Page 50 of No Strings Attached
No answer.
Instead, I hear a buzzing sound.
Oh. My. God.
“Henson.” My voice is half plea, half warning. “Put that back.”
A laugh, full of wicked delight. “Oh, Temptress. You’ve been holding out on me.”
My face is onfire.“Donotuse that?—”
“But you already look so pretty, all tied up for me,” he whispers, the sound of the vibrator getting closer. “It’d be a shame not to give you a little extra… help.”
“Henson, I swear to God?—”
He presses a kiss to my inner thigh and his voice drops. “You can always say the word.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out—because I don’t want him to stop.
I want him to ruin me like the heartbreaker I know he is.
Henson hums, pleased by my silence. Then I feel the tip of the toy graze my entrance, featherlight, teasing, and my entire body locks up.
“Let’s see how many times I can make you come before you start begging me to stop.” He slowly drags it up to my clit.
Lightning strikes straight through my spine. I jerk in the restraints, thighs trying to close, but they can’t.
“Already squirming? You going to come for me?”
“I—Henson—” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. My brain is short-circuiting.
He licks a slow line up my inner thigh. “Use your words, or I’ll keep going until you forget how.”
Henson moves the vibrator lower, circling my entrance, letting me feel the pulse, and then he slides it inside me.
I cry out, head thrown back, chest heaving. “Oh myGod?—”
“Oh, you like that.” He chuckles darkly, his mouth already descending between my legs again. He licks me while the toy vibrates inside me, his tongue swirling over my clit, sucking relentlessly.
I scream as I come, writhing against the bonds—but he doesn’t stop. Henson keeps licking, groaning and sucking, like he’s addicted to every sound I make.
“That’s my good little Temptress. You’re so fucking wet. You love being used like this.” I whimper, and he adds, “I could keep you like this. Tied up, stuffed full, dripping for me while I make you come over and over until your voice is gone.”
Pressure builds again in my core. My thighs tremble, vision swimming behind the blindfold.
“Henson, please?—”
He grunts, licking harder, fingers gripping my hips as if holding me down for dear life.
“You’re doing so fucking good.”
The second orgasm crashes into me so violently I scream again, tears slipping from under the mask.
Henson still doesn’t stop.
I’m soaked, trembling, on the brink of madness. My body can’t take any more, but itwantsto.
My voice is hoarse, a broken sob of pleasure. “Please, I can’t—I can’t?—”
