Page 66 of Resisting the Temptation
I stand at my bedroom door and listen for a minute to see if she’s moving around the bathroom in the hall, and when I hear nothing, I open the door and walk to the kitchen. I pop the bottle I need in the microwave so it’s nice and warm, then I make my way to the guest room door.
“I’m coming in, honey,” I call out before I slowly open the door.
I’m pleased to find Emma followed my directions. Her clothes are neatly folded on the dresser, and she’s laying in the middle of the bed with her eyes closed. Her chest heaves with every deep inhale, her perfect breasts tempting me to take a bite. I want to cover them in my marks, leave her with reminders of our time together for days to come.
I pad across the room to the closet, opening the drawer that holds the brand-new toys I bought specifically for Emma. I pull out a vibrator, nipple clamps, and the fuzzy pink handcuffs that I couldn’t resist. They reminded me so much of her vibrant personality I had to get them.
I take everything over to the bed, and Emma’s eyes open, sparkling with interest when she sees what I’m holding.
I hold up the nipple clamps. “Do you know what these are?”
“Nipple clamps, Sir.”
I hum. “Yes. Have you ever used them before?”
“No, Sir.”
A slow grin makes its way onto my face. I like that this is another first of hers I’ll get to have.
I hold up the handcuffs. “Hands above your head,Dulzura.”
She complies, putting her wrists together above her head. I climb up so I’m straddling her waist and situate the cuffs over her wrists. These look more like leather wrist cuffs than handcuffs, lined with a fuzzy pink material so they aren’t as harsh on her delicate skin. They have a snap button that’s easy to undo in case she needs me to release her quickly.
I open the discreet compartment on the headboard that holds a lead with a clip that will trap her hands above her head.
Once she’s clipped, she gives an experimental tug.
“Are you comfortable?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
Satisfied with her answer, I grab the bottle of honey from where I set it on the floor by the bed. I hold her gaze as I pop the cap and drizzle the warm, thick substance on her collarbone, over her chest, and down her stomach.
She gasps as the honey hits her skin, and I tear my gaze away to watch the golden liquid slowly slide down her ivory skin.
I replace the cap on the bottle and toss it to the floor before leaning over to lick up the honey settling on her collarbone.
I groan when the flavor of Emma mixed with the sweetness of the honey hits my tongue.
“Fuck, Emma. Honey doesn’t even compare to your sweetness, but damn does it taste good on your skin.”
I lick the trail of honey down to the top of her tits, laving away the amber liquid and making her squirm. When I get right above her nipple, I suck hard enough to mark her skin, and she whimpers and moans at the sensation, squeezing her thighs together, seeking relief.
Knowing she’ll be wearing my mark around our coworkers, even under her clothes, fills me with pride. I want to leave one on her neck where they can see, but I know I can’t. Not yet.
I move my mouth to cover her nipple, swirling my tongue around the drops of honey on the hard little bud. Once it’s clean, I keep licking and sucking. I need to get it as hard as possible so I can use the clamps. Once her nipple is ready, I grab one end of the clamp and close it around the pink tip.
“Oh,” she gasps, arching into my touch.
I give the same treatment to the other nipple, making sure it’s stiff enough for the clamp to secure around it.
Once both clamps are in place, I give the chain connecting them a gentle tug. “How does that feel, honey?”
“So good, Sir,” she moans.
“Look at how lovely your breasts look,Dulzura.I think they’d look particularly stunning with jewels pierced here.” I tug on the chain again. “Or maybe some beads with my initials, hm? So everyone knows who they belong to. Every time you’d see yourself naked, you’d be reminded of who owns your pleasure.”
God, that thought is hot.
