Page 48 of Break Me
“Perhaps we’ll need to work on that.” Every statement he made was as if this was going to continue.
Whatever this was.
It wasn’t. I’d already made up my mind. My life was complicated enough.
And he truly was a very bad man, an even worse influence. I would always think about Emily first, putting her best interests in front of my own. Yet there was no denying the strong chemistry he and I shared.
Something touched my skin and instantly, I moaned. “What is that?”
“You tell me. What do you feel, tough little captain?”
Shivering, I tried to understand what he was doing. With my vision impeded, every other sense was heightened, hearingespecially. I strained to comprehend, feeling more relaxed than before. Whatever he was using tickled my skin.
He danced the item he was holding across one nipple then the other. Another moan slipped from my lips.
“A feather,” I whispered.
“Excellent. Your senses are heightened.”
“What are you doing to me?”
“Simply showing you that you can trust me.”
Why was it even important to him? “I don’t know you, Alexsey. How can I trust you?”
“Because I will never hurt you. Open your mouth.”
There was no reason for me to hesitate, but being so vulnerable around him felt awkward. Yet I found myself complying without questioning. When something was placed in my mouth, I almost spit it out.
Then I realized he’d stuffed my mouth with a ripe, juicy, and extremely delicious strawberry. The taste was exquisite, more intense than any strawberry I’d had before. I greedily chomped on it, enjoying the flavor and the coolness the small piece of fruit allowed.
“Every taste enhanced. Every touch elevated,” he murmured, the deep husk in his voice even more thrilling. The alluring sound kept me shivering all over. He continued rubbing the feather along my arms and under my breasts. Every sensation was heightened.
My pussy ached more than before, deep and intense. Juice slickened my inner thighs, the scent of my desire so strong I was almost intoxicated.
The pressure on the bed increased and the moment he rubbed the feather against my slickened pussy, I jerked against the bindings, fisting my hands. I could not believe how sensitive every inch of my body was. Every vibration was powerful, keeping me on a narrow precipice.
He was barely touching me, yet my pussy was clenching and releasing so quickly I was certain I’d have another orgasm.
The heat of his body affected me again and I twisted my hands, longing to touch him. That wasn’t going to happen. Even so, I could tell he was still hovering over me, watching me as I finished chewing the strawberry. I almost asked him for another one when I suddenly felt his lips against mine.
Hot and wet.
The second he slipped his tongue inside, a rush of bubbly liquid flowed into the back of my throat. Champagne. Not enough to make me choke, just the right amount to awaken even more of my senses. The kiss was just as powerful as every other one had been, but there was also a heightened level of passion.
And dominance.
He claimed my mouth as he’d done with everything else about me. Completely and without reservation.
As crazy at it might seem, I felt more alive than I’d ever been. Was that simply because shutting down one of my senses had increased the others? Or because I was letting go?
The question continued to tickle the back of my mind, much like he was doing with his tongue. The combination of his hot mouth and the chilled liquid was perfect. When he finally pulled his lips away, I moaned from the loss.
He chuckled and twirled the very edge of the feather from one side of my jaw to the other.
The goosebumps lingered, much like the taste of him did in my mouth. Not only his sweet lips, but his even sweeter cum. My jaws still ached from having his thick cock in my mouth.
With every brush of the feather, I was pulled into a surreal vacuum where all time stood still and nothing else mattered. I’d allowed myself a night of enjoyment and that’s exactly what I was doing.
