Page 66 of Love Beyond the Illusion
Obeying his direction, I raise my arms above my head, linking my wrists together. Jack kneels on the bed, bends over me, and clasps my hands in one of his palms. I tilt my head up, watching his every move. Jack loops his belt around my wrists twice, then threads it through the iron bars of the bed frame before tying it and buckling the loose end.
I suck a breath of air and, by reflex, yank on the leather bounding around my wrists. They don’t move. Panic creeps up my spine, but wetness pools between my legs. There is a contrast in both feeling and sensation that leaves me in utter shock.
“I knew you’d be a good girl,” he praises. I bite my tongue and remain quiet, watching Jack as he towers over me. “I’m going to blindfold you now,” he tells me. Again, I remain silent, entranced by his movements.
He places his black tie over my eyes, the smooth silk gliding across my skin. His two hands gently slip under my head to secure it in place. The world around me is dark. My pulse quickens, and my body involuntarily starts to tremble. Jack has taken away two of my senses, enhancing the remaining three. I hear the rustling of his pants as he lowers them to the floor.
“Jack?” I call him, my voice cracking.
“I’m right here, my love,” he reassures me, possibly sensing the panic in my voice. The warm sensation from his body climbing on top of me feels like a blanket of comfort. As my sense of smell enhances, I arch my back, needing to bathe in his scent.
The mattress dips slightly on either side of my shoulders, and then I feel his breath float over my mouth. My pussy starts throbbing before he even touches my lips. Craving him, I angle my head back, and even without sight, I easily find his inviting mouth. I push my lips into him, trying to get closer, but unable to lift any farther. Jack tastes my tongue for a few moments, then sucks on my bottom lip before pulling away.
I’m out of breath, desperate for him to come back. He trails down my neck onto my chest, nibbles each breast, and they harden under his wet kisses. Then, he circles my belly button, moving on to one of the thighbrows, then switching to the other. My legs shake more aggressively the closer he gets to my core.
“Oh god,” I moan in anticipation. Not based on what he’s doing but where he’s going.
“Every time you bent down in front of me with those little pajama shorts or that fucking bathing suit, I desperate to have you,” he mutters, grazing across my slit.
“I ached to have you down there just as bad.”
“Good.” Jack slips his tongue in, making me melt from the waist down. The pounding rain outside has now become a faint dripping like a leaky faucet as I drift into myself. Slow and deep, he buries his lips between my legs, nibbling and kissing my most sensitive area. I feel Jack tilt his head to get a better angle like he needs more. My eyes roll back of my head, hidden behind his tie and my legs start to shake when he quickly pulls away.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks into the crease of my skin.
“Yes,” I cry out, begging to feel any part of him.
Jack grips my hips and pulls them into the air. He positions himself between my widespread legs. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do that longer, but I need to fuck you right now. But don’t worry, I’ll be coming back for more.”
I moan once again, growing impatient. Without pause, he slides into me, filling me instantly. The sensation shoots from my clit, all the way up my spine, and settles with a tingling on the back of my neck.
My world is black.
I can’t see.
I can’t think.
I can only feel.
“Fuck.” His voice is low and hoarse, an addicting tone I’ve never heard come from him.
I’m completely helpless, forcing me to submit to the rhythm of his thrusts. I buck back, rolling my hips up, needing to get deeper. I imagine what he looks like on top of me, his chest bare, dripping with sweat as my legs drip with juices. His muscles flex as he stiffens, and his fingers grip deeply into my hips.
I sense him bend down and cage me in. I lower my back to rest on the bed, feeling the weight of his body on top of mine. I pull on my arms that are trapped in the belt above my head, frustrated that I can’t pull him close, that I can’t run my fingers along his body.
“Not yet,” he corrects in a low voice, thrusting harder. My ear tingles from his words. As if conducting a symphony made up of every part of my body, Jack directs me where to go while we move in sequence with one another.
As soon as I feel my body start to chase an impending orgasm, I clench my muscles, enjoying the way Jack slips in and out of me. “Jack, I’m about to come,” I squeak.
He doesn’t answer but picks up his pace. With every roll of his hips, my pussy vibrates harder, getting closer to my peak. My insides hum until I’m covered with a heat that consumes every inch of me.
“Oh god, Jack!” I yell, jerking my arms above my head, but they don’t move. My skin stings where the leather has been rubbing against it, which I’m sure is irritated and raw by now. Riding the aftershocks with me, Jack maintains his speed and rhythm.
But suddenly, his body stiffens on top of me, and he lets out a rough groan, slamming into the sensitive bud between my legs. Air is forced from the back of my throat, making me cough. Jack’s body is still twitching when he aggressively tears his tie from over my eyes and snatches the belt from around my wrists before throwing them both across the room.
My arms are sore from being held above my head for so long. Jack’s flared eyes meet mine, and their energy is so overwhelming that it breaks me down.
“How do you feel?” He scoops me up and brings me into his lap.
