Page 49 of Wild Pitch
“Are you okay?”
“No!” I wanted more than a tease, and recognized that I sounded like a brat.
Luc chuckled. “Want me to stop?”
“No.” My voice cracked, sounding pathetic to my own ears. My clit thrummed, my nipples felt every slight change in the room’s airflow, and I grunted when Luc blew a hot breath across my chest.
“What do you say if you want me to stop?”
“Red.”
Luc’s fingers worked my nipples into tight peaks, and I gasped as he fastened clamps on each breast, a heavy chain sagging in the center of my chest. The pinch of the clamps created a delicious, biting sensation, and when Luc tugged at the chain and stretched my sensitive nipples, a wave of desire rushed south.
“Green?”
“Green,” I confirmed with a nod.
Luc pressed his whole body against mine, his clothes rough against my bare flesh. The contrast of power heightened as I yielded trust to him.
“You won’t be able to hear anymore, ready?”
“Wh-What?”
“Noise cancelation headphones. Are you ready?”
“Okay.”
“If things get too intense, use your safe word and we halt play immediately. Got it?”
“Got it.”
I had expected music, but the headphones drove me into absolute silence. Losing the additional sense caused a momentof panic. Luc’s hand stroked my cheek, grounding me at the moment as every nerve ending came alive.
His mouth captured mine, his tongue stroked mine, and I met his enthusiasm. The taste of mint exploded in my mouth. I devoured his mouth, the shackles at my wrists tightening against my raw flesh.
I cried out in frustration when he pulled his mouth from mine. Only Luc’s touch, kiss, and presence kept me grounded in reality.
His rough skin scraped against my flesh as his hands descended upon me. His tongue flicked the overstimulated tip of my nipple, and I whimpered.
A bolt of arousal shocked me when I felt his hands rest on the tops of my thighs. His hot breath was so close to my aching flesh. He teased my inner thigh with his lips. His stubble scratched against my skin.
I jerked when his mouth assaulted my clit. He tongued my clit hard and fast, replacing his deliberate and gentle touch and driving me over the edge. The orgasm wracked my body. His name tore from my throat in a long, guttural cry.
He continued sucking, and another orgasm tore through me as I begged for him to stop. My inner thoughts shrieked for him tostop!Go! Never stop!
Then, my mind went blank.
Luc inserted what I guessed to be a glass dildo deep into my pussy. The chill of the toy contrasted with the heat of the surrounding walls as they gripped the toy.
My body went limp, the cuffs tugging and holding me in place. My wrists ached with the pressure. I wasn’t numb, but everything felt light as I slipped into a trance, and my body stopped resisting the rolling orgasms Luc drew from my body. I lost track of time.
When Luc pressed himself against me the next time, I felt his bare flesh, his heat adding to the warm, floating feeling. His removal of the nipple clamps caused a sharp rush of throbbing sensation.
“Umm,” I groaned, straining as I sought contact with Luc’s warmth.
He had unstrapped my ankles, and I draped my legs around his body. He removed the glass dildo and thrust inside me, my back pounding against the wood of the cross.
My head lolled. Luc released both my arms, and I let them fall to his shoulders. My body found yet another release as he continued thrusting hard and deep, his pace quickening and becoming more erratic just before he stilled. I felt the sharp rise and fall of his chest as he buried his face in my neck.
