Page 75 of Our Broken Pieces
The photographer leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
“Turn around.” I turn from him, and he says, “I love it when you wear ribbons in your hair, but I have a better use for it at the moment.” He gently removes it from my hair. “Lie down.”
I lie down on the settee and he stands behind me, running his hands down my arms, before grabbing my wrists and lifting them above my head. Then I feel him tie my wrists together with the ribbon. Excitement sparks in my stomach and my breathing picks up. I knew I was right when I saw those straps under his bed that day.
He walks back to face me, dropping to one knee, holding out the shoe. “If this shoe fits, I’m going to make you come.”
Even though he already put it on me during the pictures, I still hear a voice in my head screaming, “Dear God of all things holy, let this fucking shoe fit.”
He grabs my ankle, sliding the shoe on, then looks at me with a sly grin. “Ahhh, would you look at that? It fits perfectly.” He places the second shoe on my other foot, then brings my ass to the edge of the cushion. As he slowly runs his hands up my legs, he leaves a path of heat on my skin that makes it feel like it’s going to light on fire.
“Keep your hands above your head.”
“Okay.” I can barely speak.
He clicks his tongue, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “Say, ‘Yes, Charming.’”
Oh fuck.
“Yes, Charming.”
“I love it when you do as you’re told.”
With that, he lifts my skirt to my waist, and goddammit, he rips my panties off. Again.
“No more underwear, Gigi.”
“That’s the second pair you’ve destroyed.”
“And I’ll keep destroying them until you learn that when it’s our time together, you don’t wear panties. I want access to this pretty little cunt at all times.”
He slides a finger in and my hips buck. “Shit.”
“Say, ‘Yes, Prince Charming.’” His finger moves in and out of my pussy. God, his fingers are going to be the death of me.
“Yes, Prince Charming.” He hits my spot. “Fuck! Right there.”
He suddenly removes his hand, and I whimper, pouting. “The shoe fits. Don’t I get to come, Your Highness?”
“Well, Cinderella, I’ve been all through this kingdom, trying to find you. Now that I have, I intend to celebrate with a royal feast.”
Oh my God, this man. My chest is heaving against the bodice of the dress with his dirty words. I look down at him as he shifts closer to my center. “Then eat, Charming.”
He lowers his head, covering himself with my skirt. Then I feel the first swipe of his tongue.
“Holy fuck.”
He closes his mouth around my clit, and I lose control of my hips. I’m so turned on right now, I know this won’t take long. Pair that with the fact that I can’t see what he’s doing, and it makes every flick and swirl of his tongue even more powerful. I feel his hands move to the inside of each thigh as he spreads me wide open. He keeps moving his tongue around my clit, and my hips move faster.
This man didn’t lie. He is feasting on me like a man starved. Just when I think I’m about to come, he changes tempo, causing a buildup of intensity that I’ve never felt before. The way his fingers fill me, the way his tongue teases, I might just die right here. Then he suctions around my clit and I lose all control.
“I’m going to come, Charming.”
That earns a moan from him, vibrating against my clit, that sends me over the edge. My mouth opens, my eyes squeeze shut and my back lifts from the cushion as I start to come, my body shaking, my clit sensitive as fuck. But he keeps his mouth on me, slowing his movements as my orgasm wanes. When the last shiver runs through my body, I feel his lips against my thigh, light kisses placed all the way to my knee, then he lifts my skirt. He’s breathless and his hair is a mess.
“That was amazing,” I say, trying to slow my heart rate.
“You have no idea,” he says with a dirty grin on his face.
