Page 28 of Beneath the Scars
The view that greets me stops my heart.
Addie is lying naked before me, her golden skin glowing in the dim light of the lanterns scattered around the mattress. She’s magnificent. Bold and beautiful and all mine. I think I’m genuinely starting to believe that.
“You’re every dream come true, Adalaide Jackson.”
Her eyes shine at my declaration. “So are you.” Her gaze catches on what’s in my hand.
I hold it up. “It’s a spreader bar. It attaches to your ankles and wrists.” After sharing our limits with each other, I did a little online shopping to start building a personal collection of toys. There are many things I want to do with Addie, but I’m trying to go slow to give her time to adjust.
Addie’s breathing begins to stutter while she restlessly moves her legs. She hasn’t taken her eyes off the black bar.
“Color?”
Her attention flies tomine. “Green.”
I nod, handing her the bar so she can inspect it a little more. She sits up to explore while I make quick work of my clothes until they’re a pile next to Addie’s.
I kneel at the foot of the air mattress, and Addie passes the spreader bar back to me. With my gaze locked on hers, I adjust her legs until they’re at the perfect distance to attach the cuffs.
The soft leather gets buckled around her left ankle first, then the right. I grip the bar in the center and spread the metal rod until Addie’s legs are spread as far as they can go.
Her quick gasp soaks into my bloodstream. “Michael.”
I smirk down at her, reveling in her blown pupils and rapid breaths. “What do you call me when we’re like this?”
“Sir.” The word is little more than a whisper.
“Good girl.” Then I lift her legs with the bar until her knees are pressed against her chest and she’s completely open to me.
Her pussy glistens in the lamplight, too tempting for me to resist.
I drop my head, running my tongue from her ass to clit. Her honey-soaked taste has a groan rumbling through my chest. “Fuck. Do you know how addicting you are?”
I look up to find Addie’s eyes clenched closed, her hands gripping the bar on either side of mine. Seeing her use the apparatus as I’d intended fills me with pride. I wasn’t sure if I’d need to cuff her wrists, too, or if she’d naturally fall into the position. I should’ve known she’d do exactly as I’d expected. She’s more than proven to be the perfect woman in every other aspect so far.
With renewed purpose, I use my tongue and fingers until Addie is hovering on the precipice of her orgasm. Then I slow my pace, forcing her to fall back from the edge. Her whimpers and moans are an erotic soundtrack threatening to undo me. Edging Addie is effectively edging me alongside her.
By the third cycle of bringing Addie to the brink, I pullaway. She’s dazed, panting, and utterly gorgeous. I slide my arms under her body to scoot her to the middle of the mattress and then kneel between her legs.
My cock is leaking with need, angry and stretching up toward my stomach.
“Adalaide.” She blinks, her eyes trying to focus on me. I slide the head of my cock through her soaking slit. “Are you ready?”
Chapter 15
Addie
Ican’t focus.
My body is humming with too many sensations. I’m building to something I don’t fully understand yet, but Michael’s reassuring touch settles the nerves that are threatening to take over.
“Are you ready?”
Michael’s sliding his dick through my arousal in tantalizing strokes. I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I’m a bobblehead, nodding up and down rapidly. “Green, green, green.”
Pressure builds at my entrance. I tense for half a second before melting into the mattress as Michael’s thumb begins to rub gentle circles on my clit.
