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Did I want to see?
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, surprised at the low, sultry tone of my voice.
He led me into the bathroom, my hand still locked behind my head, until I was situated in front of the mirror above the dresser. My eyes closed a moment before I saw myself. I took a deep breath.
“Look at how incredible you are,” he whispered in my ear. I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my form. My mouth hung open, my jaw slack, as I saw myself. My arms behind my head forced my small breasts to jut out, but that wasn’t what had me in awe. It was the rope. The dark green rope was a stark contrast against my pale skin as it crossed over my chest in the shape of a star. The pattern was simple, yet felt incredible as it pulled my breasts tight, digging into my skin just enough to give me a feeling of being bound. But unlike the restricting, fear-filled feeling having my hands and legs bound had given me, this was something else. This was a pressure that held me down.
“How does it feel?” he whispered against my ear, standing behind me with his hands lightly moving over his ropework.
“I don’t have words,” I whispered, still looking at myself in awe.
“Try, vixen. I need your words,” he urged me, his lips brushing over the back of my neck as he spoke, moving my hair to the side as his hands moved over my body slowly.
“I feel pressure,” I whispered, my breath coming faster as his hands cupped my breasts, his fingertips tweaking my nipples slowly.
“Emotional or physical?” he asked, his lips trailing along my shoulder. I wanted to melt into him, to release my arms and just sink into the feeling.
“Physical. But it’s not bad. It’s like…” I trailed off, words failing me as one of his hands moved down my stomach towards my core. I watched his progression, felt his eyes on me as he neared where I wanted him most.
“Give into it, vixen. Relax,” he urged. “Spread your legs.”
I widened my stance, opening up for him as his fingers slid along my wet slit.
“Eyes on mine, vixen,” he purred in my ear, one arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me to him as his fingers slid between my folds and found my nub. My eyes found his in the mirror. The sheer desire that met my gaze took my breath away.
“Don’t look away,” he commanded. His fingers swirled and flicked over my clit, making my legs tremble. I wanted to collapse into him, but I held myself steady, taking the onslaught of his pleasured torment.
“You feel so good against my fingers. So slick. So wet,” he murmured, his fingers dipping lower, sliding into my tight core.
“I want to touch you,” I keened as his fingers worked magic between my thighs.
“No,” he commanded roughly. That tone made me ache low in my belly.
“Please,” I whimpered. I needed him. I needed more.
His hands left me abruptly, one hand fisting in the gathered ropes at my back, tugging roughly as I gasped and moved with him.
“Come,” he ordered, pulling me back towards the bed. He pushed me back onto the bed, situating me in the middle, against the pillows, as he loomed over me.
“It’s time to play, vixen.”
CHAPTER18
GIDEON
She looked better than I could have imagined. The dark green ropes against her skin were a perfect contrast, just as I had thought they would be. I watched as she lay against the pillows, her breasts rising and falling, the ropes pressing into her skin and making them jut forward enticingly. I leaned down over her, my lips wrapping around one pert nipple as she arched into my tongue’s touch.
“Arms above your head. Keep them there,” I ordered in a near growl. She immediately obeyed, which pleased me to no end. Her body bowed back against the bed, making her arch into my mouth. She gasped as my teeth grazed her sensitive nipples, one by one, teasing her.
I kissed my way down her body slowly, spreading her legs and making room.
“I need to taste you,” I growled against her lower lips, kissing her lightly right on her slick slit. Her legs widened further as she moaned loudly. My tongue dipped into her folds, tasting her essence with long, languid laps and flicks. The nub of her clit swelled as I wrapped my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth. I flicked at the turgid tip, making her writhe beneath me.
“Sir,” she groaned, her thighs squeezing around my head as she trembled. Yes, this was what I wanted. I wanted her to fall to pieces before me, under my touch and under my control.
“Yes,” I groaned against her luscious cunt. My fingers drove into her warmth, guiding her orgasm nearer and nearer as my tongue wreaked havoc on her swollen clit. Her back arched clear off the bed as it crashed over her. Her thighs squeezed around my head, but I did not stop. Not for one moment as I re-doubled my efforts. I flicked and sucked, fingers thrusting rapidly as I did not allow her a moment’s rest. One orgasm rolled into another, each one crashing and plummeting her further into heavenly bliss.
I sat back on my heels, my face drenched in her cum as she panted out heavy breaths.
