Page 40 of Midnight Legacy

“You’re evil,” I muttered.

“This is tame, baby. You should be grateful I didn’t stick beads or a butt plug up there.”

I stood on my tiptoes to try and escape his insistent fingers, my ass clamped shut. The mood he was in, there was no doubt in my head that he would follow through with his threat and use tonight to introduce me to anal sex.

I hung helplessly as he poured whiskey down my body, his tongue following to lap it off me, ensuring that he lavished attention on where it pooled between my legs. He poured more between my breasts and followed it down my body again, stimulating me with every sweep of his tongue and brush of his hand.

“Zee,” I pleaded.

He glanced up at me from between my legs, a dark smile curving his full lips. “You want more?”

I wanted to run as fast as my ridiculous heels could carry me before I lost my mind.

He wandered to an inbuilt unit on the far wall, opening it to retrieve some items that he brought back to me. He held a bottle up. “This is an erotic massage oil that will heat you up since the ice has left you cold.”

He poured some of the gel on two fingers before rubbing it between my legs. It was cold at first, before slowly starting to heat until I was squirming. The ice between my ass cheeks clattered to the floor.

Xavier tutted and stare at it sadly. “What a pity. Your ass almost made it through tonight.”

I didn’t care about my ass anymore. I desperately needed that ice to put on my blazing pussy. The burn made me want to cross my legs because it permeated my nerve endings and made me want to mount Xavier and ride him until I exploded. I’d never felt anything like it before in my entire life.

“Zee…” I writhed, trying to find something to grind against for friction, but I was hanging here at his mercy.

He squirted some more gel on his fingers, and I whimpered when he rubbed it between my ass cheeks. It was worse than an itch that I couldn’t reach.

My heart fluttered at the look on his face. He reached for a black silk scarf to tie around my eyes. “Just feel me,” he whispered against my lips.

There was no escape, nowhere to go, and my body was slowly coming undone.

Something bristly prickled over my skin as Xavier swept it over my stomach. I jolted at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Easy, baby. I can’t use the full range of tools for abrasion since you’re pregnant. This allows your skin to be sensitive. It wakes up the nerve endings and opens your mind to pleasure.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“A loofah. Sometimes we use sandpaper or brushes, but tonight I just want to give you a taste.” He moved it in sweeping motions on the underside of my arms and under the orbs of my breasts. The sensation was unfamiliar at the start, but as he continued my body became accustomed to it.

He stopped and soft silk caressed me, making me moan. The contrast brought my flesh to life, my body wanted to bow toward the soft material, only I was strapped into the frame. The silk was more delicate than his touch, the fabric tickling and teasing me.

Next was a rough fabric that made me bite the inside of my mouth. The movement on the soft skin of my thighs made me sigh. I wanted him to rub it between my legs since the heat was still there, even though the abrasion diverted my attention.

“Zee,” I groaned, trying to arch my hips with no success.

He was pressed into me in an instant. “What do you want, baby?”

I didn’t know anymore. He kept taking me on journeys of discovery into my body that I never believed possible. “I…” I swallowed, my mouth dry. “I’m not sure.”

His husky laugh echoed on the over sensitive skin at my shoulder. “Then let me show you.”

Xavier glided something soft over me, tiny fibres caressing my flesh and surrounding my breasts as he brushed it over them.

A feather.

So soft that it made me whimper, he tormented my delicate flesh. Up and down, side to side, he stimulated me until I was bucking against my restraints. The feather trailed down my back and swished against my ass in a pretend spanking. After the previous stimuli that were rough on me, this was a balm that made me squirm. Pleasure and pain combined together to form a new emotion.

Everything was too much and not enough. My muscles were trembling from the ebb and flow of the tension and relaxation, my nerves burning from the way he coaxed a response from them. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Zing and zang, my body consisted of both as Xavier took me to the edge over and over again until I wasn’t sure what to feel anymore.

“Please…” It was either a plea or a denial, who knew anymore?

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