Page 55 of Crave Me

He stopped at a door, the red light on next to the doorway indicating it was empty.

Then I was being thrown backwards. I gasped again right before I landed on a firm bed.

“What?” I asked again and was interrupted by his hand at my mouth, his eyes inches from mine. The room was dark, muted light coming from one side, just enough to catch the intensity in his eyes.

“If you speak again, you saypleaseandsir, that’s all, do you understand?”

I nodded frantically against his hand.

“If you disobey, I will deny you the orgasm you’ve already begged for.”

My eyes flashed and I squirmed beneath him. Through my covered mouth, I cried, “Please.”

He pulled back, removing his hand from my mouth and grabbed my hips. He yanked me to the edge of the bed so quickly, I dug my heels in to keep from falling off the edge.

And before I could beg or plead or do anything, he feasted.

His warm breath hit my exposed pussy right before his mouth descended, and he didn’t start slowly. He ate and sucked, nibbled on my clit. His fingers and tongue and mouth devoured me like he needed nothing more than the taste of me in his mouth.

“Please!” I shouted, my fingers digging into the tight covers beneath me. I couldn’t gain purchase. He grabbed my ass, fingertips dug into my backside, lifting me off the bed. I could do nothing except take everything he was giving me, and it was glorious.

I was bound by nothing yet completely at his mercy.

Fire shot down my spine, spread through my hips, and as I cried his name, “Sir!” my orgasm claimed me, took me under. Explosions burst behind my closed eyelids and my body shook as he continued eating me, tasting me. He sucked on my clit, bit it to the point of pain and the whole time, my hips vibrated with my climax.

“Sir,” I begged. It was too much. Too hot, too cold, too harsh, too soft. He ignored my plea, my gasp of his name on my breath, and slid his tongue around my clit, slowing down and building another orgasm at the same time.

“You’ll come again, and then I’m taking you out of here, where you’ll spend the night with me, doing everything I want you to.”

“Please.” I nodded frantically. I shook my head, hair falling over my face, blocking my sight of him. “Sir, please.”

His head dipped back down. He’d taken off his glasses, but his eyes stayed on me while he sucked my clit. Fingers pressed into my pussy and he pushed them in and out, harshly, quickly, slowly. Every brush of his skin against mine, every swirl of his tongue around my clit, heated me. I was a trembling sweaty mess.

My heels dug into the mattress again, slipping before they fell off the edge of the bed, and then I was only held by his hands on my hips and the change in position, the loss of any control I had, dissipated.

When my orgasm hit me a second time, I screamed his name, “Simon!” so harshly I was surprised glass didn’t shatter. The bed trembled beneath as I shook and his mouth was gone.

He stood, holding onto me before gently laying me back to the bed.

He rolled me over, my body still vibrating. His hands ran soothing circles on my back, massaging it from the position he’d held me in, and then he was at my shoulder, my cheek, pressing soft kisses.

“Rest for a few minutes. Then we’ll go.”

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With his hands on my shoulders, I awoke, heavy eyelids fluttering open.

Simon’s smile was gentle and kind. His blue eyes softened as he gazed down on me. He’d brought me to sitting, my legs over the side of the bed. “You passed out,” he said. “You okay?”

“I feel like I’m on a cloud.”

“Subspace. You hit your second orgasm and passed out immediately. You’ll need to drink orange juice to help with the adrenaline crash.”

My limbs were warm and heavy.

His callused hands massaged my bare arms. “Lift your arms,” Simon said. Cool fabric from my dress grazed my skin as he dressed me.

I allowed it, too relaxed and sleepy to move.

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