"As you wish."
I hear his footsteps move away, then the sound of him taking something from the cabinet before he returns to stand next to me. The whisper of silk, then a click, and silence. For a beat, another. My heart begins to race. A heavy pulse begins to throb between my legs.
I sense the warmth of his body a second before the warm, wet slurp of his tongue engulfs my clit. A mewl spills from my lips. Then a buzzing sound fills the air. It stretches my nerve endings. My heart smashes into my ribcage. A panting sound fills the air, and I realize it’s coming from me.
"Liam?" I gasp.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N… no…"
He winds his fingers between mine, and my pulse rate slowly reduces.
"Better?"
I nod.
"Good." I hear him rise to his feet, then a feel soft brush of his lips over mine. He keeps his fingers in mine, before touching the buzzing device to the inside of my upper thigh. He retracts it, and my skin instantly warms at the point of contact. My toes curl. He touches me on another spot and a sensation like pins and needles shivers under my skin. Touches me again, and I tremble. His touches are like whispers of sensation, almost not there, and yet I know he made contact because pinpricks of heat streak through my blood.
"Wh… what’s that?"
"A wand massager."
"Oh." Not that I know what that means, but whatever it is, it doesn’t sound too bad. In fact, it sounds almost comforting, like something I would voluntarily use on myself.
"Is it like a vibrator?"
"Yes and no."
"What do you—?" I gasp because he’s touched the device closer to my clit, then still closer. Then he touches it to the edge of my pussy lips, and pleasure zings up my spine. My core clenches. My entire body flushes with that, with delight, with an overload of endorphins. My head spins and he’s only touched me there once. "Oh, my god," I gasp.
"At your service, baby."
Jerk.I decide to ignore that ego-filled statement.
"Do it again," I demand.
He laughs. "You forgot something."
Fuck asking for permission."Stop playing with me and touch me, you—"
He touches me on the other pussy lip. This time, the sensations course up my back. What seems like double the streams of rapture grip me. The pressure begins to build in my core. I writhe, tugging at my fastenings.
"Liam, please, please, please."
This time, he touches me on either pussy lip, once on each side, and I cry out. My back curves, and my thigh muscles spasm. I throw my head back as multiple rivers of sensations slam into me. I open my mouth and scream as the orgasm pounds into me. As I float back down to earth, I open my eyes, and find I can see again—the scarf is gone. I’m still bound and I find Liam between my legs, lapping at my core.
The sight is so filthy, and so primal, and so completely erotic. My arms and legs tremble. A thousand little pinpricks tickle my skin. My breasts hurt with a physical need to feel his mouth on them, and my pussy… Oh, god, he’s all over my pussy. Those messy, greedy noises he makes as he cleans up my cum are so dirty. So salacious, so explicit. No scene I’ve read so far in my smutty books compares, and we’ve barely started.
The pressure builds behind my eyes, the beating of my heart increases in intensity. "Liam, please, I can’t take it anymore. I can’t."
He looks up at me from under those ridiculously thick eyelashes. Then crawls up over my body and kisses me. The taste of him and me merges on my palate. Heat flushes my skin. My heart feels like it’s going to burst. When he finally pulls away, we’re both out of breath.
"Liam…" I can’t say anything more. Somehow, everything I want to communicate is wrapped up in that one word.
"I know." He half-smiles. "But I’m not done with you yet."
"I can’t possibly come again," I protest.