Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
She could hardly believe this was happening. Brody was so incredibly hot. And he wanted her. He hadn’t only said it, she could feel it.
“Stay,” he ordered, and the tone of command washed over her like pure heat, bringing up goosebumps all over her body.
He stood and kicked his boots off, then slid his wide black belt from his jeans, making her shiver.
“Ah, you like the belt, do you?” he asked, a twinkle in his dark eyes. “I will use it on you. But later. Later. Right now I have to touch you. Taste you. Fuck you.”
“Oh, yes,” she groaned. She was soaking wet already.
“Hmm. Maybe I won’t hit you with it yet. But this I can do.”
He reached under her and undid the clasp on her bra, whipping it off so fast, she barely had time to realize what was happening.
Then he grabbed her wrists and held them together over her head with one big hand, and he used the other to wrap the wide band of leather around and around her wrists, then fastened the buckle.
Her pussy absolutely flooded with need; she was wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
She could smell the leather, and it was such a turn on, driving desire even higher—that and being bound, being rendered helpless by him.
For him.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Your tits are fucking spectacular.”
She would have blushed, but she was too damn turned on to do anything but revel in his words, in his glittering gaze on her body.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
He stroked the full flesh with his fingertips, then feathered them across her nipples, and she swore she might be able to come just from this.
Then he leaned down and, gathering both her tits in his hands and kneading, squeezing, he said quietly, “I’m going to suck these luscious nipples into my mouth, pretty girl.
And you are not to come until I tell you to. ”
“Ohhh…”
How did he know exactly what she wanted, even before it was a fully formed thought in her mind?
But it didn’t matter. She loved that he did, that he felt her in that way.
That she truly felt his dominance down to the depths of her soul for the first time, as if some low-pitched note had been played, and reverberated deep inside her.
He bent and ran his tongue over her flesh, closer and closer to her nipple, while still avoiding it.
Excruciating.
“Tease,” she told him breathlessly.
“Yeah, I am,” he answered. “But that’s half the fun, isn’t it, my little beauty?”
He began to lick her skin, then paused to nibble, then to bite, his teeth sinking into her flesh just enough to hurt, and she arched her back, trying to bring her tits closer to his mouth, but he pulled back.
“Ah-ah,” he scolded. He took her chin in his hand and gazed into her eyes. “Who is in control here, Claudia?” he demanded, sending another wave of need through her body.
“You are, Sir,” she said on a gasping breath.
“That’s right. Can you be a very good girl for me and be patient?”
She let out a little laugh—she couldn’t help it. “You’re making it very difficult.”
He grinned at her. “Just doing my job. Now try to relax as much as you can and enjoy this.”
She tried to relax her muscles—she really did. But then he bent his head and really bit in as he squeezed both nipples between his fingers, and she nearly came right then.
“Ah!”
“Hold it back, Claudia,” he ordered.
“I-I’m trying!”
He chuckled. “Try harder.”
He started again, this time licking one taut nipple, just lashing the tip with his hot, wet tongue.
“Ohh, yes!”
“You hold it back,” he commanded, and the tone of authority in his voice made her go warm and loose all over.
When he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he swept the tip with his tongue, she groaned, but forced her body to calm—or at least not to come, no matter how hard her clit throbbed.
The tiny bit of her brain that wasn’t fully involved in everything she was feeling could not believe how close to climaxing she was, given that it had become more difficult for her with hormone changes.
But god, this man knew how to play her body like a violin!
He moved to the other side, licking her skin, then her nipple before sucking it into his mouth, suckling her for what felt like forever. Every moment was thrilling, desire knifing into her—that sharp, that intense—and she found her hips arching up, needing to feel him.
“What do you need, Claudia?” he asked. Demanded.
She realized everything he was saying right now was a command, and she loved it.
“I need you to touch me with your hands. With your mouth, please,” she gasped.
He tore her panties off, pausing only a brief moment before slipping his hands between her thighs, and right into her wet heat. He slid his fingers slowly up and down her slit while she cried out.
“Ah, god! Yes… that feels so good.”
His touch was electric, sending pleasure shafting deep into her body. But she still needed more.
“Brody…”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Please. Put your fingers inside me.”
“Ah, you’re so good at asking for what you want. Do you have any idea how hot that is for me?”
He reached up and wrapped his fist around her bound wrists, making her feel even more restrained, somehow. And with the other hand he stroked her folds, pinched them, making her squirm. Then he slid two fingers into her wet pussy, and she was shocked when she nearly came.
“Ohhh!”
“Yeah, that’s a good girl. You’re going to come so hard for me.”
“I-I don’t know…”
“You feel like you’re about to come, pretty girl. You’re so hot and tight and clenching inside. Every velvety fold of you is swollen.”
“I know but… I can’t always,” she admitted, a surge of shame making her cheeks go hot. “Even when it feels like I need to.”
“Aw, baby. You know that’s perfectly normal, right?”
“Is it? I know for some women it is,” she said, amazed that she could even form a sentence with her body so full of pleasure.
“Yeah, it is. But, baby, if you can’t, it’s okay.
But I’ve got to tell you, I’ll keep trying until you tell me to stop.
I will give you every single thing your body—and your mind—needs.
I will dedicate myself to figuring it out.
How to break through any obstacles in your head.
Tell me what you think you need, and I’ll handle the rest. Just turn yourself over to me. ”
“Oh, I…” She had to try to pause and think for a moment, but it was so hard with his fingers still buried inside her, his scent invading her senses, her body on fire with everything he’d done to her already.
“Just keep touching me. Please,” she said on a whimper. “Keep touching me and talking to me the way you do.”
“Oh, pretty girl, I can do that. I will do that.” He leaned in until his face was right next to hers, and whispered harshly, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers now, Claudia. Then I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you come in my mouth.”
“Oh, god, yes.”
She’d never heard anything as hot as him telling her exactly what he meant to do to her. She’d never had anyone talk dirty to her, and she loved it so damn much.
In answer she simply spread her legs wider.
“Ah, what a good girl you are,” he praised before he began to pump inside her.
He fucked her fast and hard, and moved down to take one hard nipple into his mouth again, sucking, sucking, until she wondered if a person could actually die of pleasure. Her pussy clamped around his fingers, and he stopped, pulling them from her body.
He released her nipple to ask, “Are you ready to come, Claudia?”
“Yes. Yes!”
“No, my beautiful girl. You’re going to hold it back. I want to edge you as long as possible. You’re only to come into my mouth. Understood?”
“I-I don’t know. When are you going to put your mouth on me?”
He laughed, a low rumble in his chest. “When I’m good and ready to, of course.”
Maybe this was the key—forcing her to hold her climax back. Because the moment he said she wasn’t allowed to come, she needed to in a way she never had in her life.
She groaned. “Ah, god.”
“We agreed that ‘Sir’ would do. I want you to call me that now.”
She almost came at that moment—again—and had to steel herself to hold back as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he praised her, sending shivers over her skin like a warm, stroking hand. “Spread a little wider for me. Yeah, just like that. I want to see your sweet pussy. I want to see how wet you are. I want to see those tender, pink parts of you that are just for me right now.”
“Yes, for you.”
“Now hold as still as you can, baby. I’m going to fuck you good and hard with my fingers again,” he said as he slid them inside her, and she had to pull in a gasping breath.
“Oh, yeah. You’re so damn hot inside. I want to make you squirt, pretty girl.
Have you ever squirted before?” he asked as he curved his fingers against her g-spot.
“Oh, fuck. No… no. Never.”
“Is it because no one ever knew how to make you?” he demanded as he began working that sensitive spot inside her pussy until she swore she could feel it swelling.
“Unh! Um… I don’t…”
“Hard to talk right now?” he asked, humor in his voice.
“Hell, yes, it is!” she exclaimed as pleasure shafted deep into her belly.
He chuckled, then rubbed her g-spot harder, faster, really pumping into her. “This help?”
“Brody!”
He smacked her thigh, just hard enough to sting. “What did I tell you to call me?”
“Oh… Sir.”
“That’s better. Now answer the question.”
When she paused, he smacked her thigh once more, and she loved it, loved the way it heightened sensation.
“Mmm… yes, it helps. And no, it doesn’t,” she answered with a giggle.
“Look at me, beautiful.” She looked up into his eyes, and his were gleaming with desire and amusement. “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely in subspace and lost in what you’re feeling. I want you to describe it to me.”