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And I was selfish.

Greedy.

I’d keep taking her orgasms until she couldn’t give anymore.

THIRTY-EIGHT

PEPPER

The vibrator was relentless.

My voice crescendoed beneath the merciless pleasure being forced on me. It was too much. I’d never experienced anything like this before, didn’t even think it was possible. I was constantly on the edge of coming, unable to turn away from it, unable to escape.

I was exactly where he wanted me to be.

Oh god, oh god.There was no rest. Even after two orgasms, the wand kept me on the cliff, all of my muscles tensing as the build up started again.

I was a slave to the pleasure, completely submitting to Salt.

The ropes squeezed my body. A never-ending pressure that made me feel like I was being held. I was grounded in the safety of them.

Salt’s tongue swept over my nipples, drawing another moan for me.

I couldn't hear him. I couldn't see him. I desperately wanted to.

But in the darkness, I could only feel myself and him. It was scary, but I knew I wasn't alone. I knew he was here with me. He would never let me go, would never leave.

Falling, falling, falling.Deeper down into the pleasurable darkness,every part of me consumed by flames.

My breaths shortened into pants. His calloused palms were rough over my hips, sliding over my skin and sending shockwaves of need through me.

Finally, he released the vibrator, allowing a few moments of relief. It still vibrated against my pussy, but wasn't as intense as before with his added pressure.

“I want to see you. Please. I want to see you so bad,” I begged.

All I received was a pinch. The pain bolted through me, dragging out a whimper.

But then his touch left me. I sucked in a breath, listening even though I couldn't hear anything. “Salt,” I cried. “Where are you going? Don't leave me.”

For a moment, full panic set in. The realization that hecouldleave me if he wanted to. He could leave me tied up like this all night, long, with a vibrator against my pussy until it was completely raw.

Until every last drop of pleasure was squeezed out of my body.

I blinked, opening my eyes only to see nothing but the black silk he’d put around my head.

“Salt!” I yelled. “Please. Please don't leave me. Please. Fuck, I need you.”

My nerve endings sizzled. Every wave of pleasure was growing more and more intense.

Begging became too easy. I whimpered again, torn between fear and lust.

“Please, please, please,” I whispered.

My orgasms belong to him.Everythingbelonged to him. He owned my body, my pussy, my mind, my heart.

I wasn't sure how many times I said please. I lost count. I kept saying it until my voice became ragged. The panic continued to grow, my entire body searching for his presence. I just needed him. I just needed to know he was here.

Please, please, please, please.

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