Page 166 of Chandelier Enthralled
“You are forbidden to come,” he said, lapping my sex, his tongue exploring every crevice.
I arched my back, wrapping my legs around him to demand more attention, keeping him in place.
God, how much I craved this man.
The man who possessed my clit…
In his realm, I became the hunted and he the hunter. Greyson, a sublime enigma who engulfed my every thought.
His mouth provided a frenzied pressure, licking and biting and suckling, igniting a feverish longing to be taken in a place like this.
It was like he was driven by an insatiable need, a boundless craving for me, too,
as though his pursuit was an all-encompassing symphony of torment and ecstasy.
I was close to exploding into a thousand pieces, close to letting go…
He peered up at me, lips wet from my arousal. “Willa, must I force a punishment?”
“I don’t understand.”
“This orgasm is mine.” He pushed my legs away and stood up. “There can be no misunderstanding.”
“Right.”
“Your first time in here, there are expectations.” He tilted his head with disapproval. “A standard to be met.”
Shaking my head, I tried to understand his meaning.
He strolled away and I spun around to see what he was doing, flinching when I saw the whip.
He brushed it against my flesh, the curl of the strap tickling as it stroked against skin.The quiet music settled around me, with the gentle flow of my thoughts and the rhythm of the tapping of the curl at the end. He pressed it between my thighs, light and fluid, and with one sweeping motion, the first thrust struck my sex.
The whip danced, twisting and turning as it glided across me.
The music changed to something sensual, as though even the soundtrack wanted us to fuck.
He walked away.
A bead of sweat trickled down my brow as I fell forward, caught in the cuffs, proof of my arousal snaking down my thighs. I felt the weight of the world lifting—this wasn’t just pleasure, it was freedom.
With a gentle coaxing, a whisper, he reassured me I was brave enough now, a mere moment away from intoxicating joy. Patiently explaining what was to come. What he wanted me to experience next.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt the pressure of a butt plug eased into my anus.
He soothed. “You are ready for it, trust me.”
The delicate flower of my body opened for it, bringing pressure, the sensations finally soothing me, bringing a fullness, the tender pleasure felt like a finishing touch to his preparation.
Even this chamber pulsed with life, each item carefully chosen, each a masterpiece of design, and there came a satisfaction he was using it for the first time with me.
Greyson strolled over to the other side of the room and turned around a tall frame and there before us reflected a mirror, revealing us in all our drama. Me strung up, him now stalking behind me, pressing his body to mine.
“Your cunt is about to be rewarded,” he said huskily. “But only if you completely surrender.”
With a nod, I told him I would, that I needed desperately to feel what he was promising.
Greyson reached around and eased opened my labia, his gaze rising and holding mine in the mirror.
