Page 86 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

I moved backward to what I thought was the center of the bed and put my hands above my head. The bed sagged slightly and I felt the cool metal of the handcuffs against my skin. They sent shivers through my body as he secured them to one of my wrists and then the other.

"The safe word is vanilla," he said.

"What?"

"The safe word."

I had heard the phrase safe word before, but I didn't know that people actually used it. What is he going to do to me?

I heard the bed squeak as he got off of it. I felt so exposed, handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but my thong. I heard him open a drawer. What is he doing? Not knowing was making me even more wet. I tried to pull my arms down, but the metal dug into my wrists. If I had known he was going to do this, I would have touched him more when I had the chance

A moment later I felt the bed sag slightly as he climbed back onto it. He sat between my legs, leaned over me, and put his lips around one of my nipples. He sucked on it hard and his fingers squeezed my other nipple. I could feel them getting hard.

"Mason," I moaned.

"You needed to be restrained for this." He rubbed something delicate across my stomach. It almost felt like feathers. He squeezed my nipple hard as he rubbed the feathers along my other breast. The feathers tickled my breast and then I felt a cold object encircle my nipple. I suddenly felt a sharp pain where his mouth had been a moment before, as the cold object clamped down on my nipple. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. He pressed his thumb against my clit.

"Oh." It was painful, but the pain was overcome with pleasure as he massaged my clit. He pushed my thong to one side and brushed his fingers against my wetness. I groaned. I wanted him inside of me again. But he quickly moved his hand away.

"Fuck you taste good. I've been craving you all week."

Did he just lick his fingers? The pressure was growing on my nipple. He squeezed my other breast hard and attached another clamp to my other nipple.

"Mason," I whimpered. The clamps bit at my skin. I tried to move my arms again, but I was completely immobile. The more my nipples swelled, the more I could feel the pressure. It hurt but for some reason I kept getting more aroused. Maybe it was because I knew he was naked between my thighs.

He pressed his palm against my groin. "You're so wet for me, baby."

I groaned as he pulled my thong off my hips and down my legs. "Mason?" I wanted to see him. I wanted to watch what he was doing to me.

He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Yes?"

"I need you inside of me."

He answered me by putting his lips around my clit. He sucked on it hard. Oh my God. My hips rose to meet him. He pushed them back down, holding me firmly to the mattress. He sucked on my clit again and then stroked his tongue against my aching pussy. He spread my thighs wide and thrust his tongue deep inside of me.

"Yes," I moaned as his tongue explored my walls. I pulled on my restraints. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and push his tongue even deeper. The metal handcuffs dug into my skin. The sensation of my swollen nipples and his tongue deep inside of me was too much. I tilted my head back and let myself surrender to him. "Mason!" He lapped up my juices as I orgasmed around his tongue. He sucked once more on my clit, and then released my thighs. Even though I had just come, I still craved his cock.

I felt something silky being bound to my ankle. "What are you doing?"

"Your body is very responsive. You're going to need to be completely restrained."

"I already am restrained."

"Are you still nervous around me even though I

just made you come?" He attached the same thing to my other ankle.

"Yes."

"Good." He lifted one of my legs and tied it to the bottom of his bedpost, and then did the same with the other. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't. My legs were spread and my arms bound. I was completely at his mercy. And it was so hot. I heard the sound of Velcro. He put something cool against my lips. "Suck on this."

I opened up my mouth and felt the cold metal object. It was small, about the size of my pinky. He removed it from my mouth. And trailed it down my chest and stomach. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Bee." He pressed the object against my clit.

I shuddered. "With that?"

"No, not this. This is for your pleasure." He pushed the metal object inside my aching pussy. The coolness made me shiver. It was small. I could barely feel it. I wanted his cock, not that. The bed sagged slightly as he straddled me. He put the tip of his cock on my neck and slowly brought it up to my chin. He pressed his tip against my lips. I parted them and he thrust his cock into my mouth.

I could taste his salty pre cum. I tightened my lips around him. I so badly wanted to see him and touch him. He pumped his length in and out of me and then pushed it deep into the back of my throat. He was so deep that my nose pressed against his happy trail. But I didn't choke. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him again. He began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth faster and faster. He was going to cum in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and then he pulled out.

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