“Yes, Sir.”
He moves to my other breast, and I fight the restraints, wanting to bring him closer. “What are your safewords, Emma?”
“Red. Lemon.”
“Good.” He scrapes his teeth across my skin and I moan. “This is more than about sex, you know. When a sub is restrained, everything is taken away from you. I have all the power, and I make all the decisions. Nothing is left but your honest reactions, and the more vulnerable you are, the more powerful your response.”
I can barely focus on his words because he’s nipping down my stomach. Close, close, closer to exactly where I’m dying for him to be. His tongue traces the outside of my belly button, and down into the crease of my hips. And then he’s there and oh god just the tip of his tongue on my clit takes me there. I’m dying for more. I want to be over the edge. I want to pull him closer but I can’t move. I try to lift my hips closer to his mouth, but he holds them flat, teasing me with the slightest touch, and no more. Taking his time, however he pleases.
I will only get what he gives me, and that realization sinks in, settles over me like a blanket. My mind quiets, eases, and the pleasure sparking from his tongue comes to the forefront.
“You may come once,” he says, and then he devours me. His tongue licks into me, and I gasp, orgasm exploding from the unexpected onslaught of sensation. The scrape of teeth and flicks of his tongue taking me higher and higher, and then he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks deeply and I come again. There’s no way to stop it. My body shudders and I can feel myself gush into his mouth. I feel the way he laps it up, dipping inside me.
Little spasms jump across my body as I come down from the high, and Matthew leans up to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips and I’m wet all over again. “You’re delicious,” he says against my lips. “Another day I might spend hours between your legs.”
I can’t say anything. I just visualize that—bound to a table while he feasts on me, orgasm after orgasm, unable to stop, unable to stop him. Just that image almost sends me over again. He sees it on my face and smiles. “I see you like that idea.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stands and disappears from my view, and I hear a drawer opening and closing, the tinkle of metal and the crinkle of a condom. “How good do you feel right now?”
“I feel pretty fucking good,” I say, adding, “Sir,” at the last second.
He laughs, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of him rolling on the condom. It makes him look even bigger, and I squirm on the table, wanting to reach out, and the realization that I’m at his mercy almost flattening me again. Once the condom is on, he holds up a strange metal contraction I don’t recognize. “This is a nipple clamp.”
Those words hit me like a splash of cold water. “What?”
“Sometimes, the tiniest bit of pain adds to the pleasure. Remember, I told you that I’m not a sadist. I do not cause pain for the sake of pain, but this, I think, you will like.”
He drapes the chain across my stomach, and the cold sends goosebumps skittering across my skin. He looks down on me from between my legs. “Are you scared?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you trust me?”
Amazingly, I do. “Yes.”
“Perfect,” he says, and he slips into me. I groan, pleasure spiking through me, and I’ve never felt this full. And I realize as he begins to move that he’s not even all the way in.
“Oh god,” I say out loud, “that’s good.”
He pushes slowly in until I feel his balls settle against my ass, and I feel like I can breathe even less now than when the corset was on. “How many times did you come while my mouth was on you?”
“Two,” I answer before I realize that’s not the right answer. My eyes fly open and I find him grinning.
“I look forward to punishing you for that later.”
“I couldn’t help it. There was no way to stop it.”
Matthew pulls out a little and thrusts back in. “I’ll think about that, but right now you don’t have permission to come.”
I moan as he thrusts in again. “Please.”
“No, especially if you forget your manners.”
“Please, Sir.”
There’s that wicked smile again. “No.”
And then he begins to fuck me. He fills me up again and again, and every grind of his hips against mine drags against my clit and takes me higher, until I’m moaning with every thrust and I’m begging him to please please please let me come again. And just when I think he might say yes, he stops.