Page 87 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

"No." I wanted to reach out and grab his cock. "Mason, I want to taste you."

"I know." He leaned back and slid his finger inside of me, next to the metal object. My breathing hitched. He pushed down on the metal object and it started to vibrate. I pulled on all my restraints, ignoring the metal cutting into my wrists. The vibrations seem to echo through my whole body.

"Oh my God, that feels amaz..." My word were cut off when he slammed his cock back into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tighter around his shaft. I wanted him to know how good this felt. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around his base.

It was getting hard to concentrate with the small vibrator inside of me. I squirmed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided his cock in and out of my mouth. He thrust his hips faster and faster. I could barely focus.

His cum exploded into the back of my throat. I could picture his abs tightening as he found his release. He continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, shooting more cum into my mouth. I drank him down hungrily as my own orgasm washed through me.

The vibrations continued. The intensity was becoming unbearable. He slipped his finger inside of me, turned off the vibrator, and pulled it out.

I had gotten to taste him, but now I would never know what it felt like to have him inside of me. I was so wet I felt like I was dripping down my thighs.

"Is something wrong?" He wiped my bottom lip with his finger. I must have been making a pouty face.

"I thought we were going to have sex."

"Baby, I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh." I gulped. He had already made me orgasm twice and he had cum in my mouth. Is he really ready to go again already? I pulled on my restraints.

"Always so eager."

"Please let me see you."

"Hmm." Mason twisted my nipple clamp slightly.

"Ow!"

"You've never done anything like this, have you?" He pulled off the clamp and swirled his tongue around my nipple. It was so sensitive, but his tongue was soothing. He sucked on it softly.

"No."

He removed the other clamp and lightly sucked on my aching nipple. The sensation was even more arousing than the clamps themselves.

"Please, Mason. Take off my blindfold."

Mason kissed the inside of one of my ankles and untied the restraint, and then did the same with the other ankle. "You're bad at giving up control."

"I'm not," I lied. I was. I was really, really bad. But no one had ever pleasured me this much before. And somehow all I wanted was more. I'd do whatever he wanted. Even if it meant not getting to see his beautiful face. Now that I could move my legs again, I spread my thighs wide, hoping he'd get the hint at the invite.

I heard the clink of metal and my hand fell out of the handcuff. My other hand was released a second later. I tried to reach out to him, but he quickly flipped my body, so that my stomach was now pressed against the mattress. He grabbed my hips and hoisted them in the air so I was on all fours.

"Don't worry. You'll learn."

I felt a sharp pain as he slapped my ass. I cried out.

He gently ran his fingers along the spot where he had just struck me, cradling my ass check in his hand.

Why do I like that? It hurt, but I also felt aroused.

"That was for talking back." He slapped my ass again in the same spot.

"But I..."

"That was for moving when I asked you to stay still." He slapped me again.

"Mason!" Damn it, what is the safe word? Do I even want to say it?

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