Page 77 of Crave Me

“You’re taking that away from me.”

For a moment, I frowned. “Are you saying yellow? Remember, I only have as much power as you allow me to have, Chloe. I’ll make everything worth the loss of seeing me.”

She inhaled a breath that pushed her breasts up, her aroused, pink nipples calling to me before she exhaled. “It’s okay, sir. I’m ready.”

I no longer was. Her nipples distracted me and I bent over her, flicked one with my tongue and tugged on the other.

“Oh, crap.” She groaned, arching into me.

I couldn’t stop. The taste of her was addictive. Licking and sucking her nipples deep into my mouth, I worshipped her.

“Someday I’ll put clamps on these and drive you crazy.”

“Please.”

She continued arching, her hips lifting, her back bowing off the table. Her wrists pulled on the cuffs and the metal jangled. I released one nipple from her mouth and pinched both of them, squeezing them between thumb and forefingers. I tugged gently and focused on her response. Her glazed over eyes, the part of her lips as she panted for me. And then I pulled, I lifted her nipples and squeezed them hard until she moaned loudly, like she was close to coming already.

When she was skirting the edge of pain without pleasure, I let them go, and she shifted, moaning as feeling rushed back into the hardened points.

“Holy crap, sir,” she breathed, the hint of ache in her eyes clearing.

I placed the blindfold over her eyes and brushed my lips over her parted ones. “The darkness will heighten everything you feel. Concentrate on me.”

“Always,” she whispered.

I walked back to the edge of the table, between her spread legs. She jumped as my hands covered her knees, goose bumps flared on her legs. I didn’t wait any longer. Her pussy was dripping, the tangy scent of her arousal filling the air. I breathed her in and then I ate her with abandon. Slow, teasing circles around her clit, my fingers gently sliding in and out of her pussy. She was hot and swollen and writhing against the table as much as she could.

“I’m so close.” She gasped.

“Beg me, sub.”

“Please, please Simon, let me come, sir. Please.” She pleaded repeatedly and I continued flicking her clit with my tongue, driving her crazy and when her legs quivered, signaling her orgasm was near, I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit.

Her orgasm took her and she screamed my name, suffusing me with pride. Me. I did this. Another man would never do this to her, not like I could. Just as she began to settle, I moved my fingers from her pussy and tugged on the plug.

“Oh God.” Her head shook back and forth wildly. Her messy, knotted hair burst free.

I dove in again, ate her and teased her, pushing and pulling on the plug until another orgasm started and as she was at the peak of it, fingernails digging into the edge of the bed, I yanked the plug from her, sending her so far into oblivion, I was surprised her screams didn’t shatter glass.

“Hold on,” I told her, pressing my lips to her stomach and up to her breasts. My hands ran up and down her ribs. I fondled her nipples before letting go to slide on my condom.

Sheathed, I kissed her stomach more. Her thighs, the inside of her knee down to her calves. I bathed her with my tender kisses because I couldn’t stop memorizing the taste of her and the feel of her.

How in the hell was I ever going to give her up?

I gripped my cock with one hand and placed it at her opening.

“Do you have more in you?”

She shook her head. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her hairline. I liked that. I liked knowing how worked up she got from me. She might have researched the lifestyle, played a bit with her vanilla boyfriends, but I was the first person she surrendered to.

“No. I can’t.”

“You can,” I assured her, pressing the tip of my dick right at her opening. “Trust me to take you there.”

“I always trust you, sir,” she whispered. “Always.”

She’d said that repeatedly. But it always came out sounding like she hated it. Who could blame her? She went into this knowing she already had a crush on me and I was continuing to take everything from her.

But we were equal. As I pushed my dick inside of her, not pausing until I was fully seated before giving her time to adjust to my thickness, the realization hit me.

She’d stolen my heart when I wasn’t looking.

Which really gave me only one option.

I took her slowly. I kneaded her soft round ass with my hands, held her still, and took my time. I didn’t fuck her. She was bound and blindfolded, legs propped on stirrups, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t just fucking her; I was loving her the only way I knew how. I enjoyed every movement, the sight of her, the feel of her. I took everything I could, because in the end, I couldn’t keep her.

When she came again, I plunged deep into her and groaned as my ejaculation filled the condom. She went limp beneath me, her skin flushed and heated as I roamed my hands all over her petite and firm yet perfectly curved body.

Despite my dick screaming at me to choose her, I had to end this. I had to take a gigantic leap backward before we found ourselves in a mess we couldn’t dig out of.

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