Page 22 of His Lucky Babygirl

“You’d ring with bells every time you moved. Chiming in every beautiful release.” His finger ran along the swell of her breast and her mind brought his words to life.

Hooking his finger in her top, he tugged the knot loose enough for her breasts to spill forward. Licking his lips, he kept eye contact, reading and waiting for her reaction.

Neither of them was interested in fixing it.

“Beautiful and helpless,” he whispered to himself, “It would be a privilege to watch you struggle with weighted tweezer clamps.”

Her core clenched at the thought. She wondered if he’d noticed her looking in the shop earlier. The urge to tell him was on the tip of her tongue when he stood and walked behind her.

Wes ran his fingers down her spine. “Mel, tell me to stop,” he whispered, crouching down behind her.

She stayed silent and adjusted her weight on her toes. She had to have heard him wrong. He wasn’t asking for consent.

“Oh!” Wes pinched her calf for attention.

“Melody Marie. What is your safeword?”

“B-banana pudding.” She gasped.

“Fuck, you’re adorable.”

His hands ran up the sides of her calves, pausing to rub circles with his thumb against the backs of her knees. His touch was warm against her fevered skin and she shivered craving more. His thumbs pressed into the strained muscles in her calves, and she sighed.

“Do you want to use it?”

“What!?” The cuff links rattled with her movement, struggling to see him over her shoulder with the angle she was bent.

He adjusted himself, the swell of his cock throbbed against the seam of his jeans, and she cursed the denim. “If you don’t use it, you’re mine until you scream.”

Melody groaned and her body shifted as she sagged against the restraints, giving into the predicament.

“Mmmmm, good girl.” Wes wrapped his hands around her thighs, grabbed the front of her legs, and pressed his face against the fabric of her bikini.

His nose pressed between her cheeks and he moved his tongue over her soaked bikini bottoms.

Wes’ tongue pushed them between the lips of her sex through the fabric and his fingers gripped her thighs harder, as if she could get away tied at his mercy.

Melody arched her back toward him, her surprised squeak echoed in the work space. “Fu-oh-fuc–Wes,” she hissed.

Bouncing on her toes she futilely tried to part her legs, her knees pressed against the metal stock. Melody was desperate to ease the ache inside of her. She bounced on her toes, struggling to part her knees. She bit her bottom lip and lowered her head. Her mind focused on his every move and touch.

He chuckled darkly at her whine. He mercilessly leaned in and blew between her spread thighs. She could feel everything through the soaked gusset of her bikini.

Melody’s mantra that this was only work and nothing more was replaced with the need for more of whatever this was.

Wes moved her bottoms to the side and exposed her heated sex. His tongue touched her exposed skin and every nerve in Melody's body ignited. His skilled movements explored every inch of her wet flesh, causing her to desperately try to buck against the restraints that held her back.

Gasping for air, she called out his name and felt his mouth close around her sensitive area. An intense surge of pleasure coursed through her body, making her stiffen and hold still in fear of disrupting his tantalizing movements.

But even as she fought to keep still, her body continued to react on its own accord, begging for more of his attention. The sensations were overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over her and pulling her deeper into a state of pure ecstasy.

The heat between them sizzled and intensified as Wes' tongue flicked against Melody's wet core. She gasped, her body longing for more as she struggled against the restraints holding her down.

His mouth closed around her clit, causing her to choke on an inhale as intense pleasure shot through her body. Her muscles tensed, afraid to move and break this incredible sensation. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she never wanted it to end.

“Wes…” Her voice was a desperate plea, her hips desperately bucking to his face. She panted his name with every stroke of his tongue, getting closer and closer to an elusive release. “Please…” she cried out, her voice shaking with need.

It was then that he pulled away, leaving her breathless and aching.

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