Page 163 of Chandelier Enthralled
Kicking off my shoes, I helped him peel off my T-shirt and shorts, sliding out of my underwear.
It was the way his warm hands swept over my nakedness as he circled me, stirring a burning sensation along my flesh, even though his touch was gentle.
“Show me your clit,” he said, his voice husky.
I froze, wide-eyed.
“Do it.”
Reaching low, I eased apart my folds, blushing wildly, second guessing my decision to do this, be this, and yet the rush was like leaping out of a plane—sudden and impossible to change my mind afterwards.
And I was falling, swooning even, as he clutched my hair and tilted my head up to meet his kiss. But he teased me, his lips close but not touching mine.
I jolted when one of his hands landed on mine, correcting the way I parted my labia, as though it wasn’t good enough for him, and this was his way of scolding me to improve my stance. With a thumb, he swept along my core and nodded with approval, having found me wet. That caress between my thighs felt unbearably perfect.
Cruel too, because he withdrew his hand to nudge my shoulders back, as he worked on correcting my pose.
“Like this,” he said. “If you want to be considered a good submissive.”
“I do.”
“Call me, sir.” His voice sounded husky with his own arousal.
“Sir,” I said breathlessly.
His hands brushed over me, his palms exploring me, cupping my breasts as he teased my nipples.
I turned my face away, feeling exposed, feeling the intensity of his gaze.
Then, when he squeezed my nipples I felt relief—he was tending to their craving for this, for his brilliant technique of playing with them.
When his hand gripped my throat, I shuddered.
What if I came too quickly? I was afraid of disappointing him, feeling unable to endure what I wanted more than my next breath, feeling desperate for my one chance with Greyson like this.
He knelt in front of me and caressed my thighs. “There’s going to be a lot of pleasure. I need you to hold on and ride the waves. Understand?”
“I’ll try.”
“Let me show you.” He leaned in and his tongue glided slowly over my sex.
Pleasure burst brightly into my consciousness.
Then, he pulled back and stared up at me. “If you come without permission, you will be spanked.”
I squeezed my thighs tighter, trying to hold off on a release after he dove back in, as if I was the only water in the desert, and without me he would die. His frenzied lapping, his hungry suckling, nearly pushed me over the edge.
“I’m close.”
He pulled away and stared up at me. “You’re very sensitive.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was merely thinking that if you were mine, I would need to fuck you all the time. I would make that my mission in life.”
“Oh, God,” I said, smirking.
“Find that funny?” He rose to his feet, showing a flash of anger. “Let’s see how you smile when I choke you with my cock.”
