Chapter 22 #3
With my wrists cuffed and bound to the bed and my legs forced apart by the spreader bar, I was completely at his mercy.
My nipples were taut with desire, and I was dripping with want.
The silence was loudly punctuated by my heart pounding in my ears.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if Lamar could hear it, too.
Seconds ticked by, and Lamar hadn’t touched me yet.
Just as I was about to call out his name, I felt fingers skating over my belly. He was making slow, dawdling figure eight patterns. My body tingled with anticipation.
“Oh shit!” I gasped as he captured a nipple in his mouth.
I’d been so distracted by his fingers, I hadn’t expected his tongue to swirl around my nipple the way that it did.
He moved closer and took care of the other nipple, causing me to sigh blissfully.
He alternated back and forth, and then he licked his way up to my mouth and kissed me.
Just as his tongue parted my lips, his hand dipped its way between my spread thighs.
A sharp intake of breath filled my lungs as he gently explored my wetness. Sliding his fingers between my lips and up to my clit, he just barely grazed it.
I moaned into his mouth as he teased me.
Lifting my hips in an effort to control where he touched me, I was disappointed when he pulled away.
“I’m in control,” he reminded me as he caressed my slit again.
“I can’t help it,” I said, panting.
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
Just as he brushed against my clit, my hips lifted, begging him to do it again.
He put his mouth against my ear and allowed his breath to tickle my skin. “I would hate to have to punish you for not following directions,” he threatened, before biting down on my earlobe.
I moaned.
My body was on fire, and when his fingers teased my clit again, I did my best not to roll my body upward.
“Good girl,” he groaned, before running both his hands up my body. He kneaded my breasts, using his thumb to toy with the hardened peaks.
I gasped when his warm, wet mouth clamped down on my right nipple. “Yes,” I hissed as his tongue moved in small circles.
Forgetting about the spreader bar temporarily, I tried to squeeze my legs together to alleviate the throbbing between my thighs. When I realized I couldn’t do anything about it, I let out a whimper.
“I don’t think you understand how bad I want you,” he said as he bit down, focusing all my attention to his talented mouth. “So let me be clear…”
Without warning, he grabbed my legs and pushed them almost all the way to the headboard.
I sucked in a sharp breath, but I didn’t have time to react before the first smack against my ass filled the room.
“Oh shit,” I moaned.
My body was on fire.
“When I first saw all this ass, having you like this crossed my mind.” He slapped the top of my thighs so I could feel it in my pussy.
“Then we had a conversation, and I got to know you … and I just wanted you around.” He slapped my ass again.
“I thought about you every single day.” He ran his fingers down my slit.
“Then you gave me a taste of this pussy … and I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since. ”
“Lamar.” I exhaled his name.
He smacked my ass. “But you knew that would happen, didn’t you?” He dragged his fingers over my pussy and then slapped the back of my thighs. “You knew what you were doing to me.”
“You were doing the same thing to me,” I admitted breathily.
He spanked me. “You made me like you … made me want you … made me think about you … made me work with you … made me need you.” With each statement, he made sure his fingers caressed me as he set up for the next slap.
Five times in a row, he did that, stoking the fire that radiated from where his hand kept connecting.
And then he stopped.
I clenched and squirmed, anticipating a smack that didn’t seem to be coming. His hand just rested against my mound.
“Please,” I begged.
He let my legs down, and I felt him reposition himself on the bed. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch me. But he wasn’t doing anything.
And I was throbbing.
“Please what?” His fingers slid into my slick folds, finding my clit and teasing it. “Please what?” he repeated.
“That,” I gasped. “Please do that.”
One finger pushed inside me, penetrating deep. “That?” he whispered, moving so slowly that it made me ache for more.
I wished I could touch him.
I wished I could touch myself.
“Yes, please,” I begged, pulling on my handcuffs.
He slid his finger in and out, never going any faster. “How bad do you want it?”
Even though he hadn’t changed his pace, the way his thumb kept bumping into my clit was adding fuel to an out-of-control fire.
“I’m willing to do whatever you want me to.” My words came out in heavy breaths as I started moving my hips to meet his finger.
“Let me know when you’re at the point where the only thing you can think about is getting off. That’s when you want it so bad that it’s the only thing on your mind and you can’t take any more…”
As the pleasure mounted, I felt myself heading toward the point of no return. “I’m there. I’m there. I’m—”
And then he stopped.
“No,” I whined, shaking with desire as he removed his finger.
“Do you feel that?” I felt his breath on my face as he asked the question. “Do you feel how bad you wanted me to get you off? How close it was?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how bad I want you all the fucking time,” he said, just before he kissed me.
Tasting myself on his lips made me kiss him harder. Knowing that he’d taken his finger out of me and licked it clean made me moan. His tongue probed mine, asking questions he already knew the answer to.
“You can have me,” I blurted. “I’m all yours.”
“I can have you?” He kissed me one more time before he kissed his way down my body. “All of you?” He licked my slit.
I almost came right there on the spot.
“Yessssssssss.” I dragged the word out as I forced my hips up, trying to find his mouth again. Realizing he was intentionally out of reach, I slumped against the bed, defeated. “Lamar.”
“So that’s a yes?” he said, placing a kiss against my thigh.
“Yes. You can have anything you—ohmigod!”
His tongue flicked my clit.
“Tell me again,” he demanded, teasing and toying with me.
My hips jerked as his tongue made slow circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves. As he slid two fingers inside me, it was clearly his intention to drive me crazy. My breathing got faster, and I couldn’t keep myself from moaning.
“Yes,” I cried out, feeling I was going to give in to my orgasm any minute. “You can have anything you want. Anything. Any … thing.”
He took his free hand and pinched my nipple. I felt my orgasm building, and even if I’d wanted to try to stave it off, I wasn’t sure I could. I struggled against my restraints as his tongue and fingers took me to the edge.
And then he stopped.
“Lamar,” I huffed sharply.
My entire body was going to explode. All I needed was to be touched once, and it would be over for me. He had never denied me an orgasm before, and I was hating it and loving it at the same time.
“As good as you taste, you think it was easy for me to stop?” he asked quietly as the bed dipped. “But the first time you come … tied up and spread out on my bed … it’s going to be on my dick.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah.” I nodded. “I like that. Yes, please.”
“You know it’s not just your body that I want, right?”
I heard what sounded like a condom wrapper, and I nodded. “Yes.”
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded seconds later. “I want you to feel the condom.”
I did what I was told, and his latex-covered dick slid across it. I tried my best to suck it, but he pulled away. Planting a quick kiss on my lips, he repositioned himself.
He grabbed my thighs, hoisted my lower body up, and had me at an angle.
“You still okay, Jazzy?”
“Mm-hmm.”
With my legs in the air, he kissed my calves.
I moaned as I felt the pressure of his thick head against my opening.
“You said I could have whatever I want,” he stated in a low tone. “You mean that?”
“Yesssssssssssssssssssssss.” My entire body screamed my answer as he slowly pushed his head in.
“Damn, your pussy is wet,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
My body started to tremble. Hearing the hoarseness of his voice as he tried to work his way into me was just enough to push me to the point of no return.
“Oh my God,” I cried out as he moved in and out of me. With the way he was giving me long, hard strokes, the orgasm he’d been teasing me with was coming fast. “I’m gonna come.”
His hands moved all over me. “That’s what I want. I want to feel you come all over my dick. I wanna watch this pretty pussy give in to me. I wanna watch you give in to me.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I cried out as he pushed me over the edge.
“That’s it, Jazzy. Take it. That’s it, baby. Feel it. I want you to feel it. Just feel … don’t think, just feel. Let me do this for you. Let me take care of you. Let me—Fuck!”
He grunted, picking up speed. His breaths were coming out in short bursts as I started clamping down around him.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit … yesssssssssssss!” I yelled breathlessly.
The heat that had coiled deep in my core exploded, and my body started convulsing.
I came hard, and because I wasn’t able to close my legs, he didn’t stop.
Spread wide, I was vulnerable to his strokes.
Something about the way he was fucking me overwhelmed me, and I felt my eyes water.
He thrust in and out of me, turning me into a ball of nerves.
It was so intense that it teetered between pleasure and pain for a few seconds, and then, unexpectedly, another wave of pleasure rippled through my body.
“That’s it, Jazzy. This pussy gets so wet for me. I want it. I want you.”
“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” I started bucking against him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, losing control. “God, I love to hear you beg for it.”
Each moan grew louder, and I didn’t recognize my own voice.
“Oh, please, please, please, please, please.” I twisted wildly as he made incidental contact with my clit, extending my pleasure. The combination of him stretching me out, giving in to his pleasure, and stimulating my clit had me breathless and seeing stars.
Letting out a guttural growl as he came, Lamar dug his fingers into the meatiness of my thighs. “Fuck,” he swore.
His body stiffened, jerked hard, and then shivered.
Our heaving breaths filled the bedroom as we basked in the afterglow.
Three times, I marveled. I hadn’t even known I was capable of coming back-to-back-to-back like that.
He uncuffed my legs first, kissing the spots where they had been bound and then massaging them as he put them down. He kissed his way up my trembling body and then uncuffed my wrists. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me passionately before removing my blindfold.
I struggled to open my eyes, as the light seemed extremely bright. But when Lamar came into focus, my heart skipped a beat. With me still flat on my back, my sore body and tender pussy reacted to the sight of him.
“You okay?” he asked softly, searching my face. “How do you feel?”
Reaching up, I placed my hands on his cheeks.
“I feel good … and weak … and thoroughly satisfied. I loved every minute of it.” Bringing his face down to meet mine, I kissed him.
The delicious feeling of his body weight pinning me to the bed made me deepen the kiss.
“I just wish I could’ve watched you,” I murmured into his mouth.
He rolled to the side of me and propped himself up on his right elbow. Gazing down at me, he allowed the fingers on his left hand to dance across my skin. “I wanted to rip the blindfold off you,” he whispered. “I love watching your face and looking in your eyes when you’re about to come.”
I bit my lip. “Why didn’t you?”
“Because I just wanted you to feel it. I wanted you to feel me.”
I reached down, pulled the condom off his dick, and then wrapped my hand around his girth. Even when he was soft, he was still big and thick.
I shivered.
“I wanted you to feel how bad I want you,” he continued.
“And I mean that in every way imaginable.” He ran his fingers over my left thigh, dragging them over my swollen, wet lips on his way to my right thigh.
“And it’s not just because of this.” He patted my pussy.
“It’s because”—his hand skated over my belly and fondled my left breast—“of this.” His palm flattened over my rapidly beating heart.
“And”—his hand wrapped around my neck, squeezing gently before running his thumb over my lips—“this.” He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand and then tapped my temple. “And this.”
My breathing hitched as his words overwhelmed me. “Lamar.”
“And I wanted you to feel that,” he concluded, holding my gaze.
“I want to be with you,” I blurted.
He leaned down and kissed me. “You are with me.”
“No, I mean…” Heat traveled up my neck and flushed my face.
“I, um … I want to be in a relationship with you.” When he didn’t immediately say anything, I rushed to keep talking.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
And I understand your situation, and we don’t have to make this a big deal.
We can absolutely just be friends. I just couldn’t not tell you how I felt and—”
“Jazz,” he interrupted gently.
My cell phone rang from inside my handbag somewhere on the floor. Although it startled me, I didn’t break eye contact. I wanted to hear what he was going to say. I needed to hear what he was going to say. So, when he didn’t say anything, my gut twisted.
Staring into his eyes, seeing so much tortured emotion in them, made the silence deafening.
I said I wanted to be with him, and I almost said I love you, and all he’s doing is looking at me.
I needed a second to collect my thoughts, and I couldn’t think clearly while he was staring at me or touching me. I also didn’t want him to see that my eyes had gotten glassy.
“Sorry, I thought I had that on vibrate,” I said, breaking eye contact and scrambling off the bed. “Please forget I said anything.”
Finding my bag, I pulled out my phone to turn the ringer off, but then I noticed who it was.
Glancing up at him, I mouthed an apology.
“Hey, Aunt Addy,” I answered, thankful for the brief intermission of embarrassing myself.
“Jazmyn, it’s Monica,” my aunt’s nurse replied.
My stomach dropped.