Page 18 of Adore Me
"Lock up when our done," he calls over his shoulder and walks up the stairs. I am surprised that he isn't breathing heavy from carrying up the stairs; I'm not exactly a feather. When we get to the top floor he stops outside the bedroom and sets me down. Vincent spins me so I am facing away from the bedroom door and drops something over my eyes. "Do you trust me?"
Chapter 17
My insides and the outside of my body are shaking with anticipation that I nod. He pinches my ass cheek and I know that is his way of telling me to use words. I breathe out: "Yes."
Vincent ties something silky soft around my eyes and once it is secure, he grabs my waist to lead me backwards. "Can you see?"
Again, I want to nod but I know that a nod won't suffice. "No, I can't see anything. What is-"
I feel his lips fall on mine and his hands reach around my back to unzip my dress. "Don't question anything. Just feel. Feel me," he breathes against my lips.
My dress falls in a pool of fabric at my feet and I am so tempted to pick it up, so it doesn't get ruined. And just like that, the dress is forgotten when Vincent licks a trail down my neck to my belly button. Once he licks into my belly button, his hands grip behind my knees and I am airborne.
Gently, he places me on the bed, and I feel and hear him move away. I contemplate removing my shoes, but I decide against it. Coincidentally, they match my lingerie. Light music begins to play throughout the room and jazz sinks into me.
Vincent is back over to my side and he lightly trails his fingertips down my arms until he reaches my wrists. Ever so gently, he gathers them in either of his hands and pulls them up. With my sight nonexistent, everything that I am feeling, and hearing is intensified.
My breathing grew rapid and I felt my chest rise and fall faster. I want to ask questions so badly and I am pretty sure Vincent thought that too. "Shush, baby doll. Let me make you feel." He stretched my arms as far as they would go and something cool and soft touched my wrists. After Vincent tied something to each separately, I tried to move them.
Iknowhe would not do anything to hurt me, but waves of panic started to flood through me, and I started to fight the restraints. From the lack of mobility, I could gather that he secured each of my wrists in different slots from the headboard. My mouth fell open to protest, but Vincent laid on top of me. "Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just feel. Feel the pleasure that only I can give you. Do you want to stop?"
Part of me did but the other part of me wanted this. "No, sorry..."
He climbed off of me and then moved off the bed. When he came back, he gripped my waist and pulled up. Once I am off the bed enough, a pillow or a cushion is shoved there and then he drops me gently back down.
Ever so slightly, he trails a finger so lightly that it is almost invisible down my legs. Each finger goes a different track between running circles and then zig zags. My skin is so hot and tight that I feel as if I could bust out of it. At my ankles, individually, he picks up my left foot to place a kiss on the inside of my ankle then repeats on the other. Again, something very soft is wrapped around my ankles and then tied to the bed (process of elimination, at least I am pretty sure it’s the end bed frame).
Selfishly, I thrust my hips up so that he would pay attention to my center, which isbegginghim to play. In vain, I realize that this evening isn't about what I want him to do, so I plop back onto the cushion.
A gust of air flows through my section of the bed and then I feel Vincent at my side. "It’s okay, baby, don't worry." He drops a kiss on my lips, and I open them to get him to kiss me more, but he pulls away. I growl at him.
Something hot and wet dripped onto the cleavage of my breasts and I shrieked. Whatever it is, it’s not burn-your-skin-hot more like let’s get-you-hot-and-bothered hot. The liquid hardened on my skin making me even more wet if that were possible. My body... my skin... everything is super charged.
"Don't move," came the stern directions. I felt a cool metal follow the trail of the wax (I figured it out due to its hardening and scent) and tickle the valley between my boobs. The firstsnipI heard made me want to jump but I didn't. A few moresnipsand my boobs are spilling out from their confines. The scissors lightly traced from the bottom of where my bra used to be, down my belly until it reached my very expensive underwear. When the metal touched my highly sensitive skin on my mound, Vincent cut a little bit and then ripped. My lace thong didn't stand a chance against his determination.
Another trail of wax hit my chest and traveled down my stomach. I felt the heat from his mouth and then the wetness from his tongue shortly after. He licked down the track and then continued licking until he reached my sex.
"You have no idea how fucking sexy you are. All spread out..." his tongue dipped into my slit and I let out a scream, "waiting for me..." Vincent licked from the top of my mound through my intimate lips and down to my almost virginal hole. "Baby, this is so so sexy. Your pussy tastes so good." He licked again and I cried out. "What's wrong?" He teased me with his fingers and his tongue on my clit.
I am not opposed to begging. "Please... I hurt... help me," I whispered, and I thrashed my head from side to side.
Vincent placed his lips over my clit and sucked. My hips wanted to move but didn't. "Stay still," he whispered against me.
A cold wet liquid slipped over my secret hole and then he pressed his finger against it. "Push against the pressure," he advised as he took his mouth off from me. When my barrier is breached, I felt discomfort and extreme arousal. I whimpered when his tongue traced my clit and his fingers were working me in different holes. "Hold on," he whispers against me.
Vincent moved his finger out of my secret place and dribbled lube over my sex and it dipped down to my other hole. A cold a foreign object prodded at the freshly lubed spot and it slowly went in. I couldn't help my shriek as if pushed through every barricade that my almost virginal hole shot up. Once it was all the way in, the discomfort turned into pleasure and he took back up making love to my sex with his mouth.
Suddenly, the trail of the lube started to heat up and I moaned even louder. A vibration took place throughout my lower half and I couldn't help my scream as I got closer to my climax. His tongue worked me over and so did his finger.
"Oh shit!" I tried to fight against the restraints and when I couldn't I screamed again.
My sex grew cold as soon as his mouth left me and the only feeling I had been in my secret place. I am so close to orgasm that my thighs are trying to rub together to help end the ache. "No!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I felt his fingers grab whatever is in my ass. Vincent started to pump it in and out.
"No, no, no! You're not going to come for a while so stop your begging."
Tears flooded behind my blindfold. "Why can't I come?" I whimpered and I felt my lips quiver as my arms and legs fought more.
Something slipped over my ears and soft music started to play. The music then turned to this sexually charged beat that just made me want to hump Vincent. I began to open my mouth to question what was happening, but I felt his finger hook in my mouth to open it.
