Page 254 of Chandelier Sin
He stepped back. “Let me show you what I mean by that.” He led me toward the St. Andrew’s Cross, raising my arms and locking a cuff around a wrist. “In order for you to respect my ability to determine your punishment, you must surrender completely.”
Raising my other wrist, I let him secure it also so that I was standing naked against the cross.
His hands caressed and explored my body with artistry, expressing his desire for me, taking his time as though making up for all the times we couldn’t touch, couldn’t show affection.
We shared a knowing look, appreciating this moment.
“You’re doing this for you?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” I said, smiling brightly.
He narrowed his gaze on me, back in dominant mode, making me breathless.
Using intricate maneuvers with the whip, he conveyed a compelling narrative filled with emotion through his movements. He articulated what we both needed to feel, lifting the tension and at the same time playing with it.
Within five minutes, we found our synergy, a magical connection that went soul deep.
When he again peered between my thighs and eased apart my labia, I shuddered with the promise of pleasure, welcoming the caress of his whip as he executed clit play with a choreography of flickering. Flawlessly snapping it against me, his gaze held mine as he did it, conveying a sense of unity.
God, I’d never been this turned on before.
He traced his fingers along my sensitive flesh and eased two fingers inside me. “Good, you’re soaking wet. This pleases me.”
Then he sunk his fingers deeper.
My moans echoed around us as he finger-fucked me slowly, resting his thumb on that swollen nub and flicking slowly in unison with the pounding of his fingers inside me, taking me right to the edge.
Then he withdrew his hand and stepped back.
I shuddered at the sudden loss of his touch—it was cruel and harsh and deliciously teasing.
He stalked around me, scraping a leather whip around my body, pursuing excellence in the way he made me feel, bringing my skin alive.
Already high from this mind-blowing dance, I was dedicated to refining every nuance of our session, developing this remarkable bond.
Riding the high of my arousal, I marveled at his skills that complemented pleasure with streaks of pain, heightening the spellbinding sensations.
He stepped forward and suckled on first one breast and then the other, curling his fingers and brushing them around my nipples. Capturing my tits between his fingers, he tweaked and twisted until I became a writhing mess, stunned by the shock of pleasure that went shooting down to my sex.
It was the way he traced his firm hand over my belly and circled there, bringing pleasure to that area, too. And how he reached behind me and squeezed my ass cheeks firmly. Slapping them now, he was bringing a continuous shock of pleasure to each cheek as he ignited a passion within me that I only ever felt with him.
He ran his tongue along my jawline and across my ear fervently, his kisses gliding toward the shell of my ear. He nipped my earlobe, bringing a stab of awareness, then slid towards my neck where he suckled hard, causing me to swoon.
I was being molded by his hands into something more beautiful, more sacred, taking me from shiny toy to a rare and remarkable creature.
This was our space, our time, our moment to shimmer and shine and be all we were destined to be. A bonded couple who’d walked the path of terror and come out the other side even stronger.
When he knelt before me, it was easy to recall that time we stood in the room beside my husband’s office, where he went down on me that very first time, lavishing me with such affection, bringing my pussy to life and shocking me awake. Showing me how good it could be.
How goodwecould be.
And this time was no different. He knelt and targeted my clit with his tongue, lapping and flicking and swirling me there with the profound gift of knowing how much pressure was needed to tease and caress the throbbing nub.
He devoured me, worshipping me the way a real man takes his woman and marks her as his own.
Claiming me.
Bound and beholden to him, I let go, allowing this sex god to take full control of me, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
