Page 223 of Enthrall Shadows
“You will learn respect.”
“I will,” I whispered, yearning for his touch.
I was mesmerized by this different version of him, set alight by the profoundness of Chrysalis.
Henry brought back a miniature pinwheel and held it to my mouth, my tongue wetting the small tool.
With my nod of approval, he ran it along my jaw line, along my throat and then down between my breasts, a sting of spikes alighting the flesh it ran over.
“Let me see those tits,” he growled.
He yanked down the bustier, exposing me. Placing those blunted blades over my left breast, he circled them around my nipple, causing me to shiver and causing my nipples to bead with the bliss of its pinch. The sensations intensified as he moved it from one breast to the other showing a talent for a sensual tempo.
I was fully aroused and spellbound.
“Open your thighs,” he said. “Don’t you dare hide yourself.”
Leaning back, I spread my thighs for him, feeling strangely self-conscious about how wet he’d made me.
His nostrils flared at the sight of me, and he left me again to find another device.
The wait felt impossibly long.
The small metal wheel was replaced by a pink vibrator—one of the many jewels of this chamber’s collection.
As with the wheel, he expertly caressed my nipples with the rubber tip, running it around my areola and causing me to moan and lean forward before teasing my clit with the shuddering vibration furtively pressed to sensitive flesh.
For his grand finale, he ripped off the binds that secured me, lifted me out of the chair and sat down before pulling me onto his lap.
“May I?” I knew well enough to ask for permission.
With hooded eyelids he said, “Yes.”
I sat facing him, my thighs spread over his as I eased onto his impressive cock, sinking as far as possible so that he remained buried deep, pussy stretched wide as he impaled me.
“All this time I’ve been away from you,” he said. “Fuuuck.”
All I needed was this.Him.
“Promise you’ll let me protect you,” he said.
“If you like.”
“Come hard.” He sounded like the devil himself.
Already wantonly unhinged, I peered down and watched him press the vibrator against my clit.
I writhed upon him, leaning back and grinding into his lap, my mind going blank as I came, shaking violently as pleasure undulated through my being.
It was a blinding intoxication.
Hips rotating, I pounded him as though crazed, craving an eternal loop that would keep us here.
“I’m going to fill you,” he said gruffly.
“Yes, please.”
I rode him wildly as he bucked, desperate for his heat.
