"You can, and you will." His voice is hard, his gaze steady. The force of his dominance pins me to the bed. "I’m going to wrap this scarf around your eyes." It’s a command, but I recognize it’s also his way of telling me if I want to stop him now, he will.
When I nod, pleasure lights up his features. "Good girl."
My entire body lights up like firecrackers on the Fourth of July. The rush of pleasure overflows my cells. I am one big mass of melting jelly and each drop of the squiggly mess has only one aim—to please him. He owns me. He possesses me. He’s stamped himself on me. I’ll never be free of him.
And oh, god, I knew this would happen. I knew this last night was a mistake, but I couldn’t stop myself. And I’ll have to pay the price. Just not yet.
He wraps the cloth around my eyes, and the tension in my body instantly recedes. It’s as if, as long as I don’t see the world, as long as I’m in this room with him, I can push everything else aside. I don’t have to make choices, or face decisions, or deal with the consequences of my actions. I can simply be his submissive, his wife, the woman who’s happy to lay spread-eagle in front of him and allow him to have his way with me.
Then I sense him move around again. There’s another click, and a buzzing fills the air, fainter this time, but the effect on my body is even more intense. Like a well-trained pet, heat sweeps through my blood and my pulse rate ratchets up. Every part of me feels so much lighter, more ready. More sensitized.
It’s almost not a shock when what feels like pinpricks of delight trail over my leg. It’s like a comb being pulled over my skin, only so much lighter, yet also, heavier. From every point of contact, pleasure pools under my pores, all joining up to form a network of lust that spreads through my veins, my cells, and my very flesh. It grows and grows, until I’m writhing and moaning and trying to find relief from the emptiness that crawls at my core. I would cry and beg him to let me come. Iwantto cry and beg him to let me come, but my brain cells seem to have lost the ability to form words, and my tongue isn’t cooperating, either.
Then, just as suddenly, the buzzing stops. For long seconds, I twitch and jerk and lay there, gradually coming down from the wicked space he took me to. I sense him moving about, then something big and blunt teases my puckered hole.
"Liam?" I groan. I want to protest more, but the happy hormones coursing through me have turned my muscles to jelly. I feel like I’m floating. Like I’ve turned to liquid and am one happy daub of putty he can mold into any shape he wants.
He must have slathered this piece of hardware with more lubricant, for combined with my very happy relaxed state, it slips in through the ring of muscle easily. I draw in a breath, my backchannel contracting around the device. It’s full and stretches me, but as my body adjusts, the feeling fades, to be replaced by anticipation.
That weightlessness in my belly multiplies, until every part of me is alive and open and squirming with need. A vibration whispers through the air, then through me. I gasp. It’s not completely unexpected, but oh, god, that thing quivering up my backside is like nothing I’ve experienced before. The tingling leaches out through my skin, my blood, and to my extremities. Coiling in my nipples, my toes, my fingers, my clit. Every part of me is responsive and open and ready and waiting. My very breath is charged. The blood pumps at my temples; fills my pussy until it feels painfully engorged.
And waiting…waiting. I curl my fingers into fists, and dig my heels into the mattress, attuned to his breathing, his every move. Then, just as suddenly, the device is switched off.
The bed dips, and I gasp. I sense his heat between my legs, the heaviness of his bulk as he squeezes in between my thighs. He drags his fingers across my clit, and I cry out. Sparks streak out from the point of contact. Every part of me is so sensitized that the orgasm threatens to sweep over me. My pussy weeps, and he seems to realize how close I am to the edge, for he cups my face and leans in until his breath grazes my lips.
"You will not come until I give you permission," he growls.
The part of my hind brain trained for survival acknowledges his total supremacy over me. I want to answer him, but the words seem to have dissolved into the liquefied pool of need that my body has turned into.
Once more, he seems to understand me, for he drags his finger under my lower lip. "Nod, if you hear me, baby."
I nod.
"Good girl." He presses his lips to mine, but before I can open my mouth and entice him to deepen the kiss, he’s gone, only for the thick head of his cock to replace his fingers at my slit.
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Liam
She’s so close, her entire body vibrates with the need for release. Sweat beads her chest, her breasts are swollen, her skin is flushed, and she strains at the bindings.
I pause with the head of my cock at her entrance. She’s more open than she’s ever been under me. More vulnerable than she’s ever allowed herself to be. She’s panting, her breath coming in heavy gasps. She writhes under me, trying to chase the intrusion that is my shaft.
I hold myself without moving. Grit my teeth to stop myself from plunging inside and taking what’s mine. I need this to be so good for her, she won’t want to leave me. I need this to be the most intense orgasm she’s ever had. I need this to be the kind of experience that will join her with me, so she’ll always remember what it feels like to be truly mine.
I pull back, and she groans, "Liam, don’t tease me."
"Believe me, baby, that’s the last thing on my mind."
I sit back on my heels and remove the restraints from about her ankles, then reach between us and grasp the E-Stem electrode that I used to tease her back channel. I work it out of her slowly.
She shivers and makes mewling noises that drive me out of my head with desire.
I replace it with my fingers. She moans, tips up her chin, then tilts her hips so my fingers slip deeper inside her. A groan emerges from her mouth and her lips part.
I reach up and pull off the blindfold, then bend and kiss first one closed eyelid, then the other. She opens her eyes, and I snag her gaze with mine.
I position myself between her thighs, and in lunge forward and impale her. She opens her mouth, but no noise emerges. Her pupils are blown, the skin stretched across her cheekbones. I reach up and undo the ropes from about her wrists. Instantly, she winds them about my shoulders. I slide my hand under her upper thigh, urging her to lock her legs about my waist, then I begin to move. I thrust into her slowly, watching as her features contort with pleasure. I plunge into her, grind my pelvic bone into her clit, and she cries out. Her pussy clamps on my dick, she throws back her head and she’s so close to the edge, so close. I slow down and she groans.