Page 13 of His Sassy Intern
Chapter8
MaryAnne
I’ve hada damn good time so far, but when Levi steps out of his walk-in closet with a familiar wooden box under his arm, I know for sure he is my soul mate. Or my fuck mate. I don’t know yet. The box is familiar because I own one just like it. Levi's about to pull out all the stops and drive me to insanity. The small, vintage hand-carved wooden box has serpentine embellishments around the latch and keyhole, and is lined with red silkinside.
“I see we’re about to go kinky,” I say,smiling.
“You’ve had my treats, now it’s time for a few tricks,” he offers, grinning. He opens the box. “How didyouknow?”
I let him in on the fact that I’m into healthy sexual alternatives, ones where the only real limits are the mind, and of course, the utterance of asafeword.
He's impressed. Maybe a bit relieved, too. “I’ll go easy on youtonight.”
“I’d rather you not, but okay,” I answer. “But first times should be tame, just in case your idea of mild play turns out to be my idea of unbearable and way too far off thereservation.”
“Works for me,” he says, holding up a broad, red silk ribbon. “Ready?”
I nod and laugh. “Go ahead. Have your waywithme.”
His eyes darken and grow lustful as he straddles me. At the moment, his massive cock is so close to my face, I can’t think of anything but taking it into my mouth, but he’s in control now. So I wait. He covers my eyes with the first ribbon and ties it behind my head, then wraps another around my wrists. With the loss of sight, my anticipation grows, my core tightens, and with that, my breathing starts to race. I start to wish for speed in favor of torture. I don’t know how long I can stay like this. Not when it’s Levi holding the reins. Lifting my hands over my head, he fixes them to theheadboard.
I sense warmth close to my cheeks. It’s his hand cupping one side of my face. “It’s not too tight. Relax,” he says, probably referring to my breathing, which is starting to sound like I’mhyperventilating.
I don’t mean to, but I tug my arms up. He was right that there was lots of wiggle room, but not enough for me to free myself. Levi spreads my legs wide, binding each one before using a longer ribbon or rope to attach me to the footboard. With the blindfold on, my other senses are heightened. I pick up the excitement in his voice, and the warmth of the sheets on my back contrasts with swirls of cool air passing over my body. A window must be open. Or maybe it’s the air conditioning, as it was over seventy-five degrees earlier today, completely normal weather here in Baton Rouge. Either way, the sensation spreads goosebumps all over my body and is making me wet. My arousal wafts intomynose.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” hegroans.
The mattress moves on one side, tilting me to the left, and immediately after that, I hear his footsteps. He’s off the bed for sure. The instinct to call out to him is so strong that I press my lips together to stop myself. I’m so excited that I’m liable to come the second he puts his hands on me. Or his tongue. I start to wonder how long he’ll take to return to the room. It’s perfectly silent except for the humming. There’s movement on the bed again, and Levi settles betweenmylegs.
Something light and hot moves from my neck all the way down to my lower stomach. It’s not as hot as wax, and it’s not a liquid. I’m stumped about what it might be as he traces it back up my body, across to my neck and up the side of my face. I hiss as the object travels down past the peaks of my breasts. My nipples pebble like rocks. All I want is for him to take it in his mouth and suck, to relieve some of the tingling pressure. My pelvis tilts up on its own, desperate for Levi to pass it over mysweetspot.
The second I make that move I feel the hot, wet roughness of Levi’s tongue tracing along my folds. My whole body bucks from the shock. He lets out a gravelly laugh that vibrates through my core. He presses his hands to my inner thighs, spreading me wider and exposing more of my pussy to his hot torture. His tongue dips into my center, swiftly passes over my clit and then he’s gone again. I writhe on the bed from his unpredictable touch, struggling under the wrist and anklebindings.
Levi groans out, “Fuck, I can’t wait. I have to be insideyounow.”
Relief washes over me. If he took any more time teasing me this way I swear I’d be a puddle on the floor. The familiar sound of a condom wrapper crinkles, then rips. He shoves a thick pillow under my hips. There’s a pause. Then I gasp and tremble as he buries his cock inside me in one sharp move. It almost feels like an instant orgasm. Scratch that. It has to be one, because I’m convulsing and shaking from an explosion of raw pleasure that expands up to the hairs on my head and down to my curled toes. Flashes of every color of the rainbow flood the blackness behind my eyelids. Then Levi thrusts into my quivering center again before pulling out and slamming into me that much harder. Giving. Taking.Owningme.
I cry out, almost drowning out his own sounds as he drives into me for what seems like forever. It can be five minutes or fifty that have passed. That’s what this partial sensory deprivation followed by sensual overload does to my perception. He pounds me until each thrust is more erratic than the last one. On his last stroke, where he keeps his groin pressed tightly against my mound, he comes with a foreign, primalgrowl.
I’m in my bliss at the moment, weak and barely registering his heavy breaths. After pulling out, he removes the blindfold and bindings one by one and stretches out beside me. I reach my hands up around his neck and press into his hot, wet torso. Levi kisses the top ofmyhead.
“Rest.” That’s all he says. Smiling, my eyes close and I drift off with my body buzzing, and my head and heartunited.
