flesh.

Dropping my chin, I saw he had attached a gold circle to each nipple, the chain connecting them over the top of my belly. The loops had four spikes in them that he was twisting like screws, forcing the points further into the sensitive nubs.

I pulled in a jagged breath, sucking in my stomach and drawing my shoulders to my ears. “Ah, ow. What are—”

A swift slap to one of them stung like hell but made my clit throb.

“Quiet.”

He continued to adjust them until I was sweating, my pulse thumping in the tips. Any tighter and he may as well just pierce them.

Strolling to my front, he was smirking with satisfaction, admiring his work. Leaning over, he scattered a few kisses to my cleavage, held the chain between his teeth, and stood upright, glaring at me as the slack went taut and pulled my nipples.

My head swam, my knees quaking, “Oh, ahmm! Yes!” I purred, swaying toward him. How could that feel so so good?

Flicking his tongue out, the chain fell, and gravity pulled my breasts down, jiggling from the abrupt drop.

Wyatt traipsed behind me. “Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told, and his heat moved away. I heard the drawer open, and excitement hit me so hard, I squeaked and hopped from one foot to the other. A moment later, I heard the high-pitched screech of the tape and moaned, immediately putting my hands behind me, lining my forearms together.

“My kitten is such a good girl.”

He wrapped the tape around my wrists tightly, tearing it off from the roll. At the dresser again, he returned behind me. The belt tugged and I choked on an inhale, knowing better than to open my eyes.

“You ready for Daddy to fuck you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Down.”

A shiver undulating my spine, I sank to my knees on the corner of the bed, everything inside vibrating with excitement.

Shoving me forward, I bit back a yelp as I fell into my face on the soft mattress. He grabbed my hips and hiked them up, dragging my cheek over the sheets. I already knew to expect the spreader bar to be attached to my ankles, forcing my legs wide.

I was dying with anticipation. The setup was so erotic, by the time there was actual penetration, I barely lasted more than a few minutes. Thankfully, he lasted longer which threw me into a frenzy of multiple orgasms.

My head turned to face the slightly curved wall of windows, I had no idea what he was going to do to me tonight, but couldn’t wait. When I felt the cold steel of the chainmail, I lurched and cried out, squirming anxiously.