Page 57 of Sadist

“Maybe,” I said, tightening the buckle until it was firm. “If you have the energy after I’m through with you.” I gave her a wink. “But I don’t think you will. Sit on the bed, my love.” The words had their intended effect, and I watched the conflicting feelings on her face in amusement.

She swore under her breath, moving to the bed and perching on the edge. I stooped to grab the hidden chain tucked under the mattress at the foot of the bed, stretching across to grab her armand tug her flat, and she glared up at it as if it had offended her. I clipped the chain to her outstretched arm, then moved to the head to secure her other arm.

“You just have…chains…on your bed…just in case?” she asked. “How many people do you bring back here,Theodora?”

“Jealousy?” I crooned, rounding back to her side and enjoying the view. She was stretched out across the bed—her arms stretched between top and bottom. “I haven’t been a nun, Octavia. But I don’t usually bring people here.”

Crossing back to the drawer, I grabbed the two coiled lengths of rope that were new additions. I wanted to take my time with her. Enjoy her. Taste her until I would never forget what she felt like on my tongue…but the little minx was impatient.

It only took me five minutes, and a lot of curiosity from Octavia, to have the beautiful latticework of knots up her legs that had them bent, spread wide, and securely tied to each end of the bed…and then I had to take a moment to gather myself at the sight.

I ran my fingertip up her bound thigh, the muscle beneath it flexing as she shifted and tested the rope.

“Oh, no,” I murmured, giving her a wicked smile. “No, Sweets. These are staying until I am very…very satisfied.”

She was already drenched and getting wetter by the second, and I let my gaze linger on that beautiful sight as my finger travelled along her incredibly soft skin.

Crossing back to the drawer, I took out a selection of toys, throwing all but one on the bed next to her with a smirk. I clicked the small vibrator on, finding the setting I wanted as I lowered myself to my knees and kissed her clit, laving my tongue over it once as she jolted and gasped.

Fuck she tasted incredible.

I had to force myself not to just keep licking and sucking her delicious pussy for the next few hours until she couldn’t take itanymore, but I wanted to see her beg…and I wasn’t controlled enough to stop when I had my mouth on her.

She swore as I touched the tip of the vibrator to her, running it round and round her clit in small circles as her breathing kicked up.

“I could do this every day for the rest of my life and never get bored,” I murmured as she began moving against the restraints, her fingers gripping the chain so hard her fingertips were white. I bent and licked her again, the breath she had been holding exploding from her lungs as I began the slow, teasing circles again.

“I need more,” she gasped on a moan, her hips rolling against the movement of the vibe.

“No,” I said, nipping her sharply on the thigh.

She cried out, and I blew softly on the bite, waiting for the sting to pass before I returned the toy to her clit, taking her to the edge again before halting it with another bite.

After the fifth climb, her body began to shake. “Theo,” she gasped.

“Yes?” I asked, replacing the vibe with my mouth again, just to kiss her lightly.

She made a choked sound, her hips chasing my mouth as I pulled away.

“Don’t stop.”

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” I chided, teasing her entrance with the tip of the vibrator before sliding it back up.

“Come on baby, you can do better than that.”

She shuddered, dragging a breath in, then cried out in frustration as I took it away again.

“Please.”

I huffed softly. “Is that all you’re going to give me? Maybe you need a little encouragement.”

I unclipped her hands, sliced the ties on the ropes, and flipped her, her legs still bound in a wide kneel as I dragged her to the side of the bed and laved her with my tongue a few times, then sank it deep inside her as I teased her with the vibrator. I took her to the edge that way, over and over, always stopping at the telltale flutter of her walls around my tongue to blow gently against her and bring her back down.

I had her writhing, sobbing my name. But still, it wasn’t what I wanted, and I kept her on that edge mercilessly.

She let out a frustrated growl as I pulled back again, and I slapped away her hand as she reached between her legs, desperate to come.

“Please,” she breathed, panting hard. “Please, Theo. Please let me come. It’s too much.Please.”

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