Page 39 of Midnight Legacy

“Take your clothes off, baby,” he said against my lips. “Show me what’s mine.”

I slowly slipped to the floor, feeling slightly shy even though he’d seen me naked constantly at the beginning since we were like randy rabbits at mating season.

Xavier sat in the chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand watching me.

“Slowly,” he instructed, his eyes never leaving me even as he sipped his drink.

My corset laced up the front, and I pulled the ribbon out with trembling fingers. There was something intrinsically erotic in removing your clothes for someone else’s pleasure.

“Play with your breasts,” Xavier instructed as the corset fell to the floor. “Make sure you tug your nipples the way I would.”

I’d masturbated before, but it never included breast stimulation. My fingers were hesitant at first, but when my eyes locked with his, I almost felt his energy flowing into me. I pinched and twisted my nipples, my teeth biting into my bottom lip.

“The skirt next,” Xavier said, his voice husky.

The tassel skirt attached to the bottom of the corset to form a dress. There was only a headband and the fibres that moved when I walked. It fell to the floor in a shimmering cascade, leaving me naked except my stockings since he’d ripped my panties earlier.

“On the bed, legs open. I want to watch how you touch yourself when you think about me.”

My eyes cut to the bed. No one had ever seen me do what he asked. It was always under the duvet with the lights off and my trusty vibrator in my hand.

“Bed,” he snapped. “Now!”

I scurried to the bed and was about to take my shoes off.

“The shoes stay on.”

The ceiling had a huge mirror over the bed, and I lay staring at myself with my legs spread wide and my fingers tentatively seeking the still damp flesh between my thighs. Xavier’s cum was still on my skin and I dragged in a steadying breath.

My clit was sensitive from the previous orgasm, and my ass still tingled from where he’d spanked me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on sensation alone. My fingers skimmed over my mound, dipping into the valley that contained my clit and opening. I drew small circles on my clit, my index finger dipping into my pussy every so often.

“Fuck, baby, you’re never going to get off like that.” His hand covered mine and he added pressure, pushing down on my clit before circling it. My hips jolted and my mouth fell open. My eyes flashed to the image above me of my husband in a perfect black suit, his hand guiding mine.

I was so close that I could feel my orgasm cresting toward me when he stopped. My gaze snapped to him in accusation. He shrugged. “You wanted to know what I was like as a Dom. My subs weren’t allowed to come unless I commanded it. I could keep them on edge for hours until they were pleading with me to let them come. On your feet, baby.” His hand around my wrist helped to drag me up.

He walked me backward with his hands on my waist. Xavier strapped my ankles, thighs, waist, wrists, and biceps to the square wooden frame that had a plus and multiply symbol melded together in a wooden star with cuffs attached. My neck was secured with a strap with Velcro on it. The control panel at the side allowed Xavier to manipulate the rack to whatever angle he wanted.

Xavier stood in front of me to survey his work, his head tilted slightly to the side. He turned on his heel and went to recover his glass, fishing an ice cube out with two fingers.

My spread legs wanted to clamp together to ensure it didn’t get stuck in my pussy again. His lips tilted up in a salacious smile at my reaction.

“It’s okay, this one is for outside use.” He caressed my skin with the ice cube, goosebumps rising where he touched. My nipples hardened and went numb as he held it in place. When he removed it, his mouth replaced it to suck hard. The cold and hot mixture made me moan in need. He did the same to the other nipple until I squirmed under his touch.

Xavier pressed the ice to my clit, and I gasped, my body trying to shy away from the cold sensation. He gently rotated it until I was freezing and numb. He fell to his knees, sucking my clit in between his teeth, his tongue flicking furiously.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my fingers opening and closing at the feeling he invoked.

His chuckle ripple across my flesh and I wanted to wrap my legs around him and hold his head right there.

“Uh uh uh. No orgasm for you just yet,” he admonished, pressing a quick kiss to my open lips.

I was sure that I was about to cry.

He pulled a lever and the frame moved forward. Xavier stepped behind me, the ice tracing over my spine and making me shiver. Xavier kissed every vertebra as he followed it down my back. My eyes fluttered closed as I relaxed into his touch and the feel of the ice. Without warning, he shoved it between my ass cheeks, my gasp echoing around the room.

“Clench and keep it in there, or my dick will show you another use for your ass.”

My teeth bit into my lips to stop me from crying out. I desperately tried to keep that ice in there even as it numbed my muscles. Xavier moved in front of me, his fingers skimming my clit.

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